Peredhil

avoids the whole butt thing as his target is far too large and inviting. I'd hate to end up the butt of the joke. Anyway, I think the first two stanzas contrast nicely, and set up for the unifying third verse, which in turn leads well into the well-wishing of the fourth. Good stuff, maynert.

Meep! That is rather dark! Fits the strange vampire craze mindset I've seen since Anne Rice hit it big. Dark or not, it's a good read.

bittersweet nostalgia... Sometimes though, the past is better for being passed.

I like this!!! Aghast and agape. heh. Good use of words in my opinion. You brought a definite feel to this.

I like this - I suppose my reply would be - the best time to say goodbye, or break up , or any of the rest, is when it becomes true. I'm big on honesty. I'd rather have pains of the moment than lies. but that's me

I'd forgotten how much fun we had hijacking that thread...

Friendship is accepting when you don't understand the other, but most particularly when you do understand but disagree.

Just to point out, we HAVE a chat board in the Shoutbox Rune so graciously provided, and additionally realtime chat capabilities on IRC in the galaxynet #thePen room...

You can leave the Pen, and I understand why. But you'll have to take my friendship with you. Hugs and hugs -Peredhil

Falls out laughing

Yeah, I can see the insensitivity of the "get over it" statement, although I've been on both sides of it. When someone is whining about a situation for sympathy but refusing to act in any way to change it, "get over it" seems to lurk ready to lips, particularly if the listener's perception is that they are going through something worse. Heh, depression by competition! Mine is worse than yours. As a champion whiner... Anyway. I can't speak for Zool, but when I read 'illusion of helplessness', I took it to be an acknowledgement that there is always self-control and choice in my life. I may chose to live, I may chose to be trapped by obligations and responsibilities or moral choices. But it is always a choice in my mind. I choose to limit my actions and choices by my perceptions of "Christian", "Soldier", "Husband", "Father", "Citizen", etc, etc. I choose to comply with other's demands because I want to avoid hunger, thirst, pain, humiliation, jail, death - or these things for those I've chosen for whom I've chosen to be responsible. But it's always a choice on my part, in my mind. Thus I am where I have chosen in the past to be, and my choices determine my future. Everything has consequences, and in my opinion, forgiveness doesn't necessarily prevent them. I can forgive someone for jumping off the cliff, but they are going to face the consequence of their action none-the-less. It's a dangerous place to be - if I truly really believe that my life is a chain of choices of actions, and reactions - because then there is no one to blame except me. It's also a freeing thought, in a lonely way... But either way, it makes feelings of powerless a choice, and an illusion behind which I hide. How Zool meant it, I'm not sure, that's just how I took it. Whether this perception is valid for others, I cannot claim, but it seems to help me. shrugs but then, that's what discussion is about, eh?

what an eloquent way of phrasing that. Withholds pity per request, but hugs anyway

how neat. a good poem AND in sonnet form! don't see many that combination any more.

I like the triumphant end. There are a lot of people who need to read this - to know there is a way out of the trap.

wow... poignant and full of feeling. Which, even though it's painful, beats the eternity of a week of feeling nothing. You really have a knack.

I fixed the last apostrophe catastrophe thingie. This is nifty. I could see using it as a Role Playing campaign introductory poem.

nifty. Nice reminder of the joys of parenting. You have a knack of defusing my urge to strangle my kids.

heh, I get a great mind picture off this!

wow. A blistering diatrebe against a certain type, originally identified as the week... and then you turn it around and in and identify yourself with that group, denying the reader the choice of saying, "well, you just don't understand." Very effective technique!

Empathy ouch for both of you. Adds his hugs to the lot.

Meep! The title gives the most compelling reading twist to the intro paragraph... I'd be forced to read on, afraid I knew what happened, but hoping the protangonist managed to find a way out.

Oh! What a busy month! Happy birthday to you two Happy birthday to you two Happy birthday dear G' and Kas' Happy birthday to you two.

Fear is sand in the machinery of Life.

Happy Birthday Mira! Its been a while since you've posted some of your excellent poetry. I hope all is well with you. Hugs

hugs. You know how to PM me, and know what reception you'll find if you do...