tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post7401775188387585723..comments2023-09-19T10:38:19.416-04:00Comments on .as far as the eye can see.: there was a boyS.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11051905790151365900noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-36809005674799988472014-09-14T16:35:15.971-04:002014-09-14T16:35:15.971-04:00This is absolutely beautiful. I think I mostly lov...This is absolutely beautiful. I think I mostly love how universal this piece is. When I read it I had several boys in mind and they shifted in and out as I read through stanzas. I think versatility is important in poetry, and it is working exceptionally in this piece. My favorite line is "whose body was the stones of Pompeii-//still standing, after everything." I'm in love with this, thank you, and well done. <br /><br />-T<br /><br /><a href="www.treesoftyler.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">treesoftyler</a>Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12324757366651208016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-86393102687497911412014-08-01T07:34:24.159-04:002014-08-01T07:34:24.159-04:00there was a girl
whose touch felt like heaven,
ma...there was a girl<br /><br />whose touch felt like heaven,<br />making me shiver all through my nerves<br /><br />whose voice was so deepening<br />filling my mind like the music<br /><br />whose body was sleek<br />rubbing her hand softer then silk<br /><br />whose life was like a open book<br />with the blank pages<br />seems her love has washed its ink<br />over and over again....<br /><br /><br />Nitin Goyalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05409669164337320229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-3093617896423731942014-07-13T14:37:51.984-04:002014-07-13T14:37:51.984-04:00Are you still here?Are you still here?AVYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01035987277042149877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-77840134457895664822014-05-24T14:07:30.135-04:002014-05-24T14:07:30.135-04:00I know that boy.. I still love him..
that last par...I know that boy.. I still love him..<br />that last paragraph...is amazing!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13596819835749657957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-57651115837952609802014-05-21T04:59:09.474-04:002014-05-21T04:59:09.474-04:00Wow, did you wrote this? It's brilliant how yo...Wow, did you wrote this? It's brilliant how you visiualize 'that boy' and the description is very clear and strong. Nice work! :) <br />If you'd like to follow each other (gfc,bloglovin), just let me know. xx Maja<br /><br />http://modern-muffin.blogspot.com/Maja Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18128651790796451643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-84741511089791008522014-05-19T18:34:04.239-04:002014-05-19T18:34:04.239-04:00You're way too kind, always. But thank you. Yo...You're way too kind, always. But thank you. Your words mean so much to me. xxS.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11051905790151365900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-4497992410876031202014-05-19T18:33:09.310-04:002014-05-19T18:33:09.310-04:00Thank you for your always lovely comments, Launna!...Thank you for your always lovely comments, Launna! <br />I think as writers it can be hard to accept when a story is done, especially when it feels unfinished. xxS.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11051905790151365900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-39448164290568829312014-05-18T23:19:20.108-04:002014-05-18T23:19:20.108-04:00This is so beautiful I just keep coming back to it...This is so beautiful I just keep coming back to it xxxxKitty Chrystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813438239009049078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-55633440886436623852014-05-18T18:06:00.138-04:002014-05-18T18:06:00.138-04:00God. Every single thing you write is my favorite t...God. Every single thing you write is my favorite thing. You just get it and I don't understand how wonderful your words always are. This, though. Every single line. This.<br /><br />EmEmma Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796214471206750069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-91190834431815011382014-05-17T18:13:14.895-04:002014-05-17T18:13:14.895-04:00"there was a boy whose skin felt like the las..."there was a boy whose skin felt like the last page of a novel – <br />inked with story. inked with finality.<br />(we get no sequel here). "<br /><br />Damn it, your words echo in my head.<br />Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06808611556653295731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-20028675420323521082014-05-17T15:04:59.732-04:002014-05-17T15:04:59.732-04:00Sometimes you don't need a sequel, regardless ...Sometimes you don't need a sequel, regardless of how much our imagination craves one. PrettyLieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14074616303471229792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497096216830933173.post-81736757801505303302014-05-17T08:09:12.576-04:002014-05-17T08:09:12.576-04:00I want the sequel that doesn't exist... I have...I want the sequel that doesn't exist... I have that story too... there was this boy... I loved him and I still do... <br /><br />Everything you write is beautiful and emotional to me... really lovely <3Launna https://www.blogger.com/profile/09447311902825477772noreply@blogger.com