tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post942138789013000082..comments2023-11-05T07:38:46.166+00:00Comments on Love is stronger than pride: Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-44997210006489944792009-03-04T22:56:00.000+00:002009-03-04T22:56:00.000+00:00Lissa: An invasion of a poem, I like that :)Americ...Lissa: An invasion of a poem, I like that :)<BR/><BR/>Americanising Desi: hmm.Devil Moodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-74522133081683328922009-02-21T17:42:00.000+00:002009-02-21T17:42:00.000+00:00truly most men cant!!truly most men cant!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-10164374198745380162009-02-07T18:11:00.000+00:002009-02-07T18:11:00.000+00:00i love the moments of dialogue in this and how jus...i love the moments of dialogue in this and how just from those conversations and thoughts i get so much about these two. i hate that "so who is it about" question; i personally think it's an invasion of a poem to ask that.lissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03004702260976878505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-76765099485707525892009-02-05T21:57:00.000+00:002009-02-05T21:57:00.000+00:00Violet: hehe thanks.Oh that's cold! Over here it's...Violet: hehe thanks.<BR/>Oh that's cold! Over here it's been raining non-stop, no fun :/Devil Moodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-9861018347302655492009-01-31T07:33:00.000+00:002009-01-31T07:33:00.000+00:00The picture is beautiful.Your writting is so intim...The picture is beautiful.<BR/>Your writting is so intimate and detailed, like those macro photos, you know? I'm not sure that's it. I don't trust my words either, i hope some day i will.<BR/>to answer your question on my blog, yes, it is freakin cold here. about 1 or 2 degrees celsius when the sun is not fully out. I never imagined. I had left all my winter clothes in lisbon.Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09557787754804697317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-83915249014925162882009-01-25T23:18:00.000+00:002009-01-25T23:18:00.000+00:00Chrispito: oh yeah, I like smileys personally ;)Mu...Chrispito: oh yeah, I like smileys personally ;)<BR/><BR/>Murat: haha :)<BR/><BR/>Gel: Yeah, sometimes blogland makes me forget not everyone is so creative and open-minded.Devil Moodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-90795477658355980922009-01-25T00:48:00.000+00:002009-01-25T00:48:00.000+00:00sigh-I can strongly relate to this...Well-written ...sigh-I can strongly relate to this...<BR/>Well-written as if truly out of real life. We creative types are a different breed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-25756675329821568302009-01-24T17:28:00.000+00:002009-01-24T17:28:00.000+00:00Love the next to last paragraph, the litany of "hi...Love the next to last paragraph, the litany of "him who's", bemused little lost foolish man...murat11https://www.blogger.com/profile/00663364407992075130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-2163878023270125372009-01-24T04:04:00.000+00:002009-01-24T04:04:00.000+00:00that window is begging for someone to draw in its ...that window is begging for someone to draw in its condensation...<BR/>or a heart drawn in it? :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-83122957433998844072009-01-22T23:52:00.000+00:002009-01-22T23:52:00.000+00:00Missalister: Thanks. I feel the same, to be honest...Missalister: Thanks. I feel the same, to be honest.<BR/><BR/>Mystique: True! Very true.<BR/><BR/>Niall: It is definitely another world. Light rules our perceptions.Devil Moodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-61430032008802551872009-01-22T11:00:00.000+00:002009-01-22T11:00:00.000+00:00I like it when the sun peeps out of a grey sky..fo...I like it when the sun peeps out of a grey sky..for only a moment..for that moment , it is another world.Then grey returns...things are often only for the moment...Niall younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11292269528065570161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-62539939510437825222009-01-21T10:05:00.000+00:002009-01-21T10:05:00.000+00:00wow.and see? love poems don't have to BE about any...wow.<BR/>and see? love poems don't have to BE about anyone....Mystiquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03822962164638092431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-14689800617890940652009-01-21T03:29:00.000+00:002009-01-21T03:29:00.000+00:00This is your most exceptional writing to date. Wh...This is your most exceptional writing to date. What great strides you’ve made my dear : ) And the photo—so perfect for the piece, so arty for anywhere.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-14656297312237836862009-01-21T01:01:00.000+00:002009-01-21T01:01:00.000+00:00Standbymind: Oh isn't this in the same area as you...Standbymind: Oh isn't this in the same area as your last post? :)<BR/><BR/>Shadow: I promise, I wasn't spying on you.<BR/><BR/>Dharmabum: Yes, that happens!<BR/><BR/>Floreta: Indeed. Inspiration comes in many shapes and sizes and there doesn't have to be a direct connection between the inspiration and the final result.Devil Moodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-27582652437524743672009-01-21T00:31:00.000+00:002009-01-21T00:31:00.000+00:00this sounds like conversations my ex and i had. he...this sounds like conversations my ex and i had. he was the poet and i tried to find meaning in them thru the eyes of ME. and he said i didn't get it.. now that i'm starting to write poems i think i do get it.. poems are general ideas, not necessarily specifics. but certainly can be inspired by the people in your life. beautiful words!floretahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18220834824793299258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-55278706518110059172009-01-20T11:07:00.000+00:002009-01-20T11:07:00.000+00:00sometimes one understands, and yet wants to preten...sometimes one understands, and yet wants to pretend not having understood i suppose.dharmabumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07198727554870311298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-66002575285657742052009-01-20T08:56:00.000+00:002009-01-20T08:56:00.000+00:00i've had a conversation like this with hubby.........i've had a conversation like this with hubby......... weird.Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-36443415869083440702009-01-20T08:55:00.000+00:002009-01-20T08:55:00.000+00:00He understood...But He cant help it...Most of the ...He understood...<BR/>But He cant help it...<BR/><BR/>Most of the men cant!Amandeep Singhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06436485828898738823noreply@blogger.com