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| absolute0 2003-05-09 ch 1,  | abuseAnother 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 |
| Cheyenne 2003-04-23 ch 1, | abuseWow. This is different. You think differently. Always good. I like. |
| superspy 2003-02-26 ch 1, | abusei love this |
| Morbane 2003-02-07 ch 1, | abusewow, 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* |
| E. Gao 2003-01-20 ch 1, | abuseyou're officially on the List. beautiful, poignant, innovative. ~EG |
| Sakura 2003-01-04 ch 1, anon. | abusethats sad sounding... |
| Kai 2003-01-03 ch 1, anon. | abuseIts perfect. |
| Aviendha19 2003-01-03 ch 1, | abusethis 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. Lorraine |
| aintawoman 2002-12-30 ch 1, | abusemmmm 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. |
| toysoldier 2002-12-29 ch 1, anon. | abuseit feels bitter even reading it.... something sacred defiled...... and misplaced trust. I like, I like. |
| Rose of Dresden 2002-12-24 ch 1, | abuseall 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 marlena |
| Paradoxical Goddess 2002-12-23 ch 1, | abusejust blood and shattered glass in a pool of gold and vomit" ah I like this one |