There's some really awesome poetry here.
I can tell it was written honestly. I'd recommend this message board: http://thewritersdraft.englishboards.com/index.htm
to anyone who likes writing. Some Lexers put it together earlier this year and we all have a blast. Here's a poem I have posted there (it was here, too, before the crash, so some of you may have seen it already.)
"Baseball with the Cullens"
The sky's a dark and nasty brew--
A tribute to the summer squall.
But this is Carlisle Cullen's cue,
To bring out once more the bat and ball.
The competition's in the field,
And braving out the stormy day,
But their destiny is sealed,
As soon as Alice starts to play.
The ball is thrown; the bat is swung,
A ruckus that is never heard.
Next thing you know the play is done--
Edward on second, stealing third.
The sun comes out; the game is over.
By now the visitors are sullen.
They walk away, their faces sober,
'Cause no one plays baseball quite like the Cullens.