I really like your style, powerful writing, this creates an emotional environment, and transports the reader to the catacombs, the haunting ambience, the feel of regret in the air, the depth conveys the nature of a product completed by ingredients, yet
broken by the very idea that brought it together, to imagine a tormented tree,
paper leaves swaying in the wind, struggling to stay alive, shows just how much the heart is willing to sacrifice for the cause or sake it believes in, heartfelt to
imagine what it is to be caught in a downward spiral, yet in every way knowing where the end result is going to be, convincing detail, this is touching. Nice Work.
Take Care, Mike
Favorite Lines:
catacombs in mind
like branches of a tree
each one reaches to nothing
leaves glued on like cheap paper machea
little tease of my finger tips and they give way
I laugh as I cry
Arms folded broken over my head
Legs bent at the knees
feet spread wide
I love this piece. This is one of those things when I read it I was think Damn I wished I wrote that. I am in awe at all the imagery and such vivid details that played so perfectly in my minds eye. I think this is a great piece. I am so glad I had the chance to read it. I love the purity of it and the flowing lines of visual pleasures.
I really like your style, powerful writing, this creates an emotional environment, and transports the reader to the catacombs, the haunting ambience, the feel of regret in the air, the depth conveys the nature of a product completed by ingredients, yet
broken by the very idea that brought it together, to imagine a tormented tree,
paper leaves swaying in the wind, struggling to stay alive, shows just how much the heart is willing to sacrifice for the cause or sake it believes in, heartfelt to
imagine what it is to be caught in a downward spiral, yet in every way knowing where the end result is going to be, convincing detail, this is touching. Nice Work.
Take Care, Mike
Favorite Lines:
catacombs in mind
like branches of a tree
each one reaches to nothing
leaves glued on like cheap paper machea
little tease of my finger tips and they give way
I laugh as I cry
Arms folded broken over my head
Legs bent at the knees
feet spread wide
I am.. never the same.
I am.. {fill in the blank}
I am.. !
I am.. ?
I could talk to you for hours about me.... and you'd walk away stratching your head.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST .. more..