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from quiethoughts :
He's going ti S.H.I.T.A.B.R.I.C.K. when he sees this!!! Whee! There's such LIFE to this it glitters and BREATHES sensuality...I want to just caress it!! this line is my favorite for some reason :"The chocolate your not supposed to eat with your fingers." There's something so rebelleous, so 'NO I WILL NOT COMPLY' to that, that I just love. It's smirky and decadent and so HOT. I loe love love this piece....and so will HE!
from quiethoughts :
Detailed feedback now!! Whee. This is SO gorgously demented! HIS dark fingerprints are all over it! It has a beautiful beat, mostly due to the repitition of the "My Whatever, she is..." lines that are scattered though, "My angel, she comes from hell" and "My Valentine, is my sweet revenge" being my personal favoritre lines of that type. This is so DARK and EROTIC...so perfectly bloody pornish. EEEE You take lust furhter in this one than you ever have, to a much much darker place of unholy porn, and I love pron as much as you do. The "paler than melted snow" line was just unbelievable, as was the death cabaret and lipgloss mentions! This is so perfectly him and I love it!!
from quiethoughts :
Leaving you a quick note..dont' have time...I read the poem and it is EVERY BIT as good as you thought it was, in truth, BETTER! You were right to be proud of it, and I shall leave more marked feedback tomorrow, alright love? I'm sorry...I'm completely exhuasted, tired, stressed out and tonight's the last night I see him....I'm going to be late getting out there as is and....gr. bad day. Sorry love. Call me when you touchdown in NY, and no you won't wake me!
from quiethoughts :
OMFG! You wrote from my eyes toward that thrice-damned Doctor!! YOU ARE AMAZING! How the fuck do you KEEP DOING THIS?! Aahh. One can hardly STAND to write with such talent around! This line: "Some unforgiveable emotion that lacks a name". YOU KNEW. YOU KNEW. I cannot forgive myself for the weakness...and you knew. "Like being chased up a spiral staircase, going nowhere/No destination...drifting here/In stasis/In you"-Somehow here you evoke both the ancient walls of a dusky house and the stars themselves (his trails). "You pout like a petulant child" If THAT isn't D.C, what the hell is?! You capture him so well...and you don't even live with him! "I will abide and wait here, shaking my head, biting my lip/For though you have no home/Mine is the safety in your arms and the sparkle in your eyes..." *sigh* You cornered and caged me my dear, perfectly painted a sad shade of despiration...I *do* abide{such a perfect word for it}..and I do wait. And beg, and despair and die a little each day...and you've caught that in these words, soft and still as a flower touched with frost. Whatever you may think, you have nailed me, in all my quiet, sad...pastel...ness. and this. is GOOD. I LOVE IT...almost as much as I love the amazing poet who wrote it!! *clings to you in appreciation*
from quiethoughts :
To use the Patiented Jamie Response of Amazement: . . . This...is so...VISCERAL! Like pulling intestines out and using them to paint a picture...WOMAN you are amazing! There is so mcuh here, so mcuh to steal the breath (like a cat). This bit: " Throw flowers {roses, lilies, orchids} onto your grave and fall madly in love with your ghost/Write you sonnets and epitaphs, sing you songs and paint your likeness in vermilion or cerulean" There's something of Ian in that, methinks, of a time past when love was spoken in meter, vivid and unashamed. Such passion..."And I could drown with/The one I drown within" I understand the ones that cannot see past what they love, they WILL not see past that, it consumes them, and I see that in the writer here, and know it is honored. "choking on rose petals"...what an IMAGE..."smell you, like October and burning leaves.." (PERFECT!) Despite all the death imagry, there's a certain sweetness to the piece, like in these lines:"And I hope you die before me/So you don’t have to close my eyes". That hits me as tender...almost pleading, in a way. It speaks to a love, a raging love of the ages that cannot abide pain of slow decay of normal death. And the final punch to the gut, visceral and vital: "Claw my way through your porcelain skin/To your beating heart/And pry it free....." I am astrounded, completely and utterly floored. . . . indeed.
