nentwined
on A friendly conversation with a Native American by somemorepoetry
27 Aug 2004, 3:32 PM
I like it except for the one syllable of "Yeah" towards the end. Well, maybe the last three lines are a bit off for me. I think it works better without, though the tie-back to buffalo is nice.
you can. you can walk forever.
evocative.
hilarious. :)
nice. -10-
I really like the flow of this. Bits meander too much for me, but I like it.
I like it, though I do not get the _need_, which seems important to the piece as a whole.
mmhmm.
Iâm appalled that my raven, with his physical adversity, and his noble rising above the common crowd of ravens, did not inspire the same admiration we bestow on certain Olympic athletes who, in spite of injury, disease and economic poverty rise to glory.
still not getting a coherent moment/story/thing. but thanks. :)
twisted.
I like. :)
another one for the love/above list!
I like 'clandestine comet'.
very evocative, though I find I want to know more how you were lost. Is it just the time?
I like the line "Can you believe the gray wind of used to be and winter?"
"simple perfect" -> "simple perfection"? Or are you making a grammatical pun of some sort that I'm failing to get?
cute. odd. definitely a difficult subject matter to try to make someone take seriously. Delving into the bowels so explicity does not do it for me, I think. Bits here and there don't cohere for me.
I think the title is too ... blatant ... for the rest of the poem. The poem is very nice. Agree with the semi-awkwardness of "nothing makes the night seem lonely like". Maybe just "nothing makes the night more lonely than"? Thoughts.
nentwined
on Beached (Or how I learned to give up the day) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
27 Aug 2004, 2:47 PM
very cute. tightly done. silly, but tightly done and in that silliness is a nice contrast.
Time has been placed in the place of Horror
when consequences are against your circumstances
and choices are lost in attempts of dooms
My mind suddenly went from sharp to dull when he turned on me and pushed its sharpness against the wall, pressing closer, intensifying my plight, and bringing the stench of fear, flooding me until I felt empty with his pitiless demise.
Or at least that's what I feel.
nentwined
on Internal Dialogue (Mental Cock-Slapping & Anal Discipline) by DreamerSupreme
27 Aug 2004, 11:03 AM
boring and repetitive.