beautiful

Crazeh~

always loved your graphic approach. you've buried someone with a poem. i like the combination of vulgarity & grandeur.

have some new stuff up after months of abscence.

ambiguous, beautiful & raw.

i dont know if you meant to describe that look of someone's dead body, like how entirely alien and unfamiliar it is. i've never been to an open-casket funeral where i could recognize the departed; i knew who i was from the sign at the door, and who sat in the chairs beside the casket. great job. i've always like this nonformat style of poetry. very sad.

love, c.induced.

Oh.

You know, poodle-chan, that I am horrible at reviewing on time. It's been what, a week or twenty, since this was posted and here I am, now, about forever after and not exactly on time.

. . . Figures why I'm always getting detention for lateness.

I, too, wasn't sure about the set up but, now, I adore it. I want to write that way with my words and I--yeah, I just want to read this ver and over and qoute every line and tell you how brilliant this is (also, the ending and your allusion to Greek Myth owns my heart).

"and his hand is on my shoulder. i'm gliding
with her to love: Hades." -- So, of course, this is my favorite line(s).

Oh, and, I can't get why I think this is romantic--and that you are a genius at making the mundane not mundane and tragicly angst-like and beautiful, you oxymoron you--and I really hate myself for that, because it really isn't how this should be interputted (and I'm stubborn, because I won't let to go to boot).

[+ fav]

- Noelle

Creepy, and bare. Can't mistake the imagery in this either, nice job.

Very sad and beautiful at the smae time ' Sugar spun skin' - i love that

dandelions are weeds, you know. i can't remember if i like this or not.

Wow, beautiful piece. And your author's note is even gorgeous. This is really one of those fantastic pieces that seems to be all about the image, but there's this massively huge picture we'd be missing if we didn't look past that. Really gorgeous. Favorite. Keep writing! :)

stab is a four letter word


and it will be sunny when i die
which is never.

There are hints of something so lovesick and melancholy here that it squeezes my heart. Also, I think your note is quite poetic.

I liked the description from her physical image to her spilled guts to her tangled heart, even your author's note sounds like poetry.

the images you have used are macabre enough but happily they never dissolve into 'gothic'/pointlessly angsty/perverse rants as many poems utilizing these images often do. Interesting mixture of prose and verse forms as well. Do keep writing!

at first glance, i wasn't so sure about the set-up... but after it was all said and done and i was left panting and sweating... i realize just how brilliant you are when you choose your formatting. my god. the first part just revs up harder and harder and then "a thud / and my eyes are falling for another matter" when there's that pause, that tantalizing gasp of a breath after "thud" before we come down from the high and we can start to breathe again and everything starts to make sense once more. this was nothing less than perfect. i andheartssemicolon you.