|Reviews for A destruction on Labor|
| savor those enticing dreams 12/19/08 . chapter 1
I really enjoyed reading this. It was very interesting how you wrote to the reader, and I really liked the different style.
| Ayx 11/16/08 . chapter 1
OH my gosh! Amazing! Have I told you lately that I love your work? Great piece!
| Chidaruma Kamisori 10/3/08 . chapter 1
Awwe. It's sad to realize this is your good-bye poem.
It was nice reading you while you wrote.
| not sure yet 10/2/08 . chapter 1
o i know the feeling lol, o rmaybe it sjust cause youre talking to the reader and im associating myself, but who knows, i enjoyed reading this all the same, its nice to be looking at poetry again
| simpleplan13 9/28/08 . chapter 1
"that that is so."... the that that sounds awkward
I really like how the piece is addressed to the readers, it really brings us into the piece. I also like how you acknowledge the stream of consciousness by going back to the beginning. Also, your word choices and descriptions were really beautiful as always.
| Lady Fingers 9/22/08 . chapter 1
wow, everytime i have a hiatus in my writing I always want to come back and write something like this.
You feel displaced yet grounded in the fact that you know inspiration will never truly leave you, not even when you yourself try to abandon it.
Everytime I write I think about grade school and how I was made fun of because of how different I was, I was just indifferent to that life. I didn't like ponies I liked stallions, and I hated lunch because I couldn't make up stories in my head because it was too loud.
Everything you write speaks to me because you are inspiration through every word, letter, and declaration.
Your the spirit that everyone else is trying to find and fit into their life and work.
Everything you speak and write makes sense even when it doesn't seem that way.
you are truly a work of art.
| Lux d'Marcs 9/21/08 . chapter 1
Generally, I come up with some sentiment more loftily eloquent than that... but wow. The words have floored me in a strange way: abrupt but vague. Opaque but translucent. I admire the honesty here, more than anything. Cheers.
| Eve's Deception 9/19/08 . chapter 1
i came to your page to request more but that sounded selfish so i re-thought my approach. i've often wondered if there's anything beautiful that can touch me now after all the ugliness seems to have seeped into every hidden pore; but i have yet to find the answer. and doesn't that sound so melodramtic? but im earnest. i try to be to make up for the things i lack as of late. it gets twisted fast anyhow so it wouldn't account for much.
and i came here expecting...something i hadn't named yet. maybe relief because i find it so easily here. so i wasn't surprised at the involuntary sigh that escaped me on your ending line. i hope that doesnt sound cliche to you, im insecure about things like that and dreadfully transparent. the fact of the matter remains that i'm glad you've picked up your pen. sometimes it feels chained, doesn't it? like you have a duty to it and you remain its slave even when you put it down and can't for the life of you look it in the eye.
you said some pretty amazing things in here. this piece that is too delicate to hold because i feel like i'd break it underway. i guess what i've been meaning to say is that i've felt something i haven't in awhile. im grateful yet im lacking and it feels like this fills some of those holes. does this make sense? i might be telling you entirely too much but if anything your words exacted it from me. if you can be entirely too honest, i'd be a fiend to simply say good job and move along obscurely like you hadn't passed blazing in front of my eyes and unfolded.
| Blackbelt749 9/17/08 . chapter 1
Awesome. Just incredible.
| Shasta Valentine 9/14/08 . chapter 1
i did enjoy the length,, although i did feel like you trailed off a bit when going into lengths about the person you had affection for, but i feel like you manipulated this style perfectly to accompany your concept (which was great)
hope to read more of your pieces later.
| Ashelin 9/12/08 . chapter 1
Is it alright to say that you feel like a different person when I read this?
Not that I know you, no, it's not that.
It's simply this "voice" as so many teachers love to call it, this muse I better like to say. The sound that their voice makes as the words vibrate through the heads of us writers, so different within us all and yet so the same. Perhaps your muse has many mouths, but this is the first time I've had the pleasure to listen to this tongue, and I have to say I find it beautiful.
Yes, there is a shock to the rest of what you write that is irreplaceable, nigh untraceable in anyone else as far as I know. There is sex and love and hurt and politics that run deep on emotion, deep on the lack of it. Yet this...it's separate. And I would be lying to say I didn't love it. The simplicity that doesn't need to be wrapped in metaphor, even when it is. The perfection of the truth, of life, of being small words strung together. I can't explain it, but you already have. And as always I love how impersonal you can make the most personal of things. You give the right amount of things we'll never understand, but keep us unified with the poem, with you, and with us. I'm trying to pick a favorite part, but I find it somehow hopeless. I've never been one for favorites, I always am saying how the good things are all so different that there is no real comparison.
I know I'm never constructive. I write, I don't edit. I'll never get published because of it, but that doesn't matter. Poetry is more than just words, less than just words, it's this combination of everything and anything. There aren't any real rules, there aren't any real referees. Reviews aren't bonuses and flames aren't layoffs. But this, this is how poetry chooses to exist. And thank you for writing it, for listening, for sharing. I am grateful.
| Tytherpol 9/12/08 . chapter 1
| Lifeless Prophet 9/8/08 . chapter 1
Your form is amazing. loved it as usual.
| Dale Christopher 9/6/08 . chapter 1
As far as your poetry goes, I think I can relate to this more than anything else. Adult life tends to seriously hinder creativeness, and I’ve found that even when I do sit down and attempt to write something, I really have nothing interesting to say. Writing seems to be written at its best when you’re hidden from the world, but when you’re truly a part of it, your voice just gives up.
Well, that’s how it feels to me, anyway. You clearly still have something to say.
I’m not even sure how to review this because it seems more like a letter to your readers, or maybe some kind of confession. It feels like you’re saying “I’m changing.” Or at least something to that effect, I guess. Maybe changing is too dramatic a word; maybe you’re simply ‘broadening your horizons’. Or maybe I have it wrong all together.
Regardless, I enjoyed this poem very much. It felt personal, as if Reader was replaced with my own name.
Peace, and hope to hear from you again in the not-too-distant-future,
| softersin 9/3/08 . chapter 1
A type of poem I have never seen before.
and it wowed me.
It's a mixture between a journal and a poem filled with confusion.
i love it