
6/2/2006 c1 pale doll
I am crying.I can't breathe.This is so amazing.I can't even describe what I'm feeling.This is so beautiful.
I am crying.I can't breathe.This is so amazing.I can't even describe what I'm feeling.This is so beautiful.
12/8/2005 c1
3somefreakylooknchick
I love it but this is so not disturbing to me.I find it gorgeous and wonderfully written. Hum.. I think something you believe to be disturbing is gorgeous.Then again you're the author (always too critical of themselves) and I'm weird like that. And you know what? I'm running out of space in my fav stories list b/c I keep adding your poems so I'll just delete those poems and add you to my fav author list.

I love it but this is so not disturbing to me.I find it gorgeous and wonderfully written. Hum.. I think something you believe to be disturbing is gorgeous.Then again you're the author (always too critical of themselves) and I'm weird like that. And you know what? I'm running out of space in my fav stories list b/c I keep adding your poems so I'll just delete those poems and add you to my fav author list.
10/21/2005 c1
20WestFullMoon
The image is so touching, but it's not disturbing. It made me saw death in another way [I know, I'm weird]...
Very descriptive, and might I add, a touch of romance? It seems to me it might be DEEP friendship or long-lasting love...

The image is so touching, but it's not disturbing. It made me saw death in another way [I know, I'm weird]...
Very descriptive, and might I add, a touch of romance? It seems to me it might be DEEP friendship or long-lasting love...
10/21/2005 c1
27Fox Wijoro
Very interesting poem, like you said disturbing but I like it. My favorite lines are:“Bathe in tender flakes,my soldier,falling slowly in the windto cover the angelyou made yesterday,freshly pressed with joy,burying your cold blue lipsbeneath the snow.”I love the imagery and the way you use dichotomy of joy and death with cold blue lips.

Very interesting poem, like you said disturbing but I like it. My favorite lines are:“Bathe in tender flakes,my soldier,falling slowly in the windto cover the angelyou made yesterday,freshly pressed with joy,burying your cold blue lipsbeneath the snow.”I love the imagery and the way you use dichotomy of joy and death with cold blue lips.