Too often people mistake poetry for being something abstract, something that's removed from the poet. You've brought that misunderstanding down around our ears. Thanks.

How manny times do I have to say this? Garsh. You are beuteful...Not fat, NOT ugly or stupid or fat(it gets old after saying it the 2783619th time...but I can still go for 2783620 if that's what it takes). But still I know how you feel (but not really because people on here don't "love" me (they really dont at all unless they met me in person) as much as they love you. You said this well.

I mean it...Love, Ellen

It's very true that people take our cries for help in poetry and turn it around saying its a masterpiece. I love the way you so clearly expressed your emotions in this. This poem gives you so many images when your reading it, and they're aren't all pretty, but they're realistic and shocking. Too bad its considered a literary term to express images in writting. Maybe if it wasn't, maybe more people would reconize the cries for help instead of the use to literary terms.
--Darkest Angels

Okay, I've read a bit of your stuff and while it's good poetry, it's not suggesting that you have a good life. You need to really talk to someone (a therapist or school counsoler or some other adult) about this stuff. Writing it down may be a relief, but it doesn't make the pain or the memories go away, does it? Like I said, you need to talk about it and get a wiser person's perspective on it all so they can help you move on and not just suppress it. Otherwise, it'll only get worse. There is ALWAYS a worse. You don't want to live like these poems are implying. Trust me; that's not life.

PS, and if you're just making all this up, you still need help because no one should have an imagination like this.

o.O

You know, you could make a killing in gothic poetry, because it is so raw and revealing, and yet so elegantly touching.Love it, love it, love it.

Laters,

KD

I know where this is coming from.

This really made me feel ... Kind of like I was seeing inside myself.

I don't know really what to say, so I guess I'll just type out this smiley face :)

It's really good, though.

i really hope you wake up and i hope you do it soon.

i don't want that to sound harsh, nor angry, but angel, you've GOT to.

*waits a few to get over speechlessness* Oof. Wow. Now see, I'm worried about saying how I love you, because obviously, I don't know you very well... but this poetry, see, this isn't just a catagorized piece in some section that belongs to 'Poetry' on a website. This is something human, something real, something alive. A taste in a person's mouth, a spike that they can touch... it's very... words don't really do it justice. Shutting up now.

Well, if you truly hate our reveiws, if you hate that we like your creativity and way with words, then please, don't read them. I praise something when I like it, and I will continue to do so. I don't lie about things like this, I only reveiw when the words actually touch me. Otherwize That would just be a waste of my time. You write in a way that allows people to relate, and to understand. I appreciate that. I'm sorry if that appreciation hurts you, but it's there all the same.People may say this all the time, but I truly do mean it. If you ever want to talk to someone, who is completely apart from your situation, and who is willing to just let you vent, or anything else, let me know. I'm always around. Who knows. We may even have more then just scrapes to compare.Kat.

Wow, you are not easy to please, are you? Your writing is mediocre at best (you're a poster child for the emo culture) yet people love it anyway, and you're ungreatful? Please post these rants-disguised-as-poetry on livejournal.

Kind of how I feel when people praise me- except, I feel like they're lying. Interesting thought, and... stuff. The way I see it is that we praise you for you and we couldn't care less what everyone else thinks. So, at the risk of sounding redundant...

Nice job.

~Sam~

Hmm. Do you love me or hate me? It tastes like the latter to me, and I find I don’t mind. It brings to mind what you have said before, “Never enough, never enough to draw you near me(except when we exchange harsh remarks that I love because at least I have your attention(forthemoment).”