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Review of The Autumn Gala  
Review by Alexi
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Rated: E | (5.0)
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Hi Maryan, I'll just put my broom to rest on your port while I review this delightful Hiaku "The Autumn Gala" 

The leaves in the delightful picture and the title drew the reader in.*CheckO* *LeafR*
The dressing of costumicons is perfect for the setting.*Checko*
Then eyes read the Hiaku.
leaves dance through wind gusts

while squirrels waltz with Fall nuts

nippy winter waits

Although I love all, I delight in the squirrels dancing with fall nuts.
Thank you Maryann for allowing me into your writer's mind and as they say in UK when they like something
Slam/Duck

From my desk to yours.
*Quill*
Alexi *Heart* *WitchHat* *Web3*
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Review of Dancing Leaves  
Review by Alexi
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Rated: E | (5.0)
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Just popped in and rested my broom against a tree to review your poem"Dancing Leaves" for the power reviewers raid!*Witch*

I wrote something similar to this and it's on the list title: 'Save the last dance for me' So we have something in common here and it is the magic of the dancing leaves, one of natures delights at this time of year.
each line has a cord on it's own about the season of autumn.
The curtain up as we watch the changes that are brought forth with Titian's artistic brush with natures splendour.
I love the pirouette and the mosaic of colour to name a few.
Thank you for allowing me to look into your writer's mind.
Please have one of my lovely *Pumpkin*s *Web3*
From my desk to yours. *Quill*
Alexi *Heart* *WitchHat*
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Review by Alexi
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Rated: 18+ | (5.0)
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Good morning from my side of the planet WW, Is it a good time for you, I wonder and on the eve of your character's birthday I come to remind you of your letter of repentance that you wrote to cleanse your palette of tequila nights.
Ahem, let me clear my throat from laughter and try to be serious as I pick myself up from the floor... your poem""Born before the Midnight Bell Tolls"" 
The Victorian home by the sea, sounds like an idle and a dream.
every word you have written has it's own curve ball. I hope this has been published as it should.
Two minutes what an escape and yet fate brushed along side your character and drew her in for a moment in time. Tickling her with the demon of intoxication, the swirling thoughts of witches and ghouls, and the loneliness of your bedroom were mixed in this cauldron of dreams and humour spewded in the morning light. Superglue and tequila raised you to the stage and your trophy is a constant reminder in your mirror. How delightful a story this is. well done WW.
Now back to the Victorian house by the sea. Oh dribble! I dream of that.
Thank you for a peek into your writer's mind WW. Sheer delight and the only ghoul in sight is the tequila tapping your character's shoulder and saying let's go have a drink. *Wink*
Here have one of my lovely *pumkin*s *Laugh*
From my desk to yours *Pen*
Alexi*Heart*
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Review by Alexi
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Rated: E | (4.5)
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Hi Jenny, I am reviewing your poem"Night of Halloween" 
It's Power raid fro Halloween. *Witch*
The title brought me in.*Checkb*
It comes from the poem The Night before Christmas and your little witchy character has stolen it for the night. How clever is that!
Samhain (all hallows)night and she is throwing a wee mouse in her cauldron and stirs. Her hyperactive mind is swirling with excitement on this eve of trick and treat.*Shock2*
Lizard tails and snake eyes. Sounds to me she making pie. (have one od my lovely *Pumpkin*s for the pudding.*WitchHat**Wink*
All the dead are shaking the dirt off and Ghosties practise there Whahawhhhaaa! Nice one. *Smirk*

The full moon lit up the night and the excited little witch cackled have a happy and spooky night
and to all a good night is the ending of the Christmas version. Identified your muse here.
A delightful poem with a mixture of fright. Just the thing for all hallows night.
Thank you for your stage.

