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yoha_ahoy

  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Black Tail.

    Naughty, naughty... *tsk tsk tsk*

    Wed Sep 07, 2005 6:38 pm
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: You'll Still Make Me Smile

    I really liked this. I went to camp this summer and I had that very feeling you express in this poem. I read it and it was like it was ...

    Sun Sep 04, 2005 7:13 pm
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Autumn Winds

    I like it. It's short and it seems to me as if you jusr wrote it for yourself which gives it a bit a mystery in my eyes. It makes ...

    Sat Sep 03, 2005 6:11 pm
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Brown Eyes

    I'm a very simple person so I like to keep my poems simple. I understand that it may be too simple for some people but that's just how I write. ...

    Thu Sep 01, 2005 4:41 pm
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Drowned

    I like this too. Its... interesting, but I like it. I don't know how to describe how it makes me feel. Again, interesting... hmmm.

    Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:29 pm
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: The Hard Facts

    BAM! A sort of slap in the face there. A dark mood, and it seems like you were angry when you wrote this. No complaints here.

    Mon Aug 29, 2005 9:33 pm
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Innocent

    I agree with Snoink about that part there. It does change suddenly and it caught me off guard. It's a very sweet peom though, and I personally like the repetition, ...

    Mon Aug 29, 2005 9:24 pm
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: The End

    Hehehe... brother's don't you just love them? Ramblings are fine, I ramble a lot. I liked it. It speaks to me... having a brother myself. Annoying brothers grrr....

    Mon Aug 29, 2005 8:59 pm


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien