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Hell
Its my very first one i posted so give me ways to make poems better and what not especially Crowquill your good at these kind of things.Here it is
I came home from school that night I wish I had came earlier Screams fill the house with freight Not sure what to do Im scared myself He Hurts and hurts Im forced to think Hell is a place called home I try to tell him to calm down And its very painfull Everything flys by him Nothing matters to him He doesnt know That I think Hell is a place called home So yah thats it be brutal but not to brutal:laughing: |
Seems this is from an experience very deep to you which always gives a poem more edge. But you need to be alot more descriptive and free in your approach, i like the "hell is a place called home" but its like your holding back to me.
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Well thanks and ill work on it a little tonight and tomorrow
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A great platform to make a great poem/song. I agree with stu get discriptive.
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more description and it will be great
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Thanks all
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"I came home from school that night
I wish I had came earlier" I wish I had COME earlier " Screams fill the house with freight" All I can picture is that you live in some disneyworld haunted house, in which ghosts are popping out of the wall. Also the same comment about your vocabulary as I have made before-- it's elementary at the best. |
Why thank you!And i try to say it right but i type to fast sometimes
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" Screams fill the house with freight"
Surely you mean 'fright'. Unless of course the screams are the cause of cargo suddenly appearing in your home? |
Honestly...it sucks. The premise is fine, the execution sucked. It's just...boring. A lack of fright, of description, and of good word choice. Never end two consecutive lines with the same word. Ever. EVER. Sorry, but, you should probably rethink this one.
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