I really liked our pices. Sorry that I didn't review earlier, I had a problem with my e-mail.

Hi. I'm Ronald Campbell. My friend call me the seeker of souls. I just wanted to thank you. The poem to embrace understanding was just a short story written cause a friend was falling out of love will her man. she didn't understand why he was. so she ask me to write her some understanding about black love. Its was nice of you to say the things you did. once again thank you. Your Truly Ronald Campbell A.K.A. The seeker of souls.

This whole thing is excellent... Certain parts speak to me personally; I read this when it was posted, and now remember that I didn't review it because I felt overwhelmed. And again, I go to it (bookmarked!) and here I am so underneath life that I cannot even feel myself breathing (but I am). My chest feels collapsed. And there is no one I can talk to about it, maybe nobody I would, because I'd never want them to feel this way.

No they will never take me. I'd stare down the bullet and make my final stand. A Bad Girl Young Gun? yes!

Sometimes I'm "ready" for that Blaze Of Glory. I should learn from life's tragedies, too, like the poem says.

Why can't I?

Multi-faceted genius pants awesomeness. Do they really believe we can make it? No. Will hope alone save us? No. Do we really have wings? Nope. Are we all going to live 'Happily ever after?' No. Do we have a snowball's chance in hell of making it out of this alive with our dreams and goals intact? No. Am I going for it reguardless of the odds, blatantly disreguarding everything I know to be truth...?

DAMN STRAIGHT!

I will stand or I will fall. I will not sit.

Later...

Ah...well... 'Wow' is about the only thing that comes to mind. So really, I have to appoligize.. I have so many things to say about these poems, but they don't want to be said.

I must be too awed or something...

Great work though. *grins* Touching, really, they were.

-exile

it's direct obscured manipulation to get you to push yourself to accomplish whatever they want you to do.

knowing you cannot possibly do it anyway.

then they can take your lesser attempts of perfection, make you guilty for falling short, and then tell you to do something else they want.

although i have no idea what you were taking about in this chapter. HA!

It's because the bastards are under the impression that everyone is as perfect as they are. It's hard to give advice when you think you know the answer because it is incomprehensible that anything else could even be imagined.