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I believe it was actually "ticks" as in "ticks of a clock". I was talking about time. Sad to say I used to write like this...hah

My home. I almost broke down and cried when I read the memo. I suppose I'm a bit attatched most of you know, writing is a big part of me ...

This is my home. But, I suppose, home is where the heart is. My writing will continue. I'll be there.

(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.) Feeding print in finery At the hypocenter of Death-defying reality – You feel the guilty casualty Of a ...

Alone, child, you whisper You cannot face this world With thin air on your arm – Searching from darkness, You scrounge dumpsters And struggle to shine light All the way ...

I don't dwindle on purposes. Usually for the actually mental excerize, I manage the topic. I'm open to ideas, but I'm not really going to let that affect my lifestyle. ...

Alright, all in all - great vocabulary, images, and a wonderful point. I loved it. Just some small tweaking needed. Rebel or loyalist, today which one will you be? For ...

I loved this. In a few short lines, you captured an entire poem. With beautiful swiftness, you conquered by hate for haikus. You handled this well & I loved the ...

A beautiful work. The lines were swift, descriptive and had a punchline ending. The meaning was powerful, and I could feel myself grinding. :lol: I absolutely love it. Dancing must ...

Welcome to the evermore pool Opulent and crystalline, you drip Sweet stillness on sour minds. Echoes of souls within Its cryptic depths – locked Water-tight clandestine Fingers golden in the ...

The first two stanzas, I loved. I really don't mind the four-line style. But the rest of the poem seemed to lag, as you dragged out your ideas. Writing about ...

I love the language, and the format just complimented that =] Usually I hate it when poet's take a creative format, but I actually enjoyed this. you handled it well ...

There is a black hole of existence stealing the senses back: To the drippy old gutters and complaining of crickets, You start off with this beautiful "black hole of existance", ...

I enjoyed the imagery in this. You had many alive feelings, which quickly tied into dance. I loved the last lines, though I think you lingered on the thought of ...

Winged Hermes gave chase but missed the window of opportunity as Apollo sigh-slipped into her coffin. This was a jam-packed entrance. I was sort of imtimated...this could be good or ...