Reviews for Seasonal Delights
Generation Dead chapter 1 . 9/7/2008
I'm going to be honest, this made my eyes tear up.

I've felt this same way so many times, and it hit me hard.

"I am only ink stained and coffee drenched scribble,

scratching words on dry pieces of

any sort of long ago trees and sometimes

even my skin, but my tattoos are vice

compared to the smooth curves of her cheeks and

arms so free of any discrepancy that

I want to rip away at my skin and forget I feel,

refuse to remember what I’ve been taught

and just grow a pair of mirror wings that echo

as I try to fly across the boundaries of

what never was and always will be,

nothing and everything gliding through

my skin and hair so mediocre,

so lacking in any sort of beauty whatsoever."

This stanza really hit home for me. It's something I can relate to. You're a poet! I love your poems.