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I am always looking for criticism, so please offer it! The ratings of poems explain how a poem stands against the others, however, it doesn't help someone with knowing how to improve their poem. Any advice for improvements is something I certainly would accept

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Pain in life: 1 of 62
The golden and pink sunset provided barely enough time to make it home before night completely assumed control. Only a couple more turns and a shortcut in an alley stood between the two and their home. When the mother and little boy arrived at the poorly lit alley, a man walked towards them from the other side. Emma took not... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sex appeal: 1 of 43
Gravity Controls their NightsPlanets and meteors emit inferno heatSpheres invite deceit, rotating in meetingSlipping paths twist when intertwiningBoth spirits think murky skies appear fineGalaxies glow like major acting theatersA floating stone creeps nearer, greeting herFireballs shape into tomes, blasting to maimBroken word... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Despair: 2 of 77
Manuel paced quickly down the dark city streets. He wanted to hurry home to rest. The ten hour days at a pen factory stole much of his energy. He could not wait to fuse himself with his secondhand couch that still smelt like cigarettes. About a year ago, Manuel legally came to the United States. He came here for the same re... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Empty lives: 1 of 31
Pleasure versus Love All desire contains dual parts Which randomly shape hearts Those old habits enticed him to come He sat in the dark, before heading inside And thought of the home where they died He knocked to see if she had gone She answered, but looked like she succumbed Her aura altered, appearing weak and numb S... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 6 of 172
Clerk that Displayed CompassionMelodic birds always chirped pleasantSweetly chanting lifting daily statementsBelow passionate sonar, shuffled by a manIn sloped city streets, quickly as he canResisting peaceful, musical appeasementsHe found lulling beauty while striding byVivid hues entranced each weary, pallid eyeStooping low... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love & despair: 2 of 48
It was a House, not a HomeWe bought some land on a hill far awayHidden near the sea and behind high treesThe weather was rather fair that dayThis site we found had sound acresAnd we were the new, hopeful caretakersWhere we can be freeWe built it all so quickRaised walls in a weekWe even tired and grew sickYou pressed on when ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You are my world: 1 of 22
Let's Go There Let's share a light within our souls So bright, it scares away night ghouls Our love's in flight, and there's no rules Without a dove's sight, I'd die with fools Let's blast like sprites and float in air So fast and swift, we're promptly there To that vast valley, we're here, we're here We'll play in the gra... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Family: 3 of 44
Excerpt from Man in the Suit During their wait for the public city bus, Nathaniel and his father, Rick, exchanged no words. The boy felt uncomfortable around his father and wished the bus would hurry. It seemed like this man was just a stranger. He could not wait for the bus because he liked to see all the different people s... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A new life: 3 of 42
Finally, at last, my own space to create an environment with hearth, Kenneth thought as he confidently walked up chipped steps of a corroded apartment building. He hadn't viewed the vacant place yet, but it did not bother the ex-convict. For the last several years, he spent each forced heartbeat incarcerated at the crowded D... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Grief: 3 of 38
Joy could not handle the piercing noise for any longer. She wanted to slice her ears off with the dullest knife she owned. Most of her night consisted of attempting to quell her child's crying. For hours, she paced back and forth with her seed in her arms, but her son would not stop. All she wanted was a silent peace. Every ... More..