 insert name here 2003-03-04 . chapter 1that's really good, you have a very strong sense of writing, you're very good at poetry good job
~inh |
 Morbane 2003-02-05 . chapter 1Extremely relevant. Cruelly, well expressed.
And nothing is our fault
(this nothing is our fault)
So we can walk away
Fearing nothing, because we live in fear
I might as well, if I were picking out favourite bits, copy and paste the entire poem. Well concluded. You show here the combination of a clear viewpoint, and the words to express something so convoluted. (I also wish I was as good at writing reviews as you are. But this made me sit up and take a second look - at least!) |
 Rose of Dresden 2002-11-16 . chapter 1ohhh! i love how this ended. i've resolved to read as many of your poems as i can...
god...this is utterly rending, like looking at blood on your hand. this is so well done |
 Aviendha19 2002-08-18 . chapter 1i like this poem, its a good poem, (i mean, as usual a great poem in the greatest sense), but i dont agree with it. i dunno, but the world doesnt seem that depressed/depressing to me. maybe in the slum moments, but i mean not usually |
 tarnished oversoul 2002-05-24 . chapter 1Iiii! I always find poetry harder to review because there's so much truth in them and emotion that there really is nothing you can say to it... Or in other words, the cliched i loved it.
TO |
 RNL 2002-05-14 . chapter 1That's powerful. I really like this poem, I can't wait to read some of your other stuff if its as good as this! Keep writing. |
 Jade6 2002-05-09 . chapter 1*selfish/selfless cocooning seed of hatred, by injustice.* - great image there - I love those lines...
frightenly truthful poem... excellent work... |
 Spyre 2002-04-22 . chapter 1Another jaded bullseye, author. Bravo.
as ever:
s p y r e |
 alicesun 2002-03-03 . chapter 1THIS IS AMAZING! I don't really understand poetry that much, but I really connected with this. It's beautiful and sadly true. thank you |
 M17 2002-02-04 . chapter 1 hey i think this is really cool, thx for reviewing mine, see ya,
M17 |