thank you. no criticism though?
Imagine the Worlds We Could Create... Twisted truths wrapped around baby fingers, curled into truths I can trust. I must! ... I must? I...
Imagine this being read out loud with increasing desperation. 'tis how I perform it and it sounds much better that way... lemme know what you...
i really like it, reminds me of a saul williams song; fearless
soooooooo... you never answered me, do you ever perform your work?
i'd imagined she would be beyond just the cliche cute. seemed to me like the type that would appreciate the beauty even in imperfections
well, alot of the rhyming stuff i write so it sounds good in my head. If i read it out loud, it would sound alot better then you reading it off...
Psssssssssshhhhhhhh bewitched and bewildered and all the while besieged harking, larking sparks that this heathen's been deceived and all the...
or embrace the movements of entwined spirits... who is this guy? is he real? fuckin amazing. beautiful. truly poetic. beautiful prose and...
fuck. i like the style. and the ending. just went/going through very similar situation.. accepting that is fucking painful. i think maybe i'll...
but what is growth? which direction? when you find yourself in the loop, the paradox, which door will you choose? or perhaps there's another way...
yeah, i realized that i'd posted this before, so apologies. and if i was to actually come out and say it, well, i don't think i would ever have...
Sights seen from a cloud inspiration draws me near a pulling fan; forget your fear with guillotine blades to dice my brain tell me, will I know...
BEAUTIFUL poem. best I have read on here as of yet. I really liked the line; I have rolled some comfort... so simple and true, but so perfect....
beautiful but sad story. look for someone who's awake. someone with piercing eyes. just my three cents
i love the way things speak for themselves, so i gotta point out a seemingly(in my mind at least) symbolic grammatical airer; your as apposed to...
i really liked the last part. i gotta ask though, why only the floppy eared kind?
poetry about poetry a brush to push the boat strokes the painted water and yes, you are afloat the canvas may be blank but the canvas, it is there...
so do something about it!
it's not bad, but could use more description. try showing what you want to get across as apposed to telling it
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