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deercatcher commented on Prose for my poet~
A concrete mind in water
sinks past the goldfish
Swimming blankly against the limits
Of its vertical horizon
Wondering why it can't get into the
Rest of the room"
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i miss you... 
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hey just writing hoping you are ok with all this weather... i know it makes you a little nervous. i haven't been online all that much, but wanted you to know im thinking of you
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held me captivated as I read, and read, and read it all the way to the bottom! Wow! I rarely ever do that these days...
Your writing style (if that was yours describing being alone on weekends, and what all the other people are doing, etc...) is enthralling. I had to keep reading to see what you'd say next. I enjoyed it alot. (To be honest, I made the mistake of thinking you were a guy for some reason, the way you write had a young-male feeling to it I thought at first...) so imagine my surprise to see that you are female. Heh. That's so cool tho!
Anyway... I'm new on this site, so I don't know anyone...and am just browsing around. I really like your stuff tho and hope to read more soon. 
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nikaru : Hey, Blkwidow77! on July 28
Hi, Blkwidow77!
You might get messages like this a lot but... I really do miss Twitch, Twitch. Will you ever finish it? I've been following it all these years... and I think about it every now and then. It really was my all-time favorite, and probably the only one that really stuck.
Will you still continue it? If not, then it's okay. But at least just tell me that you don't intend to finish it, so that I could have peace of mind.
Thanks. You can e-mail me at lady_nikaru@yahoo.com.
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won't you come out and play 
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just wanted to further compliment your poem "where the wheat browns"
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Why do you hate my redness? oh why oh why... red be gawd!
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Sorry I am not around for you to drool on but I'm a ... well, not here. I just logged in to delete what's on my author page (since I deleted it from lulu), and placed something else. Read it, don't. Don't care.
-Nam
p.s. if you have "myspace" (as much as I loath it), invite me to be your friend. I'm there more than here but not as often.

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You coming back? I like you. You seem like me. Only when I pinch you, I don't feel it.
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I just wanted to let you know that it is a "Hero" kind of day for me. I was flying high... and then, blam! Back down I went... listening to that damn song again.
I know you will understand—
"I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
you can take my breath away..."
Goddamn— does it ever go away? Will this ever cease in plaguing me? Damn him and his hands around my throat, my thoughts, my heart! Damn him and this hangman's noose!
You know how long it has been? Years! And yet, he can still find me, catch me between the palms of his hands, squeeze... and it is yesterday, again... it is that damn stone in my belly, dragging me down.

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leo2 on November 23, 2007
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2474197
Just wanted to say "Hey" and hope you're feeling better.
Leo
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Hey,
Can you give me the link to your poem "Manhole"? Please please please. I want to read it for some reason, I will only tell you if you provide me the link.
Miss you

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 Fine*trying act childish* 
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Hey. I just heard about a guy's death.  It's so queer. He was younger than me.
I don't know why I am telling you this. But I wanted to.
Take care.

