metalamor

Actually, the line spacing of this was experimental. I had just spend a night of reading the poet Charles Bukowski, who tends to put words as single lines. It was ...

I will say I did like it. It's not wonderful or anything, but it's sincere and it shows that you are a promising writer. I remember the poetry I wrote ...

While it isn't exactly quality,it is rather...interesting.I can't say I liked it--not my style. But it surprised me. Kudos for how surprising it is. I can appreciate anything that makes ...

Blind me, Love Take my breath Stay the hell away from me Push away Cast to die from Bleeding wounds in rotting flesh Your love is in my bones that ...

I don't know if putting footnotes on the poem is something typical here or not, because this is the one poem that I always put footnotes with but I wasn't ...

Hm...I never really saw that. Thanks for pointing that out; I didn't even realize it. Everyone I know in person always thinks of the vodka first so they didn't think ...

This was the bastard child of a friend and I trying to out-do one another poetry-wise in an IM conversation. It was good, so we both saved and published it ...

It's not about gun shots. It's about shots of vodka. One of my best friends in the world has a drinking problem and whenever I tell him I'm scared for ...

This is really good. I enjoyed it and I look forward to the posting of more of this story. It's written well with excellent imagery. However, some of it is ...

This shot gets it started. This shot's for the pain. This shot's for the lover I always loved in vain. This shot's for my devil, This shot's for your God, ...

Your face that launched a thousand ships Your face I hardly give a shit Apple of the Chaos eye The golden apple was a lie For you I crossed the ...

Some of your dialogue is a little awkward. Especially with authority figures. It's easy to make a protagonist's dialogue natural because their voice is in your head, but when you ...

I took a poetry writing workshop last semester and the only information I walked away with was that poetry is the anarcy of the writing world. So it's hard for ...

For knowing we must suffer How ironic that our knowledge is the source of our struggle Ignorance is bliss Knowledge is suffering The more I know, the blacker the void ...

Whispers of a love long gone, Ghosts of the past simply float on, Needles prick the heart with each sad song, Memories draw blood as we all move along. Painfully ...