Good job. You use imagery that I can see and identify with. The love that died, the hate that flashes like flint on tempered steel- I've seen that look. You took me to a place and a frame of heart that I have been in before. You expressed, and that's what it's all about.
"When joy was but a synonym of life." Growing up is hard; time itself does seem to change. There's a lot more in your poem than the pain of growing up, but that hits me hardest this afternoon. Glad to be asked to comment; I'm new here too. It's great to have people actually talk to you about what you write, isn't it? I'm really enjoying it. Email me anytime, about anything you want. I'm always available, and I'm the kind of person who loves communication, so it would be practically impossible to bother me.
Good job. Double couplets are hard to pull off and you did it. I know what anxiety is like, never being able to rest in something and believe it's okay. But faith and hope are imperishable, my friend. They never die really, sometimes we just lose our grip on them, but they're always there for us when we are ready to take them back, like God. He's always there. Thanks for valuing my opinion. You are a good poet; don't ever stop writing.
Iraq. I know. War so often makes no sense. We go in believing something, lose the plot and create tomorrow's enemies by fighting today's. Too often we create the things we fight and foster the things that will one day kill us. I know.
You had me at hello. I got eth Dickens reference and your vocabulary is...huge. I don't know some of the words in your poems. I'm basking so much in the sheer pleasure of this I can't do justice to how much I appreciate your thought process, beyond the intrinsic beauty of your style. Thank you. Thank you.
Oh, my friend, this are amazing. Seriously, I think you write the best stuff I've read on this site. I'm not being flippant. Congratulations on being who you are.
I love this. I work with my dad who is a food vendor, so the store shelves and the damaged goods is a strong image to me. I know what that means. Good job!
Logan, man, this is awesome. I love it. I absolutely love it. Why hasn't anybody reviewed this before me? Thank you for writing this and letting people like me read it.
Thank you, sir, for your service and your story. Glad to have a grunt on this site. I have nothing but the deepest respect. My uncle was a Marine. I remember when I was little listening to his father, my grandfather, who was in the Army, different branch of service I know, tell me stories about Bataan, where he fought in the Second World War. I'm always eager to listen to a military man, so if you have any more stories I'd really like to hear them, sir.
Beautiful. You know how deeply I feel this myself? "A horizon yet unclear but calling" I have one too. "Summoning to destiny." Poetry comes in where friends have a hard time gaining entrance. You touched the deep struggling part of me that even my family probably doesn't see as valid or relevant to the person they know. Our desperation. Well done.
Hi there. Your story was interesting. I want to know what happens next. This is weird- I'm completely serious- the novel I'm working on now features characters named "Shane" and Emily; an unpleasant ultimatum over the phone is a key point in the story, and Emily is a petite teenager with big blue eyes and much of what happens to Shane would not have happened if not for her. I think that's pretty awesome! Good luck. Never give up on what you love.
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