From my desk to yours.*Pen*
Alexi *Wink* *Heart*
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Review of Where Evil Dwells  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group  
Rated: E | (5.0)
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Good morning Sherri, I haven't come across your port before. I am Alexi Alexi
I am reviewing your poem "Where Evil Dwells" 
The title is one that I would normally avoid, but as I am sharpening my nails on a raid for the Power reviewers. I will put my broom on your Port
porch and enter the Poem.
Sanheim is a creepy and curious tradition probably comes from a sweeping out of evil sprits from the crevices of the soul. Turned on it's head by the Spirits themselves.
A conspiracy of witches stirring the cauldron of the night in wait for the victims and ready to fright.
I enjoyed reading your well crafted poem and on this I say goodnight.*Bigsmile*
Thank you for allowing me into your writer's mind Sherri.
From my desk to yours. Here, have one of my lovely *Pumpkin*s.
Alexi *Web3**Heart*
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Review of Autumns Fall  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group  
Rated: E | (4.5)
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Good morning J. it's 8.30am in my part of the planet.
I am reviewing "Autumns Fall" 
I love the free spirit of your approach to this. From the moment your character opened the back door I felt the wind and autumn smells great me. Intoxicated I moved out and goose pimples grabbed my arms, then a warm feeling came over me as I viewed the autumn scenes that my eyes followed.
very descriptive and well written short story and very enjoyable.
a breath of fresh air J
Thank you for the moment.
From my desk to yours. Here, have one of my lovely *Pumpkin*s
Alexi under the spell of autumn*Heart* *Witch**Wink*
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Review by Alexi
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Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
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Hi Angus, good morning from across the pond. I am reviewing "The Treat...And The Trick" 
I fell in love with Fritz because of his wrinkly years. he came over as a warm hearted character and as the story progressed I felt sorry for him and yet pleased that he got some joy from giving the children a sweetie treat. he did what he could afford on his pension to decorate his porch and make it a welcome for the Halloween hooters.
Then along comes Mickey out of character, a princess in the wrong story and of course Dracula. if I were Fritz
Dracula was a bully and I hope his plastic teeth broke as he sunk them into Fritz's neck and he spent the rest of the night toothless.*WitchHat*
If I were Fritz, I would get my broom and spank him all the way down the street.*Blowfish**Whistle**Web3*
Thank you for allowing me into your Web of tohughts.
whaaahwooo!
From my desk to yours.*Mail*
Alexi *Wink* *Heart*
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Review of Vampire Voodoo  
Review by Alexi
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Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
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Good morning Dave form across the pond. I am reviewing "Vampire Voodoo" 
According to the writings of this blood thirsty count, I am glad I live across the pond. *Pumpkin*
I can see and feel the spell of this dark man/creature, luring his prey with the deception of handsome looks. His prey a young innocent woman who falls under his spell and is riveted with lust for more of his potion.
blood curdling horror. The master of Vampire recruiting his followers. then returning to his coughing fits in the comfort of his small crate hidden in darkness. *Bigsmile**Web3*
Keep writing Dave. You are our Poet Laureate of the seasons.
Alexi *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group  
Rated: E | (5.0)
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group  
Rated: E | (5.0)
A lovely poem with a great message and delightful to read.
It rhymes well and is a beautiful story.
Well done *Smile*
~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with Sisco's Good Deed Group  
Rated: E | (5.0)
SW, this is a beautiful poem written from your heart in memory of your father one.
It gives me an insight to the depth of your feelings and your writer's mind.
Thank your for allowing me into your writer's mind.
~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group  
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi Shelby, My name is Alexi Alexi and I just happened to come across your "I'm Tired Lord. " 
What depression feels like... Your words took me into a hole, a darkened pit that your character had fallen into. The light is so far above it is dim. Two threads left and fear speaks negative words telling lies, leaving despair that lies to try and extingquish the last two threads of light you have.

Exhaustion grips your character's throat and breathing is short, reduced to gasps. Every word that's heard is like shifting sand trying to suffocate what life is left.
Close your ears to the lies and breath in new life.

I liked the words But I will hold onto this with every part of strength I have left. Despite the fact I am tired, Lord, I will not give up, and even though I am exhausted from hanging on I will not let go.
Cling those words with all your strength. Open you eyes and see a staircase on the walls of this prison. Steps, words that can help you climb to freedom and fresh air.

Faith, grab hold of it and further up is Hope, your character is almost there. Love is the rope that will take you to the surface.

I found your words and description of depression a glimpse into your writer's mind.
Writing down ones thoughts is a beginning of Faith and Faith is the substance of things hoped for, things not yet seen.
Admiration for sharing your writer's mind Shelby.
Keep writing and never give up. There is a future to grab hold of and it has your name on it... claim it.
~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
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Rated: E | N/A (Review only item.)
Hi Pat, I am Alexi and I don't think we have met before, so nice to meet you.*Smile*
"Ode to Hatchet Creek Hill" 
A delightful trip down memory lane to when you had long days bursting with imagination and laughter.
I visualised you and other children playing in the woods and saw the water falling.
Swimming, chatter, endless fun.
While angels look down and smiled at the safe haven and innocence their eyes beheld.
A lovely poem and thank you for allowing me into your writer's mind.
~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.5)
HiFyn. Alexi Alexi.I am reviewing on behalf of "King's Landing updating " 

As a member of House Hightower image for G.o.T.

