This was just beautifully amazing. It's tragic, really, but it had a sexy vibe to it.

Cassandra

i love the first line of the whole chapter. its so awesome.~Liz

wow. i really like this, too.~Liz

wow. you are just...wow.

i know it's 3AM and i've had no sleep, but somehow i'm not finding the words to tell you how amazing, and heartbreaking, and painfully beautiful this is.

[or maybe i just did. augh.]

i'm wasting your time. this poem amazing, end of story.

absolutley incredible. i'm speechless. entrancing. wow, email me because i'd like you to read a story of mine, tell me what you think of it before i post it. ttfn, ttyl, swak!

heartz,~*Skye

These two... are entrancing, really. Teh way you break up some of the words/phrases reminds me a bit of E.E. Cummings. You paint a vivid picture with your words - well done.

Aw it's so sad. All the peterpan imagery.. chilling. It's so sad and just a great piece of writing. I'm speechless. I can't even explain. This is just perfection.

Woah. Ver cool. It's just ver... flowly and mysertious and the words all swirl together in this one overall image. Ver amazing.

Sultry. I love it! Great imagery. . .

hmm... this is very cool. slightly scary, but cool. dont know why i havent read your writings before. will read more though :)

Han.

oh reminds me of one of those black and white spy movies. great visual, nice work.

This was...magnificant in a very eerie way. The descriptions were vivid and lifelike, though still retaining poetic value and verse. Wonderful, wonderful!

awesome imagery! really clear and biting. love it!

This is a beautiful piece of work. I love the way it's written, and the use of Peter Pan and Neverland...And oh holy crap, I love you for someone else who FINALLY agrees with me that Peter Pan is NOT the innocent little sweetheart that most make him out to be. Thanks for writing this, it really stood out to me, and it's going on my favs. Love it!

oh jesus that is gorgeous :. i think you have singlehandedly writen in those 2 short chapters everything that has been swirling and stumbling round my head for aeons & aeons.

that deadly dust sinking into her satin skin- and she sat and she smoked her cigarettes without that sexy silver holder, tapping ashes into the toilet to the tune of "Breakfast at Tiffany's", which was playing over the tinny speakers, singing her to Neverland.

She speaks with a voice like whisps and shreds of something (almost) warm. Black is her only forever-lover but she defies even him with firecracker-red lips.