|Reviews for Philia|
| 1234booklover chapter 22 . 12/22/2020
This could be perceived as romantic love too, instead of platonic...
| 1234booklover chapter 32 . 12/6/2020
This is a lot like my story... except the part about the parents isn't true :)
I love the second verse...
Could I presume, that How Strange could be a sequel to this?
| 1234booklover chapter 31 . 11/27/2020
| 1234booklover chapter 30 . 11/5/2020
Hmm... I think this could be longer.
| 1234booklover chapter 29 . 10/26/2020
The first lines are absolutely beautiful. I love the repetition in this poem!
| 1234booklover chapter 28 . 10/19/2020
Oh my... so deep, true and touching.
I especially love the last 3 lines. It shows that the friendship held between the duo, is worth it.
| 1234booklover chapter 27 . 10/6/2020
Delusions... what a strange thing. This is the dictionary definition: an idiosyncratic belief or impression maintained despite being contradicted by reality or rational argument, typically as a symptom of mental disorder.
Friendship, or rather Philia, as you call it, IS a delusion. That's what I feel any way. Humans can survive without friends I guess, but we still cling to that hope, that we need friends to survive. Because I think, it is the natural behavior for humans need to have facts to believe. Because we need to know that out hope is true. But who cares? If you believe in it, anything is possible. That's the thing with books, they explore the un-imaginable. Tell you of the impossible.
And I'm rambling now :)
But, what if reality IS a delusion? What if we are living in a make-believe world? Then if so, your last verse in the poem, means nothing. It means the same thing. If the friendship between the two people in the poem, is a delusion, and if reality is a delusion, then isn't it the same thing? Cause no one knows WHAT reality truly is.
This is the definition of reality: (1) the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them.
(2) the state or quality of having existence or substance.
So in a way, life is a sort of a reality. But does it have a substance? No. Does it exist. Not really. I mean, define life. Can humans CREATE life. No. So as I said before, if reality/life is a delusion, andso is friendship, then isn't it the same thing?
I'd probably write a longer review, but I don't want to spam the review section.
(And I've no idea where I've gone with this review :D)
| 1234booklover chapter 26 . 9/27/2020
This was incredibly touching! I think you should honestly, publish this collection, I swear I'm dead serious. I for one would read it!
| 1234booklover chapter 25 . 9/27/2020
Loved it! (I actually DO make stories and conversations in my head!)
| 1234booklover chapter 24 . 9/23/2020
Short, but nice.
Could you try making the poems longer perhaps?
And (this is just a tip) don't post in mass, post a single poem everyday, you'll get more traffic and reviews that way.
| 1234booklover chapter 23 . 9/23/2020
Broken friendship... One of the worst things ever...
| 1234booklover chapter 19 . 9/23/2020
Especially the last 2 lines.
| 1234booklover chapter 20 . 9/23/2020
Oh my, this is so simple, but I just love it!
Please don't EVER take this poem collection down!
| 1234booklover chapter 18 . 9/21/2020
I really like your poems, hope you update soon!
| 1234booklover chapter 12 . 9/21/2020