If I ever,

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Even though this was a sad poem it made me smile. It fit my taste for poetry. I apologize I have nothing to suggest to improve this poem, because I thought it was amazing! The rhyme was great, the tone was perfect, and the rhythm was fantastic! I am definitely in love with this piece :)
-Kayde




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Haha! Thank you very much Kayde!
"Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice." - Robert Frost




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:) Loved it. It's a little to short for me but thats what you were going for it seems like. I write poetry, I dont really review it but i hoped this helped
Maybe I was the girl to shy to be loved...

oh Mr.Darcy

You sit there in your heartache waiting for some beautiful boy to come and save you- the killers

psh yea I don't need a boy to rescue me from the dragon




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I almost always write too long, too complicated stuff but nobody seem to wanna read such long stuff so I keep them to myself now... this is the shortest thing I've ever posted but it is also the piece that has gotten the most attention... so I donno.. .x)) Thanxx alot though!
"Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice." - Robert Frost




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Loved this poem.
It's short, simple and effective.
I liked how you made the lines rhyme as well.
Keep up the good work :)




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Write music for this. Please.
"This is our decision,
to live fast and die young...
Yeah it's overwhelming,
but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and
wake up for the morning commute?

The models will have children,
we'll get a divorce,
find some more models;
everything must run its course!

Fated to Pretend



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Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)