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Comment on Heart on My Wrist by Michelle Mitchell by sandrar

sandrar — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 15:06:00 +0000

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Comment on Submit Your Poetry by adrian

adrian — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:12:12 +0000

The poem “Vagabond” is very intersting and fluid, creates a point of fugue….Thank you ! Adrian

Comment on Carnage and Cries by Brandon Erlacher by The Girlfriend

The Girlfriend — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 04:35:52 +0000

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Comment on Heart on My Wrist by Michelle Mitchell by TIFFANY

TIFFANY — Sun, 31 May 2009 06:26:31 +0000

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Comment on Submit Your Poetry by vagabond

vagabond — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 18:54:26 +0000

The Urchin.

A work peremptory,
A manner supercilious,
But conscious of products of levity
He moves to new purpose:

A union of mood and of movement,
The manners which herald improvement:
A burning of that which is worthless,

To edify
To wait patiently in eternity
Tossing the doubts of old penury;
A bridegroom of life.

Comment on Sad Spector Soldier by Carol Anne LaPolla by Mike

Mike — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 08:00:33 +0000

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Comment on Submit Your Poetry by Carol Anne LaPolla

Carol Anne LaPolla — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:38:21 +0000

Sad Spector Soldier

Wounded in battle
Can’t sleep through the night
Do I desert the war,
or stay on to fight?
Does it matter in the aftermath, which side was wrong,?
When we forgot where we came from, and where we belong?
Shell shocked, witnessed atrocitys, it is too much to bear, for someone so beaten down she’s not really there.
Like a sad specter soldier with the 100 yard stare. I can no longer cry, feel, or care.
Desperatly seeking shelter, but there is no where to hide, because the one who cut me so deeply, was supposed to be on my side!
So who is this enemy who now wears your face?
What happend to the man I knew, before this stranger took his place?
My wounded heart hemorrhages sorrow, knowing that for us there maybe no tomorrow.
I’ll survive and go on; but a part of my heart died today, it’s my last gift to you, as I fade away.

Comment on Lost Souls from Subculture Books by aaron j. marko

aaron j. marko — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 04:37:33 +0000

hey man, that’s really cool. i’m totally surprised that i’m being published in this, but it’s still awesome nonetheless. please feel free to drop me a line when it’s out so i can get ahold of one.