"Conversation at a funeral" 

I saw this poem and it's title which threw my thoughts in a different direction, but I decided to start reading because the curiosity of a conversation at a funeral might be interesting. Ahem... I mean amen.

First of all I thought it was two ex's and the girl was in a coffin looking beautiful but cold and dead. Then reading on I discovered that it was two young children and they were not at a funeral, so to speak but, about to bury her. When they remarked on the cookies I had to laugh. Such a thing to be remembered by.

They touched her so she didn't have the lid on. How can kids be allowed to touch a dead body? this can't be right. I read on and now I get it. The two dudes are talking about the dead gold fish. *Laugh*
What I liked best was Mum said we had to be quiet. "Can you hear if you are dead." *Laugh*

Then there is a pause for the loo. hilarious children's talk. I love there conversations, don't you?

The next thing they talk about is the friend's dead gold fish but, he has two new ones. The finally, Mums leaving and their goodbyes.

This is a delightful light hearted bit of fun and a good chat between to minors.

Thanks for the laugh and allowing me into your writer's mind Fyn.
Alexi *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi TJ, Alexi Alexi is reviewing on behalf of "King's Landing updating " 
As a Member of House Hightower image for G.o.T.

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This is what I can find from your poem TJ.

A duel between life and death, dark and light. A two edged sword that has not yet established the areas to cut and set the character of this saga free.

She has negative energies of uncertainty, turmoil, indecision, entangled in a madness that exhausts and finds sleep her only escape, away from the realities she does not want to face. away from the hardness of decision making escaping into a twilight zone that can only hurt and imprison the beholder's mind.

her soul gets to hide in the secret world of sleep like a beauty on the back of a Stag that is only existing in her mind, she has begun to believe the lie in her dreams. Is she chasing her self. trying to catch self and tell her that this deathlike spiral has to stop.

She knows that this repetition can only harm her wellbeing and she will one day have to face her demons in reality in order for her to start recovery, or face the fact that her behaviour will only lead to death and beyond, a tortured soul. This is a sad poem, a recital of the character's thoughts and feeling about the real world and the unreal world and the balance is wrong.

The character has to wake from her sleep and live, yes live.
Start a new dream, a dream that will lead to a happier life. An interesting write TJ.
Thank you for allowing me into your writer's mind.

Alexi *Heart*
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Review of My Favourite Day  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi TJ Alexi Alexi doing a review for "King's Landing updating " 
as a member of House Hightower image for G.o.T.

I am reviewing "My Favourite Day" 

This is my thoughts as I read your poem.

A special day, a day we all love. Excitement fills the soul and a glow shines on the skin.

A certain date, what can this be? Let's read further and see.

Being waited on with coffee and breakfast in the slumber chamber is a good start, how spoilt is that and yet some take this for granted. Moving along with the character I see a shopping spree like a freedom to choose what she wants with no charge, after all it is her day. Her totally spoilt day. Oh, the bliss, the memories.

Arms full of bags and making for home the door is opened and to her surprise. The family shout and sing. A wonderful memory and I can picture every moment of her day as she soaks up each minute and as she gets into bed that night after arranging all her presents around her room she snuggles up and smiles as she thinks what a lovely this has been.
Like a scene from Pretty woman indeed. A woman's dream.

I enjoyed reading and walking through your poem TJ.

Just one simple mistake. (line two of the second verse is that meant to be taking a walk.--- Not talking a walk.) just saying.
Thank you for allowing me into your writer's mind TJ.

~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review of Sanctuary  
Review by Alexi
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Rated: E | (5.0)
Hi TJ, I am Alexi Alexi reviewing for "King's Landing updating "  challenge.
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This is what I got from the reading of your poem TJ.
"Sanctuary" 

A safe and perfect place that a child can go back to in her memory and recall how she felt in that place. just how a baby feels in her mother's womb.

A place of safety and peace. Love of a favourite tree, strong with large branches that yield steps to it's heart. The middle is broad and able to take the weight of a child and to hide it from the world, a secret place how cool is that.

A stolen place on private property where she can watch the world go by and no one knows.

The branches a lifeline that allows the child to pull herself up further and see things from a different angle. her quiet haven. She feels the strength in the tree and it's rough exterior her love of trees was born in this spot and it begins a lifetime of love and intrigue for trees and new adventures, she become an explorer. She touches the air around them with her nostrils and smell the fresh difference in each tree from old oak to a young sapling, all have their own scent. All have their own strengths. All leave an imprint on her life that started when she was a child in her neighbours garden.

