for let us sit down and tell sad stories1/15/2006 c1 Lilith Immortal
I bow down and worship you! I agree, all those "I'm so depressed because one little thing in my life is out of wack..." poems are way to common for my health. Sometimes they read like parodies of themselves. Well, I'm glad to know I'm not alone in hating happy people who try to be sad! :)Keep up the good work; I've read some of your other stories, adn they're all great, I just didn't feel like flooding you with reviews that all say pretty much the same thing. Awesome!
I bow down and worship you! I agree, all those "I'm so depressed because one little thing in my life is out of wack..." poems are way to common for my health. Sometimes they read like parodies of themselves. Well, I'm glad to know I'm not alone in hating happy people who try to be sad! :)Keep up the good work; I've read some of your other stories, adn they're all great, I just didn't feel like flooding you with reviews that all say pretty much the same thing. Awesome!
12/30/2005 c1 
81thursdays and rain
i love the last line. people try hard to be different but they end up just like everyone else & they don't realize that they were already unique & special to begin with.
i ♥ this c:
81thursdays and raini love the last line. people try hard to be different but they end up just like everyone else & they don't realize that they were already unique & special to begin with.
i ♥ this c:
12/23/2005 c1 breezy nostrils
I don't know why (but I took this a little offensively considering it was very true) I admire for you in a way for that, cuz most ppl wouldn't be this provocative. Anyway, keep on going!
I don't know why (but I took this a little offensively considering it was very true) I admire for you in a way for that, cuz most ppl wouldn't be this provocative. Anyway, keep on going!
12/6/2005 c1 60dollface and her cancer
The entire poem seems so angry, and yet that last line is... regretful. It changes the whole angle of the piece.
60dollface and her cancerThe entire poem seems so angry, and yet that last line is... regretful. It changes the whole angle of the piece.
12/6/2005 c1 90poetic abortion
I found this fucking hilarius. the whole thing is so mocking, insightful, witty/clever and so many nameless adjectives that do nopt surface in my brain. the ending is priceless, the flow was fantastic and word use just blew me away. it was so hypnotic, everything described in this is worthy of elegance and doesn't sound remotly clichéd. I can not describe how strongly this spoke, how every word pierced through my skin and infected my marrow to its very core. the (somwhat) mocking tone and beatiful deteriation of reality you placed just left me over-joyed. this.was.so.gorgeous.
it always angered me when I read that 'cut-our-selves-sel-imposed-gothic' poetry, which really leaves a bad taste in my mouth even CALLING it poetry. it was all the same and a sickening trend that is accompanioed with adolescence with twits who barely grasp the concept, I know several people who struggle through depression. even I have suffered bouts of juist "hate life" in itself, both in my poetry and in life but I grew from the stage quickly.
must.stop.ranting.
I am so sorry, I fail everytime in my reviews. do forgive me.
love it so much.
~* noelle
90poetic abortionI found this fucking hilarius. the whole thing is so mocking, insightful, witty/clever and so many nameless adjectives that do nopt surface in my brain. the ending is priceless, the flow was fantastic and word use just blew me away. it was so hypnotic, everything described in this is worthy of elegance and doesn't sound remotly clichéd. I can not describe how strongly this spoke, how every word pierced through my skin and infected my marrow to its very core. the (somwhat) mocking tone and beatiful deteriation of reality you placed just left me over-joyed. this.was.so.gorgeous.
it always angered me when I read that 'cut-our-selves-sel-imposed-gothic' poetry, which really leaves a bad taste in my mouth even CALLING it poetry. it was all the same and a sickening trend that is accompanioed with adolescence with twits who barely grasp the concept, I know several people who struggle through depression. even I have suffered bouts of juist "hate life" in itself, both in my poetry and in life but I grew from the stage quickly.
must.stop.ranting.
I am so sorry, I fail everytime in my reviews. do forgive me.
love it so much.
~* noelle
12/5/2005 c1 6relletyrots
First off, I'm gonna say that I don't write a review unless I truly mean every damned word of it. The following is no exception.
This is absolutely one of the best poems I've ever read. You see, the difference between this one and those that ridicule those emo teenagers is that you not only, sort of, make fun of it, but you turn around and make them feel better: "(sad thing is, you always were.)" I love that part. I've read many, many poems of depression and misunderstanding and such, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain for them. But after a while, I began to see - they're just trying to make it through, and if that means impressing their friends with a clichéd bit of imagery, an obvious cry for help (as much as THAT sounds like a cliché), well, that's their business. In the end, though, I think we all reach a level of maturity, a state of mind, one that sets a strong sense of resignation. Maturity. As opposed to pre-teen wannabe goths who constantly complain about how their life is falling apart to the pits of the darkest parts of hell just because their parents decided they spend a little too much time on their cell phone (as they just got a $400 bill because he/she decided to call New York for three hours a day.)
I also really like the second and third stanza - saying that, yes, we all do have our problems. The first two lines also really exemplify a good, heartfelt message in all our minds, whether we think of it consciously or not.
Scale of 1-10? (As I work better with numbers.) 10.
Also, I think you mean "that 90 percent of the world's population..."
Cheers.
6relletyrotsFirst off, I'm gonna say that I don't write a review unless I truly mean every damned word of it. The following is no exception.
This is absolutely one of the best poems I've ever read. You see, the difference between this one and those that ridicule those emo teenagers is that you not only, sort of, make fun of it, but you turn around and make them feel better: "(sad thing is, you always were.)" I love that part. I've read many, many poems of depression and misunderstanding and such, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain for them. But after a while, I began to see - they're just trying to make it through, and if that means impressing their friends with a clichéd bit of imagery, an obvious cry for help (as much as THAT sounds like a cliché), well, that's their business. In the end, though, I think we all reach a level of maturity, a state of mind, one that sets a strong sense of resignation. Maturity. As opposed to pre-teen wannabe goths who constantly complain about how their life is falling apart to the pits of the darkest parts of hell just because their parents decided they spend a little too much time on their cell phone (as they just got a $400 bill because he/she decided to call New York for three hours a day.)
I also really like the second and third stanza - saying that, yes, we all do have our problems. The first two lines also really exemplify a good, heartfelt message in all our minds, whether we think of it consciously or not.
Scale of 1-10? (As I work better with numbers.) 10.
Also, I think you mean "that 90 percent of the world's population..."
Cheers.