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 I'm back!    Thanks alot for your words... I made the changes...
I was wondering if you'd agree to host a contest with me?  ---am I hoping a little too much???
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well i changed my name again. and i think it'll stay for a long time. just letting you know... 
i hope you are ok!
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Just a little note to let you know I was thinking of you...
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Padded out as in some of the words and metaphors used were a little unecessary, you had already given the reader image of what you were trying to say. It is by no means a slight on your work .. in fact I think what you write is very, very good. Its just my personal opinion and as you have said those don't really mean Jack shit. I have you placed in my favorites so I can see when you post a new work, I wouldn't want to miss any .. but if anything I can be too honest and so will always say what I think.
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I've stepped into that tank and in the end learned to breath water.
It is a shame you think that all men want is to fuck you, though I know women just like that. I've spent the best part of 3 hours reading you (not just your writing) and the comments left by others.
I felt some of your work was a little to "padded" out, but in all of the ones I read your image creation was outstanding.
I got arse-whipped so many times on other sites for writing poetic prose that I gave up, while my standard would never compete with yours, you have given me the tug I needed to try again.
I hope you find some peace and a way to releave that tiredness .. believe me I know how it feels.
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Dienush : group invite on May 16, 2007
Hi. I'm trying to send this message to all my favorites. I just created this new group, and it's just supposed to be fun and help everyone come up with and express new ideas. If you're interested, I'd be glad to see you in it. http://allpoetry.com/group/show/Collaboration
Thanks and have a nice day.
~Diana
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this made me sad. i felt like i could relate to the woman. then i thought of you. and worried. maybe she is you, in another life.
An Almost Made Up Poem
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous
because we’ never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
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hello!
Hope everything is going well for you!!!
blu
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 miss you 
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the tourture the artist thing on your page, it is cooool.
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you pop in and dont post!!!!!
lol. feed your fiends!
hope all is well.
blu
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Do you still grow Jimson Weed in your Garden, Flower?
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i like the authors photo.
you look tired. haha
Happy V-Day!
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BlackWidow43 : this is dedicated to napoloeon on February 11, 2007
Forever gone, forever you
by: evanescence
I wanted you to be with me
For so long I don't even know why now
But now that I've given up on you
Defiantly you see me
Walking away I see the pain
You put me through
Lost in your game to change the same
Forever gone, forever you
There's something very wrong about this
I think you knew all along somehow
You'll only take me to change my mind
And leave me broken and defeated
So far away I see the truth
I see through you
Now that I know the way you play
I don't want to
Walking away I see the pain
You put me through
Lost in your game to change the same
Forever gone, forever you
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So, I haven't been here and maybe that's a good thing. But not to you! I missed reading all the things I wish I could write. Because, I'm just...dead. Not dead in a physical sense (that will NEVER happen, don't worry), but just dead emotionally. There's so much pulling and pushing from EVERYWHERE AND EVERYTHING (I'm sure you know), and life just sits and laughs and drinks champagne and tempts me because I'm young and stupid and so, so in love. with life, that is.
With all poetry aside, how are you? I'm just mad. And not in a teenager-way, like mad at the world, I'm just mad. (is that even possible?) I'm just mad at the general "they", because I love my family and my friends and maybe I just hate "them". It makes sense, in a weird way.
Anyways, to end, to bore you neverending-ly with the nonsense of my nomenclature (I hated chem, in case you were wondering what nomenclature is/was...is that even what it is? ...arrghhhh!!), you are talented. And I have room to grow, hopefully, into you. Without being you. But have the confidence to just write(!), it'd be nice if you could pass that along. Whenever you decide to give me some weird biblical blessing or something, if you ever do. Which you really shouldn't because I don't deserve a blessing. At least not a biblical one. You could give me a burger king one, except for me hating fast food...
♥ .
life!! (what else is there?)
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The flames are higher, this time.
All the times you've laid
dead quiet in the broken limbs
of every attempt to build
yourself out of that god-damn hole.
Pain creates spontaneous explosions
from within the secret chambers
of that faint beat, recorded and sent
in packages for him to listen to.
No acknowledgment made for the effort
in timing the thumps to speak
‘I love you’s in so many different languages.
And I watch as you curl, dead baby bird
praying this time the fire
shall only create a charred statue
and not the rebirth into the hurt.
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NSYancey : So I listened on December 23, 2006
I listened to the poem you recorded and have the link on here, your bio page. It was striking. Were you crying near the end? There's much beauty in those words, in that voice. Much pain...but I suppose it's very hard to separate the two, beauty and pain. I think there's too much beauty allotted to pain. But then, I also think that pain isn't really all that bad, if there's so much worth having there. Another kind of bliss, perhaps?
You have much to say, much that is worth listening to, poet. I wish I could say the same, but then I don't think anyone thinks very much of their own work (at least, we wouldn't want to think so).
Do have a good day, and a Merry Christmas,
Nick
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Howdi!!! 
I wrote the continuation for your 'Shiver' .
Here is the link :http://allpoetry.com/poem/2439887
Even if I'd say I am not an IMPRESSIVE WRITER, I gave what I could for this one.
 Thank you for the inspiration.
Love and peace
~Madd 
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you wrote two poems... and here i was thinking i was all caught up on my reviews!
i read them and liked them... but won't drive by applause.. cuz... ehhh... that sucks now and doesn't quite work.
just wanted u to know i read them and will be commenting real soon. i just have had finals and my brain is wasted
love u
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You have a green trophy, you have a green trophy!
I'm jealous. I want one, too.

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BlackWidow43 : This one is the one I meant to put for you on December 3, 2006
You Thought I Was That Type By: Anna Akhmatova
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,
Or that I'd ask the sorcerers For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: My precious perfumed handkerchief.
Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul Vicarious tears or a single glance.
And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working icon, And by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.
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I meant by Pablo Neruda LoLoL
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BlackWidow43 : Absence by Anna Akhmatova on December 3, 2006
I have scarcely left you When you go in me, crystalline, Or trembling, Or uneasy, wounded by me Or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes Close upon the gift of life That without cease I give you.
My love, We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up all the water and the Blood, We found each other Hungry And we bit each other As fire bites, Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me, Keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too A rose.
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dehydrated : 24th November 2006 on November 24, 2006
Hmm, at least I visit your page *grumpy face* I never see you on-line, oh I don't have your email ID *peevish voice*. Not fair! *Laughing* Ha ha. How are you doing your Highness. Dolly (  ) misses you  ~Madd 
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i want to write you a poem.... but i want it to be good... so you'll have to be patient
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This fucking site sucks dick now...
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i dont like the new layout 
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lol You're so cutely lopsided. That's why I always liked you. You'll have to tell me what you think of it. ^^-^^
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Bleh, not yet.
There's a lot of pressure to perform at my school, and everyone is stressing about college, and we're not even *there* yet! I even see little seventh graders running around with college stickers on their binders. To be honest, it's a little scary. I'm pretty lucky because my parents want what's best for me, so there's not a lot of pressure.
I am thinking of going somewhere abroad before college, though. Habitat for Humanity-ish. I've always loooved building irrigation.  Really!
That book is going on my christmas list. Yay!!
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'Torture the Artist' by Joey Goebel.
I think you should read it. I have a feeling that you would enjoy it a lot. It's a political satire and rutted in irony. It also has the tortured artist nailed to the head. All in all, I liked it.
How has your life been going? Are you in college yet?
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What book is that?
Up there?
Because I think he has just bottled my soul-feelings and put them in a book.
WOW.
...other than that ~end~, how are youuuuu!?!

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hmmm... ok. Hello bill. Do you always put your own name in lower case?
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Hiya! I'm bill! 
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