• What is her face shape?

    What is her face shape?

    Best answer: beutiful
    Best answer: beutiful
    6 answers · 2 days ago
  • I got demons on my back, probably on my head, I always watch my back, I don't think they understand?

    Best answer: too many demons
    Best answer: too many demons
    12 answers · 6 days ago
  • Is this poem about Pandora's box good?

    Pandora's Box it merely sits on the shelf content, occupied, naught but the box it is only when darkness encroached upon the curtains did I notice a slight glint on the lock It paved a glittery path of wonder through the overall bleakness; beckoning me to approach I chanced a fleeting glance quite guiltily,... show more
    Pandora's Box it merely sits on the shelf content, occupied, naught but the box it is only when darkness encroached upon the curtains did I notice a slight glint on the lock It paved a glittery path of wonder through the overall bleakness; beckoning me to approach I chanced a fleeting glance quite guiltily, quite furtively and returned, burying myself into my sheets some malice of a memory chastising my uncouth behavior the bridge between thought and action shortens the journey becomes all too feasible all too enticing lay before me unconquered lands, a world awaiting my arrival, the toll being... alas! I hear the bells a-ringing! they call me I must not disappoint the inviters, who so kindly request my presence the bridge is taunting it’s tantalizing, the world’s ticking, the room’s trembling for the sleight turn of a lock for a relief; a world awaits and I must traverse the path that is stumbled by a toll whose price I cannot recall Only when I unlocked the box did I realize that the price was my own sanity (Don't be afraid to criticize. I need helpful feedback.)
    9 answers · 5 days ago
  • How do I end this line for a poem?

    Best answer: “To whom I cherish more than summer sun" “To whom I cherish more than winter rain “To whom I cherish more than summer rain “To whom I cherish more than happiness “To whom I cherish more than freedom's bliss “To whom I cherish more than rain in spring “To whom I cherish more than any word. “To whom I... show more
    Best answer: “To whom I cherish more than summer sun"
    “To whom I cherish more than winter rain
    “To whom I cherish more than summer rain
    “To whom I cherish more than happiness
    “To whom I cherish more than freedom's bliss
    “To whom I cherish more than rain in spring
    “To whom I cherish more than any word.
    “To whom I cherish more than me or mine
    “To whom I cherish more than all I have
    “To whom I cherish more than health and wealth
    4 answers · 3 days ago
  • How do u spell the sound bye bye?

    5 answers · 4 days ago
  • Does this rhyme?

    Best answer: Yes it does
    Best answer: Yes it does
    6 answers · 5 days ago
  • Metaphor about money?

    8 answers · 1 week ago
  • What is the satirist ridiculing in this poem?

    Link: https://www.scribd.com/doc/48014149/St-George-Satirical-Poetry My dragon always loved walksHe used to go to the wallwhere the golden chain hungand take it in his mouthlaying his head on my lapsideways, so the fire wouldn’t burn my skirtHe looked so funny that waywith his wings dragging the floor and his... show more
    Link: https://www.scribd.com/doc/48014149/St-G... My dragon always loved walksHe used to go to the wallwhere the golden chain hungand take it in his mouthlaying his head on my lapsideways, so the fire wouldn’t burn my skirtHe looked so funny that waywith his wings dragging the floor and his rear end high up because he couldn’t bend his hind legsWith him on the leash, I could go anywhere No band of robbers dared attack This morning in the woodswe had stopped for a drink where a spring gushes out of a cavewhen suddenly, a man in amour riding a white horseleapt out of the bushescrying “Have no fear I will save you”And before I could say a wordhe had stabbed my dragon in the throatand leaping down from the horsecut off his headand held it up for me to seethe poor eyes still surprisedand mine filling with tearsHe hadn’t even had time to put out his clawsAnd the man said“Don’t cry, MaidenYou are safe nowBut let me give some good advice Don’t ever walk alone in the woodsfor the next time you meet a dragonthere might not be a knight around to save you”
    5 answers · 6 days ago
  • Where is the irony in this?

    Best answer: Blowing up the world is difficult but compared to making enough money as a poet to live it’s easy
    Best answer: Blowing up the world is difficult but compared to making enough money as a poet to live it’s easy
    6 answers · 6 days ago
  • Would you please cc this poem on a monsoon rain?

    All night it rained, in sheets it poured, Lightning flashed and thunder roared; I trembled for my garden trees, that shuddered in the icy breeze. One was slight, not very tall, I hoped and prayed, she would not fall; For as the storm raged on and on, I prayed she'd make it until dawn. Then as the son rose,... show more
    All night it rained, in sheets it poured, Lightning flashed and thunder roared; I trembled for my garden trees, that shuddered in the icy breeze. One was slight, not very tall, I hoped and prayed, she would not fall; For as the storm raged on and on, I prayed she'd make it until dawn. Then as the son rose, blazing light, I found that she had found her might; For there she stood, quite safe and sound, Still standing strong, she stood her ground. With scarlett blossoms cherry bright, she blossommed in that dreary night!
    6 answers · 7 days ago
  • What do you think about this poem?

    late night dreams on moonlight street black sky, no clouds, no stars empty roads, empty sidewalks the world is sleeping three a.m. flashing neon lights cast yellow, green, pink glows on moonlight street no cars, no people, no one is outside you are alone everyone is home you don’t have a home jazz music... show more
    late night dreams on moonlight street black sky, no clouds, no stars empty roads, empty sidewalks the world is sleeping three a.m. flashing neon lights cast yellow, green, pink glows on moonlight street no cars, no people, no one is outside you are alone everyone is home you don’t have a home jazz music coming from inside somewhere you follow the sounds you walk aimlessly around the street hoping that soon you too will be home you walk hands in your pockets, eyes closed home is not seen; home is experienced close your eyes but it’s not black
 yellow, green, pink glows you keep walking you haven’t opened your eyes suddenly, you see lavender walls and cool, crisp air warm fluorescent lights a christmas tree, gold and red and green shiny expensive ornaments gift boxes under the tree and no; you can’t open them you see in the distance a child a child with a family; christmas you feel the void fill for a moment greed and excitement come over you you open them it’s over; you’re alone, simply crossing the street and you realize home is right inside you
    7 answers · 1 week ago
  • Tell me if I'm wrong, if I choose to communicate through a hymn?

    Best answer: Musicals are cool.
    Best answer: Musicals are cool.
    4 answers · 6 days ago
  • What do you think of my poem?

    Generations The time comes to all A tree and flowers Disguised as freedom Each one stretches up No mercy in this place The stones are hard Our names disappear We are nothing again Did we ever live?
    Generations The time comes to all A tree and flowers Disguised as freedom Each one stretches up No mercy in this place The stones are hard Our names disappear We are nothing again Did we ever live?
    7 answers · 1 week ago
  • Bar tender I really did it this time?

    Best answer: I completely love that song!
    Best answer: I completely love that song!
    7 answers · 1 week ago
  • Comments on my pitiful poem:)?

    Best answer: A rock in your shoe til this poem is complete.
    Best answer: A rock in your shoe til this poem is complete.
    5 answers · 1 week ago
  • Comments on my poem? is it original?

    For sale: new flip flops
    For sale: new flip flops
    6 answers · 2 weeks ago