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originally a blog until someone said I should post it as a poem. well, here we are. the lamentation of my sorrows. joy. He was drowning in a cold sweat, ...

We're just going to put this under "dramatic poetry" because I have no freaking clue. Also, this is not that humorous new thing I said I was working on. Shame. ...

Hello, Miss Warhol. ;) Here to (hopefully) give some helpful critique. I liked this poem; I thought the ideas therein were easy to relate to, and the flow of thoughts ...

Have at it, ye heathens. Morning drags the round, white sun Up to kiss the frozen earth,  To meet the hills between their summits  And lick the pines from slumbering ...

Hello dear string of numbers and letters, 567ajt. This is the first piece I've decided to review on this site, so be honored. ;) The title of course was the ...