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I liked it! I like the sort of feeling it gave, you created the atmosphere quite well =] I didn't like the second to last stanza though, it seemed a ...

The second to last stanza originally featured the gender-confused purple lion, but I decided to change it to fit more with the theme of the poem. Thanks for the gold ...

I liked the feeling in this poem. I could almost see the park you were walking through, the imagery was pretty good. The roads are filled with people, walking past ...

Wow, five stars! Featured work, too. Thanks! Wow.

I loved it, seriously amazing. I agree with lozzen, you calling her 'girl' makes it seem a little more personal somehow. I'm guessing the Camel part is an inside sort ...

I posted this poem before, but after reviews by others ( andimlovegalore , singing_hope , and VicternoO ) I decided to use their comments to revise. Thanks guys! To see ...

Wow, I loved this piece. The imagery is astounding, really. And I’ll count blessings like calories, because optimism’s in my blood, and my cells can’t cope with sincerity like they ...

Wow, haha. I didn't know it was that good. Thanks! That really really means a lot.

The cut up lines are meant to mimic a heart beat. It's four in the morning and I'm waking for my daily dose of failure pills and guilt medicine. Dizzy, ...

I loved the anger and feeling in this piece, and it was well-written, but it still needs a lot of revising. I dug my arm with my nails, Pulling hard ...

Thank you all for your replies =] The last stanza was meant to show about the confession a depressed person might feel, although I didn't like it very much either. ...

I love the image I get while reading this poem! It's so simple and sweet, and changes quite quickly in the last stanza. First of all, the tenses confused me ...

As many commenters above have said, the repetition doesn't work very well with the poem. I like the meaning you're trying to get across- but I also agree with singing_hope. ...

Perfection is the ache in my chest. Beats alongside my heart and keeps the misery company. Failure visits too often. Gives condolences for the loss of self-worth then bids farewell ...