i was just re-reading this. and i felt like reminding you that it is .brilliant.every little fucking word stunglike needles through your skin followed by a warm rush of love.

loved it.

I have attempted to puzzle out this poem for the past thirty minutes.

I would like to hear your thoughts on it. No, not "what does it mean?"... more, was this prompted by a personal experience? If so, what experience?

muted camera footage...who leaves my self to be two things...the sting of rusted nails, punched into your wall...these intrigue me. I am not entirely sure they fit, though I like their effect on the poem. Hence I really *would* like to discuss this.

I liked: "boymouth"; "you, who will not die as God and men and valentines do"

Kudos.

I like that. That almost happened to me before.

Your writing was honestly very good and emotional.

ohgod.

so. so. beautiful.

"your name will stay imprinted on this inverted heart of mine"

"always you, who will not die like god and men and valentines do"

your name will stay imprinted on this inverted heart of mine - love that line. so beautiful and delicate. nice work!

the imagery and flow are so breath-taking, i loved this piece.

wow...Amazing...I love the way this poem builds a picture in my mind, and i can watch it like a movie in my head.

i love it

I can only say that this is amazing. Wow.

immensely painful, & probably calls out to any reader. i love it insanely.

Amazing.

(rough rope, rough rope i could not have stoodfor fear it would have felt too much like the palms of your handsagainst the insides of my thighs.)

Jess, that gave (and still gives) me chills all up and down my spin. Sickening but breathtaking imagery..

And everytime I read your poetry, I can hear it in my head...a verbal poem. Not a song. The words just imprint such emotions in my head that I hear them.

-Krikoris

reminds me of an alkaline trio song.i suppose the feel of rough and runscrapes and bleed sort of thing

(or maybe it was because i saw you liked them and i had that stuck in my mind

such a basket casehide the cutlery

i haven't read much poetry from the authors on my favorites list lately, and i've been missing out. this was a great read, the subject and the emotions really made it exceptional.

(rough rope, rough rope i could not have stoodfor fear it would have felt too much like the palms of your handsagainst the insides of my thighs.)

those were amazing lines. i love your poetry. never stop writing~!

"The holes punched in your walls". I love that. It gives identity to all those little times [we] lash out.

excellent. beautiful, raw, amazing work. just like all of your writing -- i wish i had thought to review earlier because i just love this. all of your work is simply awesome, but this has to be my favorite of yours so far. the pain is conveyed through bittersweet words without going overboard or drowning the reader ... excellent. please, please keep writing.