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um, well. (i feel like i'm sinning by critiquing you.) first of all, this distinctly reminded me of MASTER OF THE PUPPETS by Metallica, but since you do not appear ...

Extreme Perspire Conspire At midnight Don’t breathe It’s too late Bitterness Is done for In the salty sea Of sugary Delight

Sleek and thin Like horse hair on a violin Flowing and drowning in matrimonial bonding A bickering mess of music makers Willing girls with savvy smiles Tracing their way to ...

And it hurts Like sex on Tuesdays Mints from down the road Chewing on pencils Found in an abandoned hallway Poisoned nails that dig into your own skin Rapturing, capturing ...

heh. funny. um, the rhyming's forced and the rhythm is off in various places, but i'm not going to be picky because of i understand that this was just a ...

the rhyming is far too forced. in fact, it's so forced that you lost sight of both meaning and rhythm. not all poetry has to rhyme - i'd enjoy this ...

this is true, angsty and...well...true? yeah. it's short, and for some reason i want to scream it in some cliche metal song while running around in circles and killing brain ...

The peeling skin is falling off of screaming faces Distant places where the past has long faded Making flakes out of skin and flakes from people Trying hard to beat ...

oh, god - i think i'm in love with you, too. very sweet. the mathematical jumble was a bit much to work through, but it all made sense. i agree ...

fix "lullabye" and fix the rhythm on this line: Yellow seeps through its bones. otherwise, it was very good. i didn't catch the entire meaning, i'm sure, but i enjoyed ...

perfect images, perfect rhyme. perfectly sweet and short and simple. the rhythm i had to read twice to get it down, but after that it was perfect again. i'm glad ...

a few grammer and spelling mistakes, i believe, but relatively simple, cute and, all around, clean.

mhmm. wow. again, controversal, but good. you seem to have a style of jamming different sentances in, and yes, again, this poem scared me. (i'm not exactly sure if the ...

if you spelled "heroine" wrong at the end by accident, don't change it. if you did that on purpose - great. the flow of the poem could be tied more ...

um. (sorry in advance for the short, bad-quality/quantity of critique. chemistry + me = brain dead.) the poetic quality of this poem wasn't all that good - it didn't have ...