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Re: [kashnet] Martyr is a chaste word.

hasrat hazeen — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 08:05:32 GMT

TRUE MARTYES

Fw; An Indian wife's poem ;)

hasrat hazeen — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 06:40:08 GMT

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Re: The New Taxi Driver

Harry Couchon Jr — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:29:31 GMT

Chris great piece i used to be a cab driver in New York read my piece taxi driver diary on poemhunter.co, ... From: Chris G. Vaillancourt+

Wonderful Passion

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:09:03 GMT

Wonderful Passion Oh