1 April 2005 - 1:16am — Rachael Glass (not verified)
truly LIVE with your whole being, body, soul and spirit. when i read this i thought you of you and your own life, sometimes we find it easier to write wromt he persective of others and we can do so with such clarity maybe because sometimes that is our own perspective... may this isn't as much written from a 'relationship' point of view but from a 'cruel life' point of view...
1 April 2005 - 1:05am — Rachael Glass (not verified)
i really want to write a comment on it danny, everything i start to write in here ends upsounding like im trying to couteract you poem.
how can you see inside my soul? was it i giving you permission or you giving a damn to look beneath the surface? you will never know the weight of you words to me, or the way your thoughts effect me when you speak them out. this poem first confused me, then i read it again and felt a connection in my spirit, a connection with the words, a connection with the author. Promise me thatyou will never stop writing, promise me you will never stop living.. not being alive
wow..this is good...seems like a bit of hate and hurt there. I certainly feel the words and expression. I'd like to know more of where this is coming from....PEB 3/31/05
Take it is very sad, i know what this one is about. A well written emotive poem again. Brill
truly LIVE with your whole being, body, soul and spirit. when i read this i thought you of you and your own life, sometimes we find it easier to write wromt he persective of others and we can do so with such clarity maybe because sometimes that is our own perspective... may this isn't as much written from a 'relationship' point of view but from a 'cruel life' point of view...
i really want to write a comment on it danny, everything i start to write in here ends upsounding like im trying to couteract you poem.
how can you see inside my soul? was it i giving you permission or you giving a damn to look beneath the surface? you will never know the weight of you words to me, or the way your thoughts effect me when you speak them out. this poem first confused me, then i read it again and felt a connection in my spirit, a connection with the words, a connection with the author. Promise me thatyou will never stop writing, promise me you will never stop living.. not being alive
Seems like a satire on the male cliche. Well hopefully it is. :p Very short and to the point tho. I like it.
wow..this is good...seems like a bit of hate and hurt there. I certainly feel the words and expression. I'd like to know more of where this is coming from....PEB 3/31/05