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AGE: 21
LOC: Bronx, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: October 14

In every raindrop that falls to the ground and breaks over the concrete, I see dreams. Not in the stars, not in their silver dream-light, but in the dark space between every ethereal pinpoint I see wishes. I am awestruck by the breathtaking beauty of architecture whenever I happen upon a skyscraper or some other monolith of stone and steel. Stunned by the angles of the mind that created it. Met by the sights and the scents of the people that died building that giant.

I am a dreamer.

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Quotes / Religion
Version 3
2 Reviews   3 Comments
I cannot wait for the day when the scientists of tomorrow look back at the atheists of today and laugh, much in the way that the atheists of today look to the faithful of yesterday and laugh. With disdain, contempt, and arrogance.
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Flash Fiction / Among Men
Version 3
3 Reviews   2 Comments
  You're in a room.   The first thing to notice here? The complete lack of true, proper lighting. The second thing was the absolute lack of anything else. The room seemed stripped bare of furnishings. No chairs or sofas or tables, and the walls were as naked as the floor; one look, even in the dull, amber light filtering through the barred windows cut high on the walls revealed the concrete bricks making up the six sides of the room. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling whispered o...
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Quotes / Never
Version 1
3 Reviews   1 Comment
Never rob a man of everything he has, because then he has nothing to lose.
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Quotes / A lesson
Version 1
2 Reviews   1 Comment
Never confuse gratitude for respect.
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Flash Fiction / Among Men
Version 2
4 Reviews   4 Comments
The first thing to notice was the complete lack of proper lighting in the room; the second thing to notice was the absolute lack of anything else. The room was completely bare of furnishings. No chairs or sofas or tables, and the walls were as bare as the floor; one look, even in the dim lighting filtering through the high, barred windows revealed the concrete bricks that made up the six sides of the room. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling whispered of complete and utter confinement. In t...
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Poetry / Knight's Code
That was a well done poem! I am impressed by how strictly you stuck to the metrical count of each line. Very impressed. There are some lines where the count, though true to form, seems a bit awkward with the word usage. And by some I really mean one, the second line of the second paragraph. Perhaps change "await" to "we wait" and enforce a parallel between that and the line above it where you already establish the "we" pronoun? Personal opinion of course, but I think it might flow better that...
Very enjoyable poem. The first half is in better standing than the second. I feel that there are some words repeated in your poem, though I'm absolutely positive that you did this on purpose to drive the imagery home in the readers mind, that I think detracts from the quality of the poem itself. For instance you use the word "dock" four times in your poem. If you use it just twice, then you both establish that the dock is an important setting piece in the poem but don't let the reader lose th...
Is this a personal experience? That was a rhetorical question so please don't feel the need to answer something so personal. There are some things I would change about the poem. I would make the imagery stronger, perhaps. It seems like a speech but I have the sense that you're also pawing at the idea of inspiring images in the readers mind, and in order to do that you will need more concrete details. The scene where they "beat" you could stand to be a bit more visceral. I would also suggest t...
Poetry / Ordinary Damage
Very well written. Very nice abstract imagery and the frame of the poem, the way the lines are structured and your individual syntax, serve well to carry the message you're trying to get across. I know that this may be your aim, but the last line is too vulgar. Not to say that there isn't a place for vulgar language in poetry, as it can be used effectively and more potently than the prettier, muted words. But in this particular work and context, I feel it takes away from the figurative beauty.