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Or no post - get the actaully literature back up there, zany =]

And that turns us on. I would look for something less...teenager-sounding here. I think that MIGHT be the point, but I can't be sure. So could you just clarify the ...

Up until this point my life has been A collage of empty nights depleting me until I have fragmented nothingness Deep within my heart You, so nameless to the public ...

My only complaint is that you use a lot of punctuation at the ends of the lines, mainly commas. Usually, these are needed. But in some cases it can be ...

Where shall I go? I’ve nobody to guide me. Where shall I go? I’ve nobody beside me. Silence closes in around me Take your time All the while the sun ...

This was thick to read, but most definitely worth it. I think the feeling would be lifted a bit if it were easier, but then again, I cannot beg aganist ...

You used a lot of awkward repitition: I had one before. But I've known that before But we've had those before. This is too short of a poem to use ...

It looks like we have a new poet on our site, and I happen to love your style. It's catchy, original and every line is full of imagery that makes ...

(I hate this cute little rhythm, and for it, I apologize.) Empty melodies in frigid air, a taste hollow and lacking will - so fallen on black ashes where they ...

ambiguously this is good word, but a slightly awkward sounding one. Would you just let the snow fall already? the rest of the poem is wispy, but this is blatant. ...

The point was that it's 50 days until Pentecost, I believe. So that's how long Jesus was amongst the rest of the world after his death until he rose into ...

*stares* :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: by the way, he's still angry at me. my god, it's an effing baseball game.... but this cheered me up

This fits the rhyme pattern, it's a beautiful image and you displayed it beautifully. I don't favor haikus, but this one was constructed properly - so good job.

Their thoughts focus on the future, The past is only a distant memory, And the present is forever. Gravel rocks dig into their bare feet as they oblige the will ...