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The first stanza felt strong, like a critisizing instructor of some sort, but after that... "as it digs ever-deeper into your chest. Are you afraid of the first step?" I ...

I love how you integrated the modern with a biblical tale - that allusion makes it all the more universally powerful. However, the first stanza does not rhyme, while the ...

I love how you use "yeah" and "thee" in the same line. It shows such an intense contrast, like a mix of old school courting and new school parties. In ...

I think you should change the word "mean" in the first paragraph to in, the words have already been spoken. More so, such a riddling tone is offset by the ...

Darling, what are you trying to say? Your writing is the character in this poem, clutching and clawing to embody the meaning behind the words, but far too desperately! The ...

Nothing can compare to nature, (semicolon maybe?) we retread this adventure, when no art and no poetry, can account for the beauty around me. I completely agree. I love these ...

This is largely confusing, so allow me to ramble on about certain meanings I can identify here. I'd appreciate if you expressed your meaning in response - I'm curious to ...

don't you say the past is haunting you. Is this a question? I think as an accusation, it would serve as a great beginning. Otherwise, it's just not phrased correctly. ...

I'm not sure if I like the planned out construction of this poem, so precise and layered like it was a blueprint. The similes are no forced, but definitely sequenced ...

They can’t see us except for our shade, and we can’t speak to them unless it’s with lead. I love the linebreak here, but I just wanted to know - ...

feel the heat from his breath[s] like[/s] , a slow-rolling fog. Beside me in bed, his arm crosses the arch of his nose, and I think: [s]Rye[/s]. His skin is ...

they are oceans of sorrow, hidden, only seen by others as shadows, This conjured up the image of marias for me - seas on the moon that are just acutally ...

During the card game metaphor and the last bit of the poem, the speaker has a mocking tone about them, which I love - it drives the reader to continue, ...

On the contrary, I love "dirt-dirty". It's outstanding and original. In line 7, though, this long list of verbs could use some revision. I think that that rush you were ...

[s]Once,[/s] I drank from spattered heroism. Lines of nobility splintered like knives into my skindepths, misting my perception: [s]then,[/s] bitter yesterdays tore dreams from reality[s];[/s], [conju