your writing is (you are) so fucking raw, real & beautiful, and that's why i love (it) you. i've become almost addicted to your poetry. i need it to breathe, because the pain ... it's real, and i need something real. something to hold onto.

i'm not making any sense. forgive me. what i'm trying to say is, you are amazing.

"you don’t know when you stopped playing

tragic and started living it"

This is absolutely gorgeous. I just love the darkness in the words, the deep pain hidden there. I remember reading a book that mentioned a viola in good voice, comparing the sound to dark, expensive chocolate. Your poems have the same type of voice. It's un-fucking-believable. I wish I had half your talent in showing moods.

you don’t know when you stopped playing

tragic and started living it

-beautiful

we are all liars in the end.

this is brilliant. i know i overuse that word, but i truly mean it. i can feel the pain, the hurt, the lost, lonely, tired, the cruel, tragic...everything. the more i read it the more i love it and i just have to add it to favorites.

So for a while I have been one of those creepy lurker types, who reads your poems again and again, but never reviews. The only reason for this is so often your poems leave me speechless.

But finally, I got myself an account, I sat down and read all of your poems, from the start until the latest, and I tries to think of something to say. I would love to be able to leave something constructively critical in this review, but honestly, all I can do is sit here and lay compliemnts on you (yay for an ego boost.)

The thing I think I love most about your writing is the uglybeautiful quality to it. That and the surreal dream-like quality you give each situation, despite the stark reality of what you are really representing. And the thing is, the things you write about are so -real- and echo so many of my own feelings, and the situations I have been in, that it is like you are giving words to all those things most people are unable to say.

So there we go, I am one of those creepy lurker types no longer P.

"you don’t know when you stopped playing

tragic and started living it"

wow. your words are reckless and beautiful.

and when did we stop playing, start living? (did we? have we?) keep writing, sugar. i miss it when you pause for breath.

With that, you already know what I am about to say. ;)

(Jesus, I've missed this place.)

- Noelle

loved it, it was real and just so well written. Keep up the awesome work. You're a great writer and poet.

Faith

A nasty little story of things too true to say out loud in polite society. Truly wish I could write like this, it's such an expressive way of saying what you want.

Much loved,

by Venom

i feel unclean reading this, probaby because i relate so well. i love poetry that makes you feel like you're peeping through a keyhole at two lovers or sneaking porno in the middle of the night.

gorgeous

The tragic imagry here is so vividly well written. I could envision every line you wrote so well. I loved the bit, "to live on words and breathe revolutions." Your writing is beautiful, keep it up.

this is... hard, gritty, real, and beautiful.

it's just amazing cassi.

i don't know what to ever say,

there aren't enough words or slanted phrases that'll tell how brilliant i think you are.

"you kiss him and you revel in the hitch of his breathing

and how chapped his lips are, and his face is fragile

beneath your hands and your lips and your

cruelty, you watch his hands get shaky and smile."

That was my favorite part...

and this has to go on my favorites.

Peace and Love

Lifted

This is terribly beautiful. I don't even know what to say. So real and harsh and wonderful. Amazing.