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Blood of the commons splashes the streets
The King of Regret is all but Light
He, the Dark King, who travels around
Causing pain, causing suffering, causing sadness around
None are his friends who have banished his soul
None are the commons his family's delight
He is the punished for many wrong deeds that he alone can only just foresee
The King of Regret lashes out of his hole
He's a dangerous lord to all that he homes
All he can feel is the regret that he owns
For all of the people that he just lets down
The King of Regret is all but Light
He, the Dark King, who travels around
Causing pain, causing suffering, causing sadness around
None are his friends who have banished his soul
None are the commons his family's delight
He is the punished for many wrong deeds that he alone can only just foresee
The King of Regret lashes out of his hole
He's a dangerous lord to all that he homes
All he can feel is the regret that he owns
For all of the people that he just lets down
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The cuts were on one forearm, deep and red and angry, all the way from elbow to wrist. I'd sometimes leave the flesh exposed, and watched as curious eyes flickered from my face to arm as we spoke. No one ever asked.
When the arm was too sore to slice with scissors I'd scrape away at the paint and plaster on my walls. I'd carve deep shapes and lines like limbs from a tree, reaching out over my head and clutching at the window.
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I used to think myself grand in the face of the abstract.
I thought myself a poet, a knitter of words which together would create something like music to the eyes, drumming its rhythm in time with heartbeats and telling stories of love that almost was—of heartbreak that was very real at the time, and of thoughts that then seemed profound but—looking back—are laughable.
And I missed the words. They always seemed one step (or several steps—perhaps miles) ahead of me, and I wanted to run after them, to delve into their secrets and wade in their meanings. Alas, I was not worthy then, nor now, and whether or not I can eve
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Something in my Mind
Something is in my mind.
So many thoughts to combine.
I’ve got to get to my desk.
I’m clicking on my pen.
Sounding like a hen.
And writing my life away!
Let’s write a poem that can tell a thousand stories!
And makes a mark in history!
I’ve got a glowing lightbulb above my head that is very bright.
I hope is doesn’t burn out.
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I dedicate this short poem to the epic in progress of the Bullied-R-Us group. Hope this helps you with your epic.
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G-W Feedback:
1) As a section of an epic, I think the length is okay, as well as punctuation.
2) Some words can be removed or replaced with a comma.
3) "The King of Regret is all but of Light" can be changed to "Te King of Regret is all but light" (basically, just remove "of" from the line). "He be the Dark King that travels around" can be changed to "He, the Dark King, who travels around" (added commas and removed "be" as well as changed "that" to who so it's a person). I'd also take out "just" from line #7. Line 9: change "knows" to "homes" & Line 10: change "homes" to "owns"
4) My rating for this epic section is 4.5/5. 
5) N/A