An Author's Alliterative.

Alliterations awake awareness aptly. And ably
bringing battalements' breakages badly. Blatantly
crying creations can't crown creators. Chastity
doesn't drown disappointed directors. Dastardly
employers expect exceeding evaluations. Eventually
fulfilment focuses feeling fraptual fashions. Frenetically
grooming growth games gonna give gashings. Genetically
homosapiens' hands hold his hashings. Hereditary
impulses impair irreversible instances. Incendiary
journalists jump juvenile. Jousting jokers jabbingly
kicking kings, knocking keyed knighthoods. Kinetically
limping, looking lost like 'Ladies Love'. Longingly
mixing methane, menthol, Marijuana; Move morbidly
nestling new-named narcotics, Nirvana nears. Nautically
oblivious of origination, operations opened optically
Pretentious perpetration, permeation permitted passively.
Quick queen's quotations. Quite quietly
repeating rhyming rotations, rest righteously.
Sullen solidification seals sacrificed souls' sanity,
troubled trecherations teach that tight 'trolls' travesty,
usurps, upsetting utmost, underminings' underlay
verbetares. Veneering volcano / vortex, valued velocity
welcomed warmingly. What's worse... Wednesday's
xcorcism, xpelled xtra-terrestrial xercise? Xactly.
Yet yesterday your youthfulness yelled "yes, yearningly,
Zulus zero zoningly, zebras zoned zealously"






Ok, people may or may not make sense of it... but it does have a story and emotion to it's core.

i can sort of understand it but i cant think of words to tell you wot i understand
gd rhyming
gd stucture

i think i saw this pecie beofre..but w/.e

rhymes were good not a good topic didnt explain enough thogh
rhymes were good flow was good struuctre...............
overall this was good peace---

Not a good topic? It's about an author who's bosses aren't satisfied. Therefore he turns to a life of drugs, has an operation, and dies. Then he comes back as "xtra-terrestrial".

That might help people to understand it a bit.

I think even having a topic in this is an acheivement in itself.

If you'd seen it before, it was in the other section... this sure as hell ain't anyone else's work seein i wrote it on the train today.

As it is, I appreciate the feed, seriously.

Uppin people.

Up to the top we go.

Come on, stop sleeping and give feed.

somebody. I know people are reading. DROP FEED.

Bump! uppin.

Uppin AGAIN.

you had some aite shit going, but I didn't like how your wierd lil' style never changed....structure got boring after a few lines, and you seemed to stretch to find some of the rhymes there.

one.

You used good vocabulary, but you did have an odd, choppy flow, but not bad over all. Try less similar ending words in a row