from quiethoughts :
I'm handing in my resignation as a poet, for in the face of this I cannot bear to put words to paper again. My poems are a all a shamble, such a fake pale imitation....Ivy, you have labored and thy labor is well done. I...don't even know where to BEGIN with this. Ruggledly beautiful, so wrong and yet SO RIGHT at the same time..little wonder it gave you a heartache. This line: "“The lash of the whip... To hear it against your skin Flays my heart” drove home your pain as a wooden stake to the palm would do the same. Intense and terrifying. Terrifying as it may be, the redemptive love that's so craved in the poem shines though as well. “For you remain shadow against shadow, so dark it shames the night” Ironic phrasing I thought, given Silas is the pale angel, but fitting since he is also dark, or percieved as such, in so many ways. While we're on the subject of gorgous contradictions, this bit caught me as well: "“Of your immaculate brutality” Immaculate is a word, to me at least, associated with the divine, while bruality is to say, not associated with such. Putting them together in such a devoted clear description of him is amazing. You have skill beyond measure, and this poem is fucking amazing. There, I said it. Ask Silas to forgive me the curse words, but that's jus how I felt. I cannot imagine what writing this did to you, but reading it I was taken away and my heart was made to pound and to writhe in longing and terror. You are fantastic, THIS is a masterpiece. I'm goign to have to refer to you as Grandmaster now. Yes, I think that may do nicely...
from legolam :
babe. do me a favor, if you get the time, and read that ridiculously long sketch I put up on my diary. also, the letter is being written. :D luff to you!
from quiethoughts :
Holy crap. where does one even START with the Wonka confection of words? That poem was magnificantly lucious(did I spel that right? So used to spelling Lucius!lol) and quite seductive. The chocolate/cream analogy of course could have quite the other meaning and thus making the poem well...rather like hot fudge on bare skin. Wow. "And like a child If given a taste I will gorge myself". That rings of the truth of any temptation, chocolate or love, lust or sugar cream, everyone has their indulgances, and something makes us all gorge. I LOVE this piece entirely, it was a wreck to write I have no doubt but for all it's length, the intensity and heat never wavers, steady and bubbling and absolutely DELICIOUS! You've done it yet again and again I stand in awe. *poets love*
from quiethoughts :
You amaze me. You looked at my poetry (the top one in the newest entry) and uncovered something about a poem that even *I* didn't know existed. Yes, that poem is auto-biographical...but it came though Neville's eyes (thus the plant references...and a story about spiders. later). I guess he and I are wandering together. I can't believe I didn't see that I was writing about me...damn kid's smarter than he acts! And thanks for the warm words on the Mark POV..that was a pain in the ass...I tried to get behind his camera but he would have nothing off it...touchy bastard. Then again, when someone views you as Audrey Hepburn it's rather hard to be angry at him for long. Sigh. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE! You never, ever, have missed one of my poems, and you're the only one who's been thre to foster my writing. I love you for that, among a million other things. Love, the Phoenix-Bard
from quiethoughts :
IRELAND!!!! DRAGONS!!!!! I had to re-christen the bear though. "Scotch"? (Why is it that TY sometimes has the most uninspired names?!) Well, I re-christned him (huge shock coming) Boyd. haha he's sitting with Norbert (my NY husky) and the dragons as they watch over me at night. I lOOOOOOVE EVERYTHING! The necklance is nice and subtle, and as an added bit, the skull beads remind me very much of The Corpse Bride. EEE THANK YOU (it wouldn't let me sign the gbook)
from xradiox :
Excellent. Very excellent, at least in my opinion.
from quiethoughts :
Ives love! Okay, on the second Isaac poem, that beautiful vison of nonsense. I love it! Point or no point, wheather I know what it's about or not, it's still beautiful! Now, to me, what I got out of it was sorta an life burns us but we have to take it anyway, because some day we'll find a flame(to use the poem's metaphor) that doesn't burn, but maybe even will catch us. Or something like that. Dont' ask me. It's midnight, I'm entitled to ramble, right?! lol And for the story, like I said, CONTINUE IT!!! Frag it's so beautiful and so damned real!!! I can see his smile and his insane ideas and the insanity everywhere and the acceptance of insanity and breathing people and....it all makes sense! *huge grin* Okay, enough rambling. This isn't the greatest feedback in the world...but I tried! hehehe. I LOVE YOU IVY!!! *glittery phoenix hugs*
from legolam :
LOVE. LOVE. LOVELOVELOVE!!!!!!!! >lots of it< -pheebs
from mindermo :
You are a great writer. :)
from legolam :
Ivy, I found <http://legolam.diaryland.com/040517_58.html> that little poem and thought of you. I've put more stuff up, too. And darling, talent is your middle name.
from quiethoughts :
It's time for some note-love!! hehe. Anyway, I"ve got a new piece up...something I"ve been trying to write for awhile, working on it on and off...I may not have chosen the right words, but I'll let everyone be the judge of that. Anyway...I'd really like you to read it, since well, you're partly to blame for the form. hehe I love you Ives, my fellow poet! p.s-yes, if you ever need to send Haldir my way, he's welcome!
