silented1

!!!!! I never got to review it! CUrse you PIP! *cries in corner*

That's odd Eddie. Does it just hang up on your or stop loading, or what? No, it goes to a blue screen, basicly the backround with no chat around it. ...

I think you did a bit of telling us, more so than showing us. the smell of scorched flesh reaching your nostrils, and knowing full well that it is your ...

The ending is a bit detached from the poem. The ashes part that is, it's practically random. There was no Jack in sight, she would tumble down on her own, ...

The chat takes about 11 tries to get into and load properly, I tried on both google chrome(I got it to work) and IE. Both failed. Ps, I thought I ...

Your first 3 lines seem more like a disclaimer to me. And I don't understand the title, if it's night-time, you end with day dreams and nothing involving a bed. ...

First thing, after reading your disclaimer, if the poem tells a story, shouldn't it be in narritive, like your other one? Just a thought. Who had no right to steal/That ...

You should do some reviews, it helps your chances of being reviewed. And wow, you write a lot.

Arg, your rhyme, it annoys me a little bit. Maybe it's a little forced? When you shine so far above me, can you hear my silent cry? Now,that line does ...

Oy, I thought peeling dreams was a part of the poem, since you seperated each stanza with a ~. Photo-shoot sky? It's flashing? That is a little werid because it's ...

Haha!! Compare it to everyone else on this site? No need to let some pride in your way, miss, You're perfectly fine with poetry. Trust me. One thing, I don't ...

Cresent my friend! I will enjoy taring your poem to pieces!

Between each stanza, you give a little description to the meaning and value of the lines, if any. I don't get to see why drugs and alcohol are such a ...

Thank you, I ended up forgetting a little piece, I added a nice "as our souls cry" cliche, to the seocond stanza, after embers light the sky.(I think) Lol.

Dear Anarchy, your buildings are burning. your razors are melting, labeling a message, that cut me deep, engraved as an anarchist. I give you up. - As I fall, through ...