lalalucky

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your poetry expresses emotion and passion so wonderfully through metaphors & similes (ex: i falter, like damp wood, split. / i float out, useless.), and imagery (she searches for that ...

4.30. restless things even in my sleep i'm wide awake; breathe in the curiosity of wild comets, feel burns of a thousand fleeing dreams on my skin. smashed gnats bleed ...

4.29. so it rains again the rain hushed for a shallow breath unraveled from the chest, at last to feel itself exist in summer heat, in spring's wake. it seems ...

the way these poems start gradually shifting away from the previous established beginning, for the thread to unravel itself, is brilliant! love how the voice shift in the most recent ...

4.28. float hands above to feel / arms reach to plunge into air. wrists bond to leap / fingers sewn blurs, like fairies themselves are the secret. mountains my back ...

i love these metaphors built in poem 2 & 3 that connect each other so seamlessly! while the second poem feels as if the speaker is somewhat observational of themselves, ...

4.27 wash me (dry) things will always keep happening. keep thrown stones   clean-cut dry through waterfalls; life doesn't halt for water. things move: on my body, fuzz on the rag, ...

you've been doing well when it comes to being dedicated to napo while remembering to take time to rest for yourself (which is always good--napo can be stressing if there's ...

the poem "seems like old times", for me, is one of the top poems here that stands out the most. it has such a soft meaning, with powerful imagery and ...

ahh im sorry for late replies :') thank you @Liminality for your thoughts very much, i appreciate hearing what you liked about my poems! your thoughts do mirror my intent ...

4/26. the red sun i saw the sun  the reddest it's ever been on one day. didn't even know it could be that much of fresh blood bleeding in the sky ...

4.25. still (just) us there are bones deep in the past still here: just buried in time that makes us here. though one bone to eat, & it's mist deep ...

your poetry feels so particular; much of them are revolved in one place, but is able to feel and observe many things beyond that place. this trait of your poetry ...