Reviews for nothing like the sun

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Jezsh 2006-01-19 ch 1,	abusepowerful, I loved the of the mirror in the sun. Perhaps the way it was worded, sounded amazing. Blinding in itself.
Perfect Bliss 2005-10-29 ch 1,	abuseWow... that was awesome. lovely poem. i liked it so much soo much. I really don't know what to say because I felt like everything's been said. You stole my breath with this peace. It's really beautiful.
treana 2005-06-14 ch 1,	abuseOh, where to begin with this one... I’m at a complete loss for words... It’s gorgeous – maddeningly gorgeous. I love the rhyme and I love the idea and I love the deep but shallow feel. The constant theme of light is stunning and the associations with it are to die for. The separation between paragraphs and sentences and words drew me in, and the time frame’s so mangled that it’s surreal. The queen of spades lines might be my favourite. Seemingly random meaningful insertions – they’re beautiful beyond compare. Your punctuation like )this( and,, this are so very captivating, just like everything else here and they all mingle together in a pool of inspiration. I’m jealous beyond belief and awed in amazement. And I’d go on forever, because this totally deserves it, but I’m still at a complete loss for words...
the cereal killer 2004-06-17 ch 1,	abuseYour reviews are all so SAME-ISH, I will try to be DIFFERENT! (as I always do.) Constructive, hopefully. To begin with, I LOVE how you tied everything together so SEAMLESSLY, your cards, lights, sky. So that it's BLATANTLY OBVIOUS, but SECRET. It feels like it is MEANT to be there, a quintessential PART of your poem. "(look for another rhyme;/sin.) is very smart. Intelligently placed. I like it. "sometimes i can pinpoint exactly where the knife slides in, kisses my ribs, licks at my jugular,/carving lines in my skin. if anything hurts it won't be the knife. if any of this leaves a scar, it will be her eyes./this is the knife i'll take and hold, blade to my belly, still, with a pretty handle all made of gold, with a silky shivery thrill, and hands that should shake, and a mind that should break
APersonAndAHalf 2004-06-12 ch 1,	abuseThis poem was...amazing...
wordsworth in a garbage can 2004-05-03 ch 1,	abuseGod that was astounding in every sense of the word. Your poem is a visual barrage of a thousand different images.
Sammy- B 2004-04-21 ch 1,	abuseI'm speechless. That was just amazing! I have never seen this style before, it's just so beautiful. Great job!
EveryNowAndThen 2004-04-20 ch 1,	abuseIt's beautiful. There is no criticism to give here... I wish someone noticed me to such a passionate extent.
zelle 2004-04-03 ch 1,	abuseinitial reaction: OH **. revised reaction: I'm in love with this in so many ways it's probably unhealthy. I want to critique this, really really I do (because I have this strange policy about constructive criticism that went COMPLETELY out the window when I read this poem). can't. find. WORDS! so i think i'll fave you instead, yes?
sweetnarcosis 2004-02-16 ch 1,	abuseI could live in your imagery. In all honesty.
pleasecometrue 2004-01-19 ch 1,	abuseit's beautiful.
All Midnight Eyes 2003-10-23 ch 1,	abuseI was in a poetry mood and went searching among my favorites to see who my favorite authors had on THEIR lists. And look what I found. This is perfect. I want to write like this. I'm inspired. I'm going to go write pages of poetry...thank you. Clarie
&Morbane 2003-08-11 ch 1, anon.	abusewaves hi Just thought I'd say that this is one poem I keep coming back to and re-reading and re-reading. What I imagine myself doing is reading this out to a small audience of my friends and writer-peers, and giving it all the expression I could. It's like performance poetry, except that I love reading it and marvelling over amazing things, like ")the unspoken rhyme(" whose nuances would, I think, be a little hard to vocalise. It's a poem that has a movie in it, except that a real-real movie wouldn't be able to convey the depth, I think - amazing lines like "words- sear, flame, burn, glint, rush. angel in gold light." It's a poem with a touch of agony in it, but because of the precision in it, the exact real perfect beautiful truth in it, I read it to feel uplifted, and to remind myself of why I write poetry - or, to remind myself what my motive should be, if this is not it. It puzzles me a little that you should say 'a game... on the train at night' while so much of the rest of the imagery places me in 'day'. Or maybe that's just because I see the poem as full of light. As I hate to end on a saccharine-sounding compliment, I'll just say, "ave". (I like saying that - I have a good friend with whom I always used to exchange that greeting/farewell.)
Scars of Fantasy 2003-06-19 ch 1,	abuseyour poem is equally as blinding.
Dark-BlueDeep 2003-05-27 ch 1,	abuseI do not have the words my friend. Really i do not have them... wow, and oh my bloody god. (pause for huge sigh in which i hope how i felt that, is understood, but probably isn't enough)

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