The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Home?" presents a vivid exploration of self-reflection and personal journey. The use of metaphoric language, such as "danced across the razor's edge" and "raw winds of Hell's fire," effectively conveys the speaker's struggle and recklessness. However, the poem could benefit from a more consistent rhythm or meter to enhance its musicality and flow.

The sudden shift in tone and perspective in the last few lines, where the speaker identifies a new entity "vulnerable and unassuming," is intriguing but could be made clearer. The reader might benefit from more context or development of this entity to understand its significance in the poem.

The note at the end about "eddy styx" being a "psychotic MALE alter ego who writes dark poetry" is an interesting concept. However, it might be more effective if this aspect of the speaker's identity was integrated into the poem itself rather than explained in a note. This would allow the reader to engage more deeply with the speaker's identity and understand the poem on a more nuanced level.

Lastly, some phrases, like "ass over tea kettle face," are colloquial and may not be universally understood. Consider revising such phrases to ensure the poem's accessibility to a wider audience.

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between you and your dark side! eddy, you're a pip!
~ Geez.
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Self reflection and murder. Well done Eddy. You brought the two together flawlessly.

This is so good, I love the hidden meanings, and introspection that comes together in an amazing light bulb moment of, yeah I get it.
My favourite lines:

owning the raw winds of Hell's fire,
incurred by my carelessness of the moment.

Well done, Ruby :) xx

Great poem, showing the darkness of life and our reactions.
I think that his stanza stands out to me

of bad decisions and relationships
owning the raw winds of Hell's fire,
incurred by my carelessness of the moment.
I think this says it all to me.

Having heard the backstory over the years, this one brings forth a jumble of images. I like the way the poem builds the sense of chaos right up to the last three lines, then latches on to an anchor. Well done.