for Crayon Drawings are the Best After All5/31/2011 c1 
16non.graceful
I enjoyed this- I mean what poem isn't with assonance ?
I also liked this because I share most of the opinions within the text.
I needed to review this in order to favorite it- some unspoken rule to me.
Great job.
16non.gracefulI enjoyed this- I mean what poem isn't with assonance ?
I also liked this because I share most of the opinions within the text.
I needed to review this in order to favorite it- some unspoken rule to me.
Great job.
7/14/2008 c1 TopazOwl
This really touched a part of my heart. I've been missing my younger years lately, and this just burned the bridge I built. I truly love it when something I read can make me cry. Wonderful work!
This really touched a part of my heart. I've been missing my younger years lately, and this just burned the bridge I built. I truly love it when something I read can make me cry. Wonderful work!
7/12/2008 c1 7ms. thorek
your poem's very good. i miss being a kid, too. being an adult used to sound great when i was a kid. used to... adulthood disillusions you but once in a while one still gets to see snatches of beauty. although most of the time when that once in a while happens you're already too weary, too jaded to appreciate it.
"where did all the playgrounds and neighbor kids go?" that line really strikes a chord. meeting up with childhood friends (we all live right next to each other) is awkward for me. little by little, the years stripped everything that once held me and my friends together. now we're more like acquaintances nodding our heads at each other across the street.
7ms. thorekyour poem's very good. i miss being a kid, too. being an adult used to sound great when i was a kid. used to... adulthood disillusions you but once in a while one still gets to see snatches of beauty. although most of the time when that once in a while happens you're already too weary, too jaded to appreciate it.
"where did all the playgrounds and neighbor kids go?" that line really strikes a chord. meeting up with childhood friends (we all live right next to each other) is awkward for me. little by little, the years stripped everything that once held me and my friends together. now we're more like acquaintances nodding our heads at each other across the street.
4/15/2008 c1 14its.Nothing.Special
...Indubidably. =O
SECRET: I haven't submitted a review on FicPress in approximately 342.83242 billion years...mostly 'cause I haven't been on in eons.
SECRET: I just read your review and I thought it was sweet and that you had a cool penname...so I thought I'd check you out. Even though I was supposed to be on the computer to check what the homework was. (WHICH I'M GETTING TO DARN IT)
SECRET: ...I cried when I got to the end of this poem.
No lie, no lie, no lie. My goodness, you have no idea how much this touched me, how deep it cut, how you've so beautifully echoed the words I've been thinking in a way I'd never be able to get on paper.
This is seriously, DISGUSTINGLY(I DON'T HAVE THE WORDS, HAHA Dx) BEAUTIFUL. Real. Raw. Brilliant. Personal. Encouraging, in some ways. And I know it's what God wanted me to read at this point in time.
"As I'm getting older I'm starting to see/That the child was the best of the versions of me." Well, don't I feel that way half the time. I know Jesus loved the hearts of children, and it's my daily prayer that He'll soften my heart, touch it, renew it, transform it, until I have that child-like faith again.
"Perhaps after prayer time when I say amen/Then maybe, perhaps I'll see beauty again."
Oh, thank you SO SO SO much for writing this. I really needed it. Honestly, sincerely, thanks.
;)becky
14its.Nothing.Special...Indubidably. =O
SECRET: I haven't submitted a review on FicPress in approximately 342.83242 billion years...mostly 'cause I haven't been on in eons.
SECRET: I just read your review and I thought it was sweet and that you had a cool penname...so I thought I'd check you out. Even though I was supposed to be on the computer to check what the homework was. (WHICH I'M GETTING TO DARN IT)
SECRET: ...I cried when I got to the end of this poem.
No lie, no lie, no lie. My goodness, you have no idea how much this touched me, how deep it cut, how you've so beautifully echoed the words I've been thinking in a way I'd never be able to get on paper.
This is seriously, DISGUSTINGLY(I DON'T HAVE THE WORDS, HAHA Dx) BEAUTIFUL. Real. Raw. Brilliant. Personal. Encouraging, in some ways. And I know it's what God wanted me to read at this point in time.
"As I'm getting older I'm starting to see/That the child was the best of the versions of me." Well, don't I feel that way half the time. I know Jesus loved the hearts of children, and it's my daily prayer that He'll soften my heart, touch it, renew it, transform it, until I have that child-like faith again.
"Perhaps after prayer time when I say amen/Then maybe, perhaps I'll see beauty again."
Oh, thank you SO SO SO much for writing this. I really needed it. Honestly, sincerely, thanks.
;)becky
3/9/2008 c1 612simpleplan13
And bake me some cookies and smile me a smile... smile me a smile just seemed a bit too repetitive
I like the rhyming a lot.. and the whole idea of growing up but wanting to be a child was really well described here... I love the phrase :glowing stars sparkle" that was really nice
PS If your bored check out the Review Game and its Review Marathon (links in my profile)
612simpleplan13And bake me some cookies and smile me a smile... smile me a smile just seemed a bit too repetitive
I like the rhyming a lot.. and the whole idea of growing up but wanting to be a child was really well described here... I love the phrase :glowing stars sparkle" that was really nice
PS If your bored check out the Review Game and its Review Marathon (links in my profile)