from quiethoughts :
Ives love! *hugs* Thank you for all you said about the Barrett poem! I'm not sure about it...I like the imagry I should have tied it more into him but..eh. I'm happy you liked it! Now, for the novel bit! Like I said, I love the poptart bit...remnds me of me when I don't feel like eating, but know I have to. Works very well with the writer's quirks I think! Again, the detail...down to the contents of the fridge...amazing. Keep it coming! And the new poem, as I said, was great. I love how you give Jack some depth and feeling...a glimpse beyond the rogue pirate, you could say. *grins* I love it all! I love how you keep writing about one muse, Jack....as you can see, I bounce from muse to muse! lol *huge Took hugs* Thank you for your encouragement on the writing...I don't think I would be writing much if I didn't know you were there to read it! I love you Ives! (Am I the Queen of Long Notes Or What?? lol)
from rosytears :
your poems are nice. you cant be kidding, you have your own books, so you're definitely a better writer. dont argue with me on this one. =)
from sketchedpony :
I do read. I just am in an advanced state of lethargy. It will be a miracle if I make it to 11.
from rosytears :
i dont think im a good writer though.. i think you're a better one. thanks for the compliments though. i really appreciate it. it must be nice to have published works of your own..
from rosytears :
Wow. What's your author name?
from legolam :
thank you so very much, ivy! Praise from one who is so good herself means that much more. the email is on it's way
from rosytears :
Cool. Do you happen to be an author or something? What novel are you currently working on now?
from quiethoughts :
Dude...that second Jack poem...*is speechless* Utterly and compltely speach less. (See, I'm misspelling stuff I'm so shocked!) I mean good grief, the images that thing conjures up...the intensely private images, things, thoughts...smells. Desire longing loss...I just don't know how to describe it. It's wonderful and intense and 'wonderful' and 'intense' are nowhere near the proper words for it! I wish I could write like...so freakin' vivid! *goes to read it again, just for the images* I love you Ives!
from quiethoughts :
Ives love! I wanna read that other poem you were going to post...about Jack I think it was yes? Have you gotten him bathed yet? Y'know...I'm not the one to have sudden 'muses' but I had one pop up last night and he proceeded to attach himself to my leg Frodo-style and didn't loosen his grip until I wrote something about him...It's a bit vague and not too descritptive, but I kinda like it...would you take a look at tell me what you think? (This actually isn't one of the LotR poems I was planning on writing...like I said..I have a muse on my leg. However do you walk?? Hehe I love you Ives and can't wait to see more poems! *huge Took hugs and glitterlove*
from rosytears :
Hmm. Just about anything i guess.. your name.. age... etc
from dombilly :
IVES!!! *licks and loves* The layout...the poem...IM A FOOL TOO! *huggles* off to write you an email and a letter!!!
from rosytears :
{{Hugs you back}} Thanks for those compliments too! But your diary is really really nice.. Tell me more about yourself!
from rosytears :
Hi. I stumbled by your diary, and am here to tell you that you are a very talented poem writer.
from albinoqueen :
OMG!!!!!! THE GALADRIEL POEM IS FRIGGIN' GORGOUS!!!! The words and sentiment are as pale and clear and awe-striking as the Lady herself is. As you are. The lines about cold are particular favorite parts of mine. IT IS GOOD AND DON'T THINK OTHERWISE!!! LoL hehe Luv you Ives! *huge hugs and silver glitter*
from quiethoughts :
(not sure if smg let this go though, if it did just delete one of these) I admire the sentiment behind the punk poem...cannae stand all the cussing myself, but I still can admire the raw emotions of the words and the feeling of not caring who thinks what of you behind it. Hope that bit about the words didn't insult ya or anything, I'm just....just me I guess. I would say "lovely poem" but "lovely" isn't the word needed here, really! lol It is a great, emotionally written poem! Mwah. See ya around Ivy!
from dombilly :
Hey Ivy! I just wrote to you in your gbook. IVy Malfoy, that is. heh. Id LOVE to read the Malfoy poems! And your and Jamies fanfic is great!!!
from discarnate :
Pssst, Ivy! *blushes and grins* This is Jess / dernhelm! I finally set up a poetry diary. :) MWAH!
from albinoqueen :
*is crying at the Boromir poem* Such beauty, such beauty. Beautiful, Elven words, Ivy. Never stop the beautiful words, allright? Lest I....I....I'll poke Haldir! Heh. Hehe *Hugs* Love, Jamie

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