| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 04/19/12 at 03:55 PM It's painful to know someone like this. This is a sad and beautiful poem. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 04/19/12 at 07:11 PM Wow Lizzie. I never click into one of your poems expecting something so dark or brutal. It's interesting to see you step into yet another world (although it would sadden me to hear you wrote this from experience), but it is not at all surprising to see you excel there, too. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/19/12 at 07:17 PM Oh, for the holy of all that is love I will revise my come hither look but refuse to change my fingers of brail reaching for you through the ether of the inet. Do not pull my boook marrrkkkk! |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/21/12 at 03:13 PM This expression is wonderfully unique, just as you are wonderfully unique...I love your style of writing and this one packs a powerful punch and makes one stop to ponder....thx, Jill |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/20/12 at 10:39 AM A crisis of theological proportions; I applaud your resolution, and trust its application involves a metaphorical 'final breath'... |
