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8/24/2017 1:44:35 AM
be brutal :)	Blue is the pluvious color He said remember me by the shape of my laugh but I rarely saw a smile climbing upon his image left with no choice than wrap those rare moments seized with Polaroid seconds I'm ordering them not to wear blue faces as that was the only color he didn't want to follow him consider it done I'll lineup macarons in every tone is possible to imagine I'll spread gummy bears all over that wooden plate which holds your body so you can finally perceive how it feels lying on the rainbow yes I'll pare down those blue shades so that even rainbow cognises how does it feel being left ripped and no there will be no rain
8/24/2017 9:48:41 AM
be brutal :)	Thank you for the feedback
9/6/2017 6:52:40 AM
be brutal :)	Thank you all
9/11/2017 10:33:03 AM
feedback and critique needed :)	Mocking executions Go on tell them tell them how your democratic masturbation searching for solutions has failed in calculation again now people with eyes made of glass are bringing war to us war has no heroes, only victims and people who forgot they are formula is clear we invaded their way of life now they are attacking ours an eye for an eye until we all became blind lightless go on run shout your lungs out when you use weapons to maintain peace bloodbath is inevitable or this is what your real intent was, is to baptise us anew launder in our own blood on which book are you evaluating valuable ones now while you're designing a brand new world holding blameless victims as hostages of your fundament none soil in blood built remain peaceful sleep are you sleeping well knowing you set Abraham's children confrontation as two David's fight while Goliath is watching from the audience are you sleeping well being aware you left no one to keep that thumb up when we all appear lightless edited by Christina Addison on 9/11/2017
9/16/2017 10:07:41 AM
feedback and critique needed :)	Thank you
9/20/2017 8:19:56 AM
feedback and critique needed :)	Olala you definitely aren't the silent one thank you for the feedback edited by Christina Addison on 9/20/2017
9/28/2017 1:06:40 AM
Don't hold back :)	I just hit the Unicorn fetishized lament echoed from colourfully besmeared winding sheet devouring luminosity become my pivotal infringement vigorous luminosity somethin' s wrong with her transcript -they said, and put me behind iron pipes my name dawned divested and encapsulated in frame of long time inhumed language thus soul elastane woven bends every time words clash at those indifferent barricades this circle of life is fuc*** it cringes in parts it shouldn't Danaans gift tried to conceal scenery of birth given screenplay they failed to excrement that light clash became my attribution yet they didn't let me to keep any of that ordeal dust they left me empty-handed but emptiness brings happiness when filled outage is divergent level of melancholy undertone of this vanity named it pain I call it a way of life you got a thousand and one battle war is mine
12/20/2017 3:25:07 PM
Constructive criticism needed :)	OZ isn't place in someone's imagination It always starts the same a fairy tale first child second child It you didn't even want to see him let alone give a name I did you vanished sleepless nights submersed in days hours became a battlefield we stood against over 20 armies they had a name and classification one life got cataloged yet destitute of any record as no one ever took his picture nameless faceless less human for the rest of them he turned to less but mine he was my silver shoes first years were a laugh then electrical storm aimed his metal hat and cry whispered - something is wrong they put him in great blackness and told me how the roads to that core were misplaced but he wasn't he was just in the right place my little tin man countless times shrunken metal heart stopped so I lend him mine and became his breath sight touch I've tried to overlay him as there were 3 openings in his plate armour strange how something empty can be a life-saver (had to save you) so I assembled these tin sheets in my arms and made system to see you we did it they finally saw us and named me the courageous one but I wasn't I was terrified to live without you yesterday I had to hang my silver shoes up and the letter came "Your right on the status of nursing parent stops with the death of a child with difficulties in development ..." that night ... I died with you
12/22/2017 7:16:41 AM
Constructive criticism needed :)	this is a story about a mother that won a legal battle over her legal right to be a nursing parent and shortly afterward her child died. first, she is addressing her anger to a husband that left them, and then she is speaking to the system who has that discriminative note in its behavior toward people with disabilities. In between, she is kind of apologizing to her child because somewhere in the way his life became her reason for existence and in that sense, she did everything to keep him alive. She calls him a tin man because due to all medical equipment he was surrounded with he resembled at him. hope this explanation will help at least a bit thank you for your comment <3
2/17/2019 7:18:08 AM
Don't hold back ;)	Don't turn your colors on me divulgation of your shortcomings came too quickly we inhabit different spectrum locations your chambers are heated my feet are too cold so I run told you I'll travel you asked – where and if I'm going to bring you something bought you something and left it to myself so I can be reminded in the end I didn't surrender it to you my words won't wear your surname they are just passersby through your warm palette won't leave any imprint and you threatened to become my blueprint it sounded like floating in sparkling lake and annunciation of blood is trying to suffocate me in that iron midst as your eyes are attempting to detour from heavy conversations that special room where you said you've folded me became overcrowded so I run instead of coming after me your blistering penetration fractured my muscle and left in vast taint which overflowed through colors bruising the sanity of my expectancy I did it again by premature innocence thought this time you won't incinerate me now those particles are shading your barriers trying to punish me with that silent treatment won't dye the sound of my colors I'm engraved in your canvas edited by Christina Addison on 2/17/2019
2/25/2019 3:39:20 AM
What about this one :)	What I felt when I looked at you a life sized to daily care which does not occur regularly nor properly they don't care It's just a mere fulfillment of inflicted patterns pushing you to die through those papers (don't sign them) they've inserted your heart in a metal cage and corrosion imprinted soul making voice reek like rust through the flesh desiccated branches ramify bones have become autumn but eyes somehow assured the summer to stay so captured light can cut approaching clouds like laser and darkness won't shade your resting while you're painting that dream of a house settled by the dalmatian coast your sea is calling for you I saw you leaving wanting to scream kept my mouth shut didn't know how to hand you over that life jacket as deluded sentences were decomposing your chest cavity so you kept navigating that river of perverted past throwing paper boats filled with fury and indictments you were that autoimmune one there is a green color groveling across your face and it doesn't bring the spring muscles are winter drained and dormant I tried to wake them up by rubbing that oil through your suffocated pores no one came to see you so they clogged and you kept calling for mother while your intestines were set on fire she didn't came couldn't cry with you as I despise the rain forgive me edited by Christina Addison on 2/25/2019 edited by Christina Addison on 2/25/2019
10/8/2019 1:20:03 PM
Need some help with this one :)	Our planks were creaking, I only heard the music My body is a liquid that keeps your glass half full I'm merely there to fill the gap between episodes of a screenplayed life the need for symmetry is overdrawing a story were us could be presumptive like you said those expectations were my mirroring so your repulsion stepped out to the scene now we're sitting each in his corner shrunken as the vertical thoughts aim the heart harder like a drone released with purpose absolved of liability from the shelves of my soul you're removing belonging titles stacking your books while happiness in this head is playing a tennis match in front of an empty grandstand I'm not standing you've lent my nature disrupting the statics I stand no more I'm floating between this viscous heart and knowledge that for me you're nefarious preparing your clean exit I'll sweep hidden agenda letters which were adjusting to all of my lightheartednesses you've turned the light off and my heart became raspy as you kept introducing roles in this performance curtain is lowered I'm bringing us to the end edited by Christina Addison on 10/8/2019
10/13/2019 4:34:52 AM
Need some help with this one :)	thank you both ... english is not my first language, as I am croatian native, so it is kinda hard to express myself in a right way. Thank you.
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