"My lovers are nothing more than photographs." Well, that sums up precisely how I feel all of the time...staring at the pictures of loved ones...fearing that I'll lose them...

The repetition of, "The north star bleeds and burns" was magnificent! It's a catchy line! :)

This poem is beautiful, You write with your whole soul and it shows. I like your poems very much!

Love/Linnéa

Summr days, dreaming of winter.D.

So lovely and lonely.

After being on this site for over a year, this poem still ranks in the top 3 of things I've read. Something about it just strikes me in a way little other writing has. I keep coming back to it and see a new side of it's beauty every time. Thank you so much for writing this, as I'm not sure you could know how much I really love this piece if I didn't tell you. Wonderful, again. Thanks.

The north star bleeds and burns...

Stunning. Impressive visuals. I'm really enjoying your work. The part about the photographs and such... that too was very eloquently expressed.

"beneath the night and somewhere south of happiness." I just love it.

(by the way, i absolutely love your pen name.)

Wow! That's REALLY good! Keep up the writing!

By the way.. if you have time plz review my stuff!