 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-02 . chapter 14Very nice, and I hope Linaeve returns soon, will be missed. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-02 . chapter 13I just read the summary for the first time and found it to be a collaboration. Hm... That took a while... :) Lovely poem. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-02 . chapter 12Lovely. |
 poetic abortion 2005-05-02 . chapter 8Beautiful.
!~* Noelle *~! |
 poetic abortion 2005-04-30 . chapter 2*adds poem to favorite lists* So far I am entranced by this small collection. I love them, beautifuly poetic and very fitting for love.
!~* Noelle *~! |
 poetic abortion 2005-04-30 . chapter 1Beautiful, wonderful imagery and metaphors. I love it, very fitting for love and utterly poetic. Never seen an Ayame/Hatori shipper before? o.o; Now that you mention it, me too. XD I find that weird, they seem so cute to me. ^^; Anyway ... Keep up the great work. :P I love this, simply amazing use of words that don't seem all that used. ^-^ I like, I like.
!~* Noelle *~! |
 THROUGHTHESEEYES 2005-04-27 . chapter 3I like the contrast btwn 'mirage' and 'coup di grace'. Found this wonderful set of poems thru m.j.'s poem.These are very subtlely put. Great job. |
 THROUGHTHESEEYES 2005-04-27 . chapter 2Love the 2nd and 3rd verses. Great descrition of thoughts. |
 THROUGHTHESEEYES 2005-04-27 . chapter 11Ah romanticisms...icing on the cake, sweetens life, but the real substance is reality. Great you pointed this outhere. |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-04-27 . chapter 11there is a bloom unfolds carnation red,
but more's sweet fragrance deep as in Thy love,
entranced in movement under moonlight skies,—
swaying palm trees to sea breezes dancing. |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-04-27 . chapter 10without a sacrifice and with full joy,
if but a second be attention's span,
there's always hope it be prolonged to hours,
cool crystal waters always wend their way. |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-04-27 . chapter 9at first he carved in wood to leave his mark,
then bones and antlers found his blade to etch,
with confidence a marble stone he formed,
but then,—he ran across a meadow green,
chasing laughter from a nymph that galloped,
and then all he wanted was to form words,
to carve upon his heart to read to her. |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-04-27 . chapter 8pinwheels spin as iridescent blue silks,
chinese carp kites fly high in azure skies,
two string violin plays gently sweet songs,
soft jasmin perfumed words flow endlessly,—
¿is everything but a melody—Yours? |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-04-27 . chapter 7clear diadems diffract white light's spectrum,
or so it seems Thy laughter does to life,—
black void absorbs all energy's display,
or so it seems Thy presence does to life. |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-04-27 . chapter 6reposed in mortal dignity's deep Peace,
lies Certainty above grave's unknown dark,
a Faith bound up eternally with Love,
emanating Energy from Time's play,
across millenia succoring Heart. |