mercipourlevenin

[on my own] [verse 1] i don't know what i'm looking for, i don't know what to say this empty bed, it brings me down i'm weaker by the day ...

“I can’t believe this,” my mother declares. “Well,” I reply, staring at the rain outside. “It’s happening.” “It’s just a shame that the weather couldn’t have been better,” my m

“Man, I’m sick of this shit. I’m so done with high school.” The lid opens. Here we sit, twelve identically rolled sticks of tobacco, tense as we await our doom. ...

The Dark Lord was defeated, and the ever-present panic and fear had subsequently vanished. For the first time in years, the Wizarding world was able to sleep soundly, without any ...

That was great. Witty, captivating, blunt yet fluid...I love the colloquial-ness of it. (Is that a word?) Some people actually go overboard with it, making the story drastically informal and ...

I love it! Obviously, there is very little revealed in the plot, but I like that. The mystery of it all intrigues me. I just wrote a detailed critique but ...

That's so cute, That would be an excellent touch to your room. I love how each part of the collage represents you, I guess one could say it aptly depicts ...

I adore this! It's so cute, AND well-written. Just one error: 'Cause you're hand fits mine so snugly -> 'Cause YOUR hand fits mine so snugly. A minor typo there. ...

I'd take the edits from some of the other reviewers seriously. They make the song flow so much better. Overall, these lyrics were all right. With a solid melody, it ...

This reads more like song lyrics to me than an actual poem. The informality of it all is what makes it read like this. They're very good song lyrics though. ...

This sounds like the ramblings of a crazy person, like it should be spoken instead of in text. I don't know what you're going for or if you achieved it, ...

Hmm...I'm confused. So you mean adverbs AND adjectives? I do use a lot of adverbs and adjectives in my writing, because I adore them. It IS quite a problem. I've ...

You messed it up. The repetition of a certain word adds a poetic element to the story. The run-on sentences are part of the metaphor; it aptly captures his sense ...

EDITED. He stood. He stood like a fallen angel with charred, broken wings with nowhere to go. He stood with abject shame, tears cascading down his cheeks. Cars whizzed by ...

I am DEFINITELY a tragic victim of junioritis. Lord help me. Thank god junior year is OVER.