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Allow yourself perchance to dream for seam upon seam of this world is unyielding to all of our happenstance themes. Call I a Jesus, who overseas dwells in a world ...

He’s out now. But still, he’s trapped inside his mind. It was an accident. But how can he be forgiven? These last two lines could be combined into one sentance. ...

I wrote my first picture book in preschool. I still have it. I named the main character "Bloomingdale" (it was very long and impressive and made my story considerably more ...

I love the entire thing, beautiful imagery, and I think the word "lurch" just made my day. My only suggestion is to work on your trasitions. As you see you ...

they splutter The Old Lie into our beer caked speakers at this open mic night, every man with bohemian rhapsody splattered down their tux and ties, every lady batting mascara ...

I agree with Snoink, it sound exceedingly feminine. I also am unsure why you choose "brother", as usually the father figure is the favorite, since it tends to have more ...

I hear knocking at the door. Perfect. You're right on time. A catchy beginning. I lead you into the room. No need for small talk. Small talk? I think there ...

Is it enough to feel? Waking up flat-backed in the woodwork of my coffin, and I can smell that you were here. After bleeding from the sides where you used ...

The melodic whispers of the swaying reeds, drunk on the dew that hangs from budding leaves. This sentance has no action, and I am not one to critisize fragments in ...

...you still have to cut "and".

in open air markets [s]and[/s] five o’clock shadows fell onto precocious cheeks. The two topics proposed here are unrelated, and seeing as the rest of the poem is abrupt language ...

she spent all day ripping crayola to pieces, rainbows stuck beneath her fingernails -- colorsticks soon mashed together, flecks of a childhood blown to smithereens littering the lonely Spanish tiles ...

-To be a Lady.

Leave the terms, it's all beautiful. Ditch "tis". Otherwise - loved it. Your first stanza is your strongest.

dance is only the opening and closing of legs in a skirt that is always kept down. etiquette is hidden between the blades of my razor, between each pearl-glazed tooth. ...