There's something beautiful in the way she sleeps. Her eyes are tender, rimmed with fanned lashes that speak of tiny secrets kept safe behind closed lids. I'll never tell, but ...

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You, a man, stretch out this moment to feel almost like a lifetime.  The way you describe feelings for this woman is as though you've shared blood with her.  You've lived in each of her breaths and attempt to claw your way back into her lungs with each necessary exhale.  This is an amazing piece.  Very nice.


A quick attempt at a Dreamtime-type fable kinda thing...

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I like the way the author spins this web...  I feel as though I can touch the stars, wrap myself in their light within the darkness, spinning magic.  I like the possibility of truth within his fiction... it keeps the mysticism alive and dancing throughout the piece. Nice job!


Scars have never meant that you can’t smile. Ignore the commercials advertising another cream, another pill, another way to hide the leopard spots of your teenage years. You were human ...

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Your smile is the best *scar* you can show off.  Flashing teeth with that smile is the icing on the cake.  Don't worry about superficial things that can seemingly be cured with a simple cream or topical agent; worry more about how you can change a person's day with your smile.

Great work again! 

Now go out and smile!


None of your lovers are going to attend your funeral. You spent too much time writing poetry about them, and not enough kissing their black and blue stomachs good morning. ...

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There is so much good advice in this piece.  So often we, as writers, are too caught up trying to capture what it is that we're in love with to actually recognize that love right in front of our face.  It wouldn't hurt to put down the proverbial pen and pick up a lover's hand and write memories of a sunset together, without using words.

Thank you for this gentle reminder.


It's been ages since we've seen one another, and though she's still as radiant as ever, the strike of the flint leaves us without a spark. She clicks across scuffed ...

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As you appropriately tagged this, it is such a heavy piece.  At first, as I was reading, I thought it was just another guy meets girl and reacquaints themselves with each other in a bar setting.

What I was left with was a sickening feeling in my stomach.  You've done a good job putting to words what feelings are held on the male end of this experience.  It's never an easy pill to swallow.  It's never a clean and tidy feeling to put away.  You've done well cutting the borders clean and keeping emotions there but not too present.  

Kudos to you sir.


You chased starsAnd almost touched the heavensWhile I watched you fallBurning out like a flareCrying for helpAnd yet my arms Couldn’t reach that far And so you plummetedInto the ocean’s embraceWith ...

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You always have a way of grabbing the reader and taking them inside your world. Whether it be while gazing at the stars or watching the waves crash upon the shoreline, you are an expert at dragging us along. It's no secret that you're one of my favorite tumblr writers, so it just goes to show that I'll still continue to *heart* your writing here on inkstained. Keep up the great work Ann!

I no longer need herLike I needed crisp air To breathe on those black nights Like I needed the bite of cheap liquorsForgetting her was never an easy thing I ...

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Forgetting is never an easy thing to do. It's even harder when it's someone you don't want to forget, but need to. Once you've pushed past that initial pain, it still isn't any easier. In fact, I often regard forgetting a love much like the mysterious "phantom pain" that people who have lost limbs experience. Very nice piece.

A journey from childhood experiences of disconnection from harsh realities, growing into adult behaviors and perceptions geared towards avoiding reality itself.

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If I didn't know you a little more than I do, this wouldn't hit me as hard as it did. I like reading pieces that make me feel, and this piece brought emotions. I wanted to shake your hand, look you in the eye like a man and say something wise to you. If only I had wisdom. Anyways, this is one of my favorite pieces you've written. It kept my attention and I'm not one of those kinds of guys that stick around unless it grabs my attention and keeps it.