once again, I must say that your works are very clever! I LOVE the last line, that was great.

Wow, VERY chilling.
It makes me feel like I'm having one of my horror attacks (I have these things that I call horror attacks that are actually fruits of my EXETREMLY scary imagination. It also doesn't help that I saw my first rated R movie when I was 3 but lets not get into that...)
This is going in my favorites!

Pretty good. Good job!

"It is not the wind that howls,

But the trees that give it voice,"

I loved that part of the stanza. Aboslutely loved it.

Hmm, I wonder why I've never reviewed you before...

Meh.

I've read this poem a few times now, and all that comes to mind every time is: 'Amazing'. So I'll just leave it at that.

Wow...I like this. Confusing, but good. Well, I must be going. I'm starting to wither into the wind and fade into the Land of Nod. Good day madam Wings.

~EmPathetic Fool

I totally enjoyed this poem.. Depressin poems are cool.. Real cool.. N yours is real good to.. Keep it up..

Wow, * Sits there is stunned silence, * That was amazing! I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again. I love your writing style! ^_^

Nice, reminds me how glad I am that the snow is finally melting.

I like this very much! I live up in North Dakota and our two feet of snow is just starting to melt. lol I look forward to reading more of your work either tomorrow or Sunday night after work and my round robin tournament.

Kara

::drops head to keyboard:: Gah! No depression! I love your happy, inspirational stuff so much more. But, good lord, you're so good at anything you try, and do. This is the last poem I'll read for tonight-(I have to make crepes, whee, French food!)-I'll probably read the rest when I get time. Until them, farewell, and continue to write and press against your own boundaries.
~Toireasa

Just a few things -

I really enjoyed this. Hooray for angsty poetry! This had some awesome diction that really lent itself to the work and tone of the poem.

However..."rent" at the end of the second line...I'm not sure how you're supposed to be using that. Unless there is some other meaning for rent I don't know about...which there could be. :P

The rythm at the end was a little off, but that's okay - the meaning of the poem and the general sense of beauty overrides any of that stuff. Just wanted to leave ya a little constructive criticism. ^^;

I really enjoyed this though.

Keep writing.

~Namir Swiftpaw

this is a great poem. i loved the part where u said "It is not the wind that howls,
But the trees that give it voice,"... that can be taken on many different levels and that gives the poem a chilling atmosphere. Also, "A sapling with no terrace, A soul with no guide, Both travel a path with no signs, And yet with rules that all must abide." is an absolutely beautiful metaphor and expresses the idea perfectly. I loved this poem!!!

This is like a cross between Robert Frost's "Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood," and Carl Sandburg's "Grass." Really. You have a snowy wood with a path, and then you talk about how the marks you leave behind will all be hidden by time. I think that's cool! I really like this. ^_^
Also, thanks for your review of "Ending?" - and I'm going to answer all the questions you asked here. *laughs at own self* All right, you asked who Stef and David really are: you're going to get my ACTUALLY RESEARCHED (David: *cough*)analysis of who they REALLY are. Let's start with Mari, who is actually quite simple: she's Marisii Mulhern. As in, the chick from "Card Zero." David Michaels = Daeraav Mitchell. Actually, I thought up his name for a school project where I was changing their names, but... anyway. It's the same initials, and Michaels and Mitchell are both British. My favorite one is actually Stef's - Saiylen's. Okay, Saiylen's family name in CZ is "Vasserman," which was originally the German "Wasserman" (W's in German are pronounced like V's), which was transliterated into Russian, and then transliterated into English several generations later as Vasserman. And Stef I chose (almost) arbitrarily. I wanted to keep the same first initial, and, well... have you ever read Mercedes Lackey's "Last Herald-Mage" trilogy? *grin*

Very sad and beautiful. I especially like those two lines "The soft realization, That somehow the trees and I are akin."

Just one thing...in the second stanza...did you mean "saddened" instead of "sadden"?