A lovely poem with much sprouting from the main branches of this poem.
Well written and thank you for allowing me into your writer's mind TJ.*Smile*
~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review of Night Dancing  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi Charlie, this is a review from Alexi for the "King's Landing updating " 

"Night Dancing" 

Please note that this is a review based on what I found from your work.

*Penguin* initial impression: Dark, ripping. The black hole in the planet of a characters mind. Everyone has a black hole.
Swimming in the sea of life and hitting some rocks on the way. survival makes one swim further till the jellyfish bites into a chunk of skin and boy, does it hurt, the character continues and then a shark bites of a piece of the mind. Oh man, why is it so hard to survive. Then the character loses his money belt and the water is murky so he dives to find it and his hope begins to drown like being caught in a whirlpool. he goes deeper and has lost control, he is being sucked into nothingness and cannot feel his body any more.Is there any way back?

Telling someone, anyone who will listen because by now he has lost all his friends and only despair, hopelessness, negativity and death are his companions.
he is in a pit and the walls are closing in.

Thank you for allowing me into your writer's mind Charlie.
This is an interesting way of expressing depression.
~Alexi~*Heart*
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Review of Loft Monster  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (5.0)
Hi It's Alexi and I am House Hightower image for G.o.T. reviewing for "King's Landing updating " 

"Loft Monster" 
Oh, how many memories of fear a monsters do we hold from our childhood. Like monsters under the bed. Eek! trees that look like witches ready to pounce in the dark as Dad drives the car home along a quiet road.
Noises we can't explain when we are in the house alone, creeks that can't be explained. The wind whistling and making our hair stand on end and now reading your delightful poem about your grandchild's fear as he thinks he saw a monster in the loft. It is so real to them at such a young age.

The child looks into a dark corner and sees this monster peering back. The child freezes and his little heart beats become rapid pumps. he screams for mummy and demands she drop everything and come rescue her child. he wants mummy to chase it away and give him a cuddle, then he will feel safe.

Mummy who is fearless and has grown out of the silly illusion climbs up and like a super hero realises that it was a picture sticking out of a box and can understand it looks eerie and why the child is fearful.

The finally of this delightful poem is mummy stamping on the box and killing the monster.

I can imagine a cup of milk in the kitchen and both mummy and child laughing about the dead monster.

This is a lovely poem and must have been fun to write. I enjoyed looking into your writer's mind.
Well done.
~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review of So Far Gone  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi ~WhoMe???~ This is a review for House Hightower image for G.o.T. for "King's Landing updating "  challenge.

"So Far Gone" 

This is a classic story for the masses and I do feel that I am part of this mass. The yo yo of life or the ladder with steps that reach to the top of the tower and how many have reached the top? I would image that most like you have gone to the first or second flight and then came down the stairs again only to sit on the bottom step and feel like a failure. Doctors try to find fault with our bodies and prescribe their remedy of pills, poisonous pills that only cover the problem and don't ever cure. What a waste of time. Then the depression of being a failure in life's cycle. Lack of willpower, that is out excuse, but it is no excuse.
Your story tell of the attempts you make to get to your goal and let's face the reality, we all know the solution. But! oh, that word. But! I have had setbacks, I got stressed, I couldn't cope with life issues. We have all played that game of tennis and the ball comes back in our court, plain as day. Will power is the name of the ball, we pick it up and turn it over, we try to through it in the air. But! it falls back into our hands.
We were born with a free will and what we do with it is up to us and the only way to win a tennis match is to get up and exercise and more. To get up off our but and I say this to myself also and get moving. Eat less and healthy. No room for excuses. Mine is an underactive thyroid. That is my blaming ball.
I hope that the next update in this remarkable so true to life story will be game, set and match. *Smile* Go get you trophy WM. *trophyy*
Well done and another good write.*Smile*
Alexi *Heart*
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Review of Painted Pink  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Hi ~WhoMe???~ I am reviewing on behave of
House Hightower image for G.o.T. for "King's Landing updating "  challenge.

"Painted Pink" 

The title doesn't give anything away, hum, let me think. Is it a bedroom being painted for a new arrival and it is a girl baby? Is it a chair for a child's birthday? Has the pink paint been spilled and someone was coloured unexpectedly?...I read a little further, ah! We are getting somewhere. it could be a couple who are young and just fallen in love. Am I warm?

Lines three, four and five. I am blushing. Do I want to read your poem further. I put my hand on my face and open my fingers to spy on the next lines. It has got to give me clues, this talk and don't say is in full bloom here. I still haven't got the clue.*Smirk*

Is his hand going up her leg? She is blushing, so am I!
Ah, the light has dawned. The sun bather is being flushed with rays of light and her skin is blushed with heat form the rays.

Very clever and such fun to write.
Thank you for a clever write and allowing me into your writer's mind WM.*Smile*
Your poem is short compact and to the point, eventually after getting through the concealment of your clever words.
Well done.

Alexi *Heart*
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Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi ~WhoMe???~ This is a review for the "King's Landing updating " 

"I Was So Embarrassed" 
I was drawn to this piece when I read the title. How many times have we done something or misunderstood what was said and we have been left with a crimson face. The blush speaks for it's self, no need to tell the recipient what we made a mistake on here. A plant versus a bleeding heart.

You were trying to be so efficient in your job and wanted to make no mistakes, get it right, scan and bag. Keep the customer happy, you did all that. The newness of your job meant that you wanted to impress to the highest standard and this task you were fulfilling until the customer told you about her crimson heart bleeding. You were stunned as she looked ok, she wasn't going to faint so you didn't need to get her a chair or give her a drink of water. Would that have helped. Then the penny dropped when you saw the look on the face of the two customers in conversation and their laugh. Aghast, you reddened and felt like a wilted prune.
Something that you won't forget as it is tatooned in your brain. We have all been there WM.
A nice little short and fun to read. It gave me a laugh.
Well done and thank you
Alexi *Heart*
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Review of Something Dark  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: E | (4.0)
Hi Beautiful Tragedy I am Alexi Alexi. I am reviewing your poem as part of "King's Landing updating " 

"Something Dark" 

This one has the same theme, darkness, pain and misery. It pulses like a panic button when the adrenalin is at a low ebb and the blood flow is drained from the heart leaving only hopeless hounding gnawing torment.

It speaks of something like a crawling worm that creeps inside the skin eating away the inner magic of creation, the person who was born with a purpose and is yet to fulfil that purpose. The thoughts are corrupt and the enemy wants to abide in the character's mind. He steals reality and infuse a drug into the veins that have little life blood left. Pin in the spine that is scratching at the door of life for this person who needs an emergency infusion of life giving blood mixed with tender love that the angels of mercy have in their makeup.

A timeless enemy who will not win in the end, whatever it thinks. It is destined for defeat and will be defeated. The survivor will be the character who comes to her senses and climbs to the top of a stairway and looks out to see how far she has come and how much she hates the place of the irritating demons that tried to take her to their den.
This is another take on the depression that can kill and take hold of a person who is destined for better.
Thank you BB for allowing me once again to look into your writer's mind and finding not just a poem, not just despair, but a new way to live and new hope.*Heart*

~Alexi~ *Heart*
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Review of I am not crazy  
Review by Alexi
In affiliation with The Iron Bank of Braavos  
Rated: 18+ | (5.0)
Hi Beautiful Tragedy I am {suser:sky1:} Alexi. *Smile*I am reviewing your poem as part of the "King's Landing updating " challenge.
I was drawn into your poem "I am not crazy" 

I found the short sentences like short breathes coming from a tormented soul, no, maybe a soul with no direction. Like being on a carriage pulled by two horses and the Character has no hold on the reigns. The horses are charging ahead with no destination except to crash and hurt the character who is on this carriage of mindless, hopelessness.

People do have a tendency to shy away from a person who is in depression. They don't know how to handle someone who cannot have hope for oneself.

The aching never ending story of a life that has lost or never found the reigns is a hopeless case indeed. tears as deep as an ocean help to drown the character of this poem. The only hope is to start swimming to the top of the depths she has fallen. Swim to the top and fight for her breath, the breath of life. Forget other flaws and find a path that suits the character. A path and a plan that will birth a new hope and a new direction for this person.

Grab hold of the reigns of life and write out a plan that will take the character to new heights and a better life. This person is not crazy, she has just lost her way, or never tried to find it. Perhaps she can find her passion in discipline, in writing and working her way to the dreams that are inside of her. Yes, there are dreams in her soul and she should write them down even if she thinks they are impossible. Then is the start of a journey of faith in her self. her true identity. Her blossoming like a flower that people walked by and never noticed until it bloomed and left a scent that would not be forgotten. Perfume for the soul.

This poem talks of death but in it I found the keys to a better way, a new start, breaking the chains of misery and tears and putting that smile right back where it belongs on the lips of the beholder with head held high and hope that sparkles through eyes that have seen the light of a new life on this planet we call earth. go get your dreams writer.*Heart*

Thank you for allowing me inside your thoughts and finding a treasure of a person who with a little sprinkling of love will blossom.
~Alexi *Heart*
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