 crazy dog events 2006-11-17 . chapter 1It's a really ambitious idea- a lovely, commendable idea- but I don't feel you quite pulled it off. And this is where I'm being unhelpful: I don't know why. One thing that was strange: Why 'Mond?' It seems to have little relevance. |
 KonekOniko 2006-08-26 . chapter 1It's so obvious and in our face, yet it's probably one of the most enigmatic and powerful pieces ever. Your work is incomparable. |
 Aimee Raven 2006-08-25 . chapter 1Hmm, haven't reviewed this, how odd. Oh well, I'm a b*tch, what can I say? This is really extraordinarily unique, but you know that, and really so macabre...really paints this *twisted* picture of war...made me shudder and feel slightly sick...utterly incredible. It's really one of those poems that leave you in a state of shock somehow. Great job. On the other hand, I wandered back to this poem because I was wondering where you'd gone to. It's been a while since you posted anything! Please keep writing! Love, Mia |
 Leaving Here 2006-08-11 . chapter 1another awesome creation.~Liz |
 SanMel KoTO 2006-08-10 . chapter 1Love the word play. Seems like you enjoy it too, from your other stuff. Thats fun. |
 dollface and her cancer 2006-08-03 . chapter 1brilliant. i have little else to say. |
 phoenixegg 2006-07-23 . chapter 1I really like this poems even though I often find poems about war rather cliched. This adds a new perspective and is really well written. (: |
 Boadicia 2006-07-19 . chapter 1Wow.
Powerful, clever, and so well written.
A very, very unique poem. |
 poetic abortion 2006-07-16 . chapter 1It is intriquing and powerful and so amusing - lacing the German language in adds such a nice flavor to it - and I just love it; the referances, the blantant meaning to this, it is brought out so real and . . . well. It makes one love to hate it and vice-versa, which I find even more intriquing.
~* Noelle |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2006-07-16 . chapter 1Quite intriguing, I enjoyed its use of words. |
 Manuel Fajar 2006-07-16 . chapter 1Emancipated all our sins in Him,
Our prophet leader and his reveries,
Allowed time's grey our murders to make dim,
While eagle banners red flew cloud eyries;
Proud legions marched assorted in sundries,
Unified mechanical bodies trim,
Endless filed to horizon's distant rim,
Having pledged lives and all their destinies;
p.s Your poem has many bayonets piercing many shibboleths to tiny bits. m |
 Ohmm 2006-07-16 . chapter 1This is really fun in a depressing way; I find it prodigious how you make puns seemingly effortlessly and they actually mean something. |