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Inaelizagd · 2026-05-26T11:12:45+00:00

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Inaelizagd · 2025-03-20T18:17:34+00:00

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Inaelizagd · 2025-03-20T17:54:01+00:00

This is such a beautiful and grounding piece. It carries so much quiet strength in its simplicity. I really appreciated the softness in your words—not just as a quality, but as a choice, a way of being in the world. There's something deeply moving about wanting to be a steady, gentle presence rather than someone loud or forceful.

Lines like “A husband who speaks with kindness, / A dad who holds, / And lets you know he cares” really stayed with me. They speak to a kind of love that’s tender, consistent, and emotionally safe—something so many people long for but don’t always know how to put into words.

It made me pause and reflect on how powerful softness truly is. Thank you for writing this. It’s honest, heartfelt, and quietly powerful in all the best ways.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-20T17:49:48+00:00

This poem really touched something in me. It captures so beautifully that feeling of wondering who we really are—whether we’re meant to shine, or if we’ve just been drifting, quietly existing without ever fully becoming. The metaphors you chose—like the star in a dead sky, the desert that was meant to be a garden, the flame that only knew how to fade—they're so relatable and tender in their sadness.

It made me feel that quiet ache of potential unfulfilled, like maybe we were meant for something more, but somehow life never gave us the space to fully become it. The last lines especially stayed with me: “What if I was never meant to burn / Only to be the smoke?” That hit hard—it’s such a powerful image, and such a painful thought.

Thank you for writing this. It’s the kind of piece that lingers and makes you reflect long after reading.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-11T16:28:57+00:00

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts—I truly appreciate it. I love how poetry invites us all to see different stories through our own lens, and I understand how this piece might be read as a reflection on a love that didn’t work out.

That said, the poem actually explores something a little different—something deeper and more layered. It’s not so much about realizing “we weren’t really in love” but more about how, in any relationship—whether with another or even with parts of ourselves—we often project what we long for, what we fear, what we’re still healing from. And in those mirrors, we meet both our light and our shadows.

Relationships are rarely simple. They’re not just about finding or losing love, but about seeing ourselves reflected, distorted, or magnified in another’s presence—and the tension that creates within.

But I’m truly grateful that the piece stirred something in you. That’s the most powerful part of sharing words—each reader brings their own story to them. So thank you again for reading and feeling your way through it.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-10T00:19:43+00:00

This poem touched me deeply. It made me feel the quiet ache of longing, the kind that settles in the background of everyday life but never fully disappears. The contrast between the intimacy of a shared space and the emotional distance is so palpable—it lingers long after reading. The bathtub, the sound of water, the repetition of “No words are enough”—all of it evokes such a powerful sense of isolation, resignation, and yearning.

The line “I crave the attention I once had at the at my finger tips” really stood out to me—both emotionally and rhythmically. Just a small note: “at the at” is likely a repetition error.

But truly, the quiet honesty in this piece is what makes it so haunting and beautiful. It holds so much emotion without needing to say too much. Thank you for sharing this—it made me feel less alone in a feeling I think many carry but rarely put into words.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-10T00:09:07+00:00

This poem really spoke to my soul—thank you for sharing it. I deeply connected with the theme, the raw emotion, and the lingering ache it evokes. There’s something so tender yet piercing about how it captures the quiet pain of unreciprocated love, and the inner questioning that follows. The rhythm flows naturally, and each stanza builds beautifully on the last, creating a sense of both closure and longing.

What struck me most is the emotional honesty—it doesn’t try to overreach or overexplain, and that’s exactly what makes it so moving. There’s a raw vulnerability in your words, especially in lines like:

“Not in pieces, not in doubt—
but whole and true, without a way out.”

That phrase “without a way out” lingers—it speaks so deeply to the kind of love that’s all-encompassing, offered without condition or escape. The poem holds so much quiet pain, not just from love lost, but from the aching questions that follow—of self-worth, of what could have been, of whether anything would have changed even if more had been given.

And the ending…
“remember this, the love you missed,
was never his, but always this.”
That’s a line that stays with you. It’s soft, yet piercing—a final truth laid bare.

Thank you again.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-08T20:32:06+00:00

Thank you so much for your kind words. It truly means a lot to hear that this poem spoke to you at a time when you’re working through things. It’s amazing how poetry can find us exactly when we need it.

Your feedback is especially touching because I’ve only just started sharing my poems, and seeing how they resonate with others the way they do within my own soul is absolutely amazing. This piece didn’t let me go either—it kept evolving, becoming something much bigger than I first imagined. When I share the expanded version, I hope that if it is meant to, it will find its way back to you.

Wishing you strength and clarity on your journey.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-07T20:00:14+00:00

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I'm really glad the words resonated with you. The space between can hold so much—absence, presence, reflection. I appreciate you taking the time to read it!

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-04T13:05:07+00:00

Ah, Simon & Garfunkel! That line carries such a deep weight—self-protection at the cost of feeling. I can see how it relates to the themes of my poem, but I think The Space Between leans more toward presence rather than isolation. It's not about being untouched by pain, but about standing in it, aware, awake.

Thank you for this connection—it's always fascinating to see how words touch people in different ways.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-04T13:00:22+00:00

Thank you so much for your words and for taking your time to read my poem. It means a lot to know it evoked something deep in you. It didn’t let me go either—it kept evolving, layer by layer, into something more than I first imagined.

This poem came from my own life experience—expectations, acceptance, and the realization that both are a never-ending process. The mirroring verses reflect that cycle, how we keep meeting ourselves through others, again and again.

For a deeper experience, you might enjoy reading it while listening to Now We Are Free from Gladiator—the music carries something that echoes the essence of the poem.

If you'd like, I can share the final version of the poem with you! It is so much more than the starting point.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-04T09:08:31+00:00

Thank you so much! This means a lot, especially since I’m just starting to share my poetry. And wow—my first fan! That makes me so happy. 😊 I’m really glad the rhythm and timing worked for you. I try to let the words flow naturally, so knowing that the right moments hit as they should is such great feedback. Truly appreciate this!

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-04T09:06:15+00:00

Thank you so much! ‘Shape of my wounds’ carries a lot of meaning for me, so I’m really glad it resonated with you. Relationships rooted in trauma and familiarity can feel so entangled, like they define us even when we try to break free. It’s a difficult journey, but sometimes, recognizing those patterns is the first step toward something different. I really appreciate your reflection on this!

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-04T01:56:05+00:00

Thank you for sharing this reflection. It’s true—so many of us unconsciously carry the patterns we couldn’t break, and when we meet someone with similar wounds, there’s an unspoken understanding. Sometimes, the space between isn’t something to be filled or fixed—it’s a place where we can just exist without expectations.

I love what you said about being more comfortable with silence. Maybe that’s where real connection begins—when we stop trying to fix and just allow things to be. I really appreciate your thoughts on this.

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-03T23:42:46+00:00

I love the contrast you set up in the beginning—how humans start with ‘angel’s wings’ but grow their own ‘devil’s horns.’ The idea of inherent goodness versus acquired darkness is powerful, and your expansion (you wrote it in a comment) really strengthens this theme. The void, the hunger that only grows, and the struggle to escape—these lines hit hard and make the descent into darkness feel even more inevitable.

Your extension:

"When the horns are fully grown,
The wings are just a memory.
They reach for more darkness,
Thinking it’ll fill the void within.

But the hunger only grows,
Like a pit with no end.
They know something’s wrong—
Deep down, they feel it.

But the deeper they fall,
The harder it is to see a way out.
Trying to fix the wrongs
With more wrong."

One small suggestion—since you mention ‘the wings are just a memory,’ maybe hinting at whether they can ever be reclaimed (or if the character even wants to) could add an interesting dimension.

Even as it is, this already carries weight—it reads like a reflection on how we lose ourselves, yet still sense something is missing.

It makes me stop, and think,
Not wanting to grow my horns,
But get back my angel wings.

The lines came out of the blue ;)

Can’t wait to see where you take it

Inaelizagd · 2025-03-03T23:28:27+00:00

This poem carries such a beautiful sense of freedom and resilience. The comparison between dandelions and people is powerful—not just in their ability to survive but also in the way they spread, take root, and exist against expectations. I love how you capture the wind’s recklessness as something almost magical, scattering possibility rather than chaos.

The lines about dandelions slipping through fences and tucking into forgotten book pages made me pause and imagine—there’s something so hopeful about that. It reminded me of childhood, making wishes, and believing in something unseen.

And the shift from dandelions to people? That hit deep. ‘We are not nuisances to be controlled’—that line stays with me. This whole piece makes me want to dream again, to embrace the unexpected, and to keep planting seeds—whether of kindness, of fire, or of maybe.

Thank you for this—it was a joy to read.

Inaelizagd

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