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5/9/2003 c1 53absolute0
Another nice work of yours! I don't really understand what you really mean but I guess it's just that sometimes we fill ourselves with hope and trust on someone and then they eventually ruin our day. Once again, nice1
4/23/2003 c1 Cheyenne
Wow. This is different. You think differently. Always good. I like.
2/26/2003 c1 33superspy
i love this
2/7/2003 c1 32Morbane
wow, I like this imagery, and it's one of those poems where the spacing really works, too... I guess all I can do is applaud *applause*
1/20/2003 c1 141E. Gao
you're officially on the List.

beautiful, poignant, innovative.

1/4/2003 c1 Sakura
thats sad sounding...
1/3/2003 c1 Kai
Its perfect.
1/3/2003 c1 53Aviendha19
this is so sad, so sad...

like russia, wandering around in the lostness and dresden quartet and rubilev and history, except, it is one situation, and one person, and one mind.

i love your descriptions. the gold, the jar, the brightness. its so beautiful and utterly utterly poetic. youre such an artist.

12/30/2002 c1 2aintawoman
mmmm hmmm...

blood+ glass+ gold+ vomit=tasty

actually, this is quite fabulous... and i think i may venture to say that i know exactly how it feels to be standing in a vat of your tasty blood/glass/gold/vomit concoction.

it sucks. not your poem, it is fabulous, but that feeling after realizing that it wasn't the sun just a big neon bulb, or maybe it was teh sun and you are teh bulb, and you dont know what to think other than "gee, i don't know what to think." it just gets in your gut and writhes around in there until either you die or it does. and actually sometimes death doesn't seem so bad after all, but then you come to your senses and realize life goes on and start refilling that jar until it happens all over again. like being a straight girl and falling in love with a gay boy. or just falling in love with someone that doesn't reciprocate. or being dumped. or a lot of things...

geez, sorry for rambling, but it is your fault, you know. heh.

wonderful work.
12/29/2002 c1 toysoldier
it feels bitter even reading it... something sacred defiled... and misplaced trust. I like, I like.
12/24/2002 c1 252account inactive00000
all right, the jar made me think of stevens, but this poem isn't stevens at all. this is beautiful, it's sad and it punctures, you know? i like this so much, you have so much emphasis on every word, thank you for writing this

12/23/2002 c1 Paradoxical Goddess
just blood and shattered glass in a pool of gold and vomit" ah I like this one

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