paintingtherain97

Name: Kaen Parsh Nickname/Likes to be Called: Kaen, no nickname Age: 12 Sex: male Looks: Kaen's hair is a dark, dark brown, almost but not quite black. It's short-cropped and ...

Dropping out, sorry

This is really good. I love the concept and the imagery. I liked your use of similes, too. But I think that the flow could have been better. It was ...

I love it :)

You think I don't see how you cling to shadow, like my skin to me and flowers to meadow. A puzzle, you are, with pieces missing. Your words are far, ...

Nice job. I've battled with depression, still am, and this really captures the feeling well. I liked your sort of...random rhyme scheme, with some of the rhymes in the lines. ...

I loved all of these. Definitely great for a first attempt. You should have seen mine. They were laughable. But, then again, I was in seventh grade. Anyway, my favorite ...

I thought this was great. Your use of puncuation...well... punctuated the meaning of the words, if you know what I mean. I know you probably don't want to hear this ...

I like this. I thought it was nice, in a cutesy Hallmark-ish way. But it was a bit redundant at times. You say "just like" a lot, so I suggest ...

First, I'd like to say that I love the title. It really drew me in, I think because it sounds so fantastical. Second, I'd like to say that you really ...

You comb your fingers through charred remains of what once was your flawless life. Small gems glitter amongst the rubble, a little bit of shine in the dull. You ravage ...

My face is a metaphor for all which I believe, unorthadox, in an uproar, like something's up my sleeve. I am a question mark, lightning in the overcast, my difference ...

Shimmering waters of turquoise tranquility are suddenly broken by pasty white skin and mousy brown hair. I'm encompassed, devoured by the cool, sinking in cheer, finally home. There is no ...

Freedom. The word dances like fire across your tongue, the azure of the sky on a torrid August day, the gentle lapping water of an Adirondack lake. Red and white ...

1. Born a rose in a fallow garden, raised a weed, pestilence in the flower beds. They gave you away, an unwanted gift, into the open arms of one more ...