|Reviews for Move On|
| Isca 9/1/09 . chapter 1
"The world fell apart." Well then. That's definitely one way to open a poem. This line is vivid and interesting. I like it.
"I disappeared and he never even noticed." This part of the piece is very enticing - it's riddled with angst and emotionality.
"How he would burn, rot and churn, in the open pits of cold Hell." This line is fascinating in the sense that the speaker suggests that Hell is both cold and fiery.
Keep up the good work. :)