|Reviews for Building Burning Bridges|
| apromptedpoet chapter 2 . 9/8/2004
hiya matthew. i just saw that you updates this so i thought i'd come and check it out. i think i like this ending better than the other one. it's more complex and it describes better. yes, i like this one. great job, as always _ much love, *Suicidal_Greeting*
| apromptedpoet chapter 1 . 9/6/2004
omg, matthew! this is awesome! lol, i just was looking through all of your poems (even if i've read them all already :P except for this one) and i was reading through the summaries and i saw this one. "This one goes out to Aisha." I was sitting at my computer and I'm like OMG...lol...so I went and read it and I absolutely love it Matthew! It expresses the way I feel sometimes and not many authors I know can do that! It proves that you definately have talent!...Go You!...Keep writing and never change the way you are, Matt. We need more people like you! Much Love, *Suicidal_Greeting*
| I Found Myself At 24 chapter 1 . 8/13/2004
That was really powerful. I loved the ending the best because it really suited the poem (in a way). I can't really describe it, but it was definitely a perfect ending. Great job (as usual)! Keep it up!
| Deirdra Chaeli chapter 2 . 8/10/2004
So I said that the last two were my favorite, but this... this is even better. In the last version, the change seemed sudden, the result of a call and a sudden weakness. This illustrates it much better, allowing us to see the true deliberation, longing versus will, and the final choice to try again. I didn't think it could get any better, and then it did. Wonderful.
| Deirdra Chaeli chapter 1 . 8/10/2004
Oh my goodness. This is absolutely brilliant. I have been through this, am still going through it, but the depth you captured... I am awestruck. The last two stanzas make the most impact, with the strong resolve you've had throughout the entire poem crumbling in the reality of what you feel. This is simply beautiful.
| Finotari chapter 2 . 8/9/2004
Buring bridges and starting again. So touching in a sorrowful sort of way. It hurts when reality comes back and snaps you in the face like a released rubber band. Stay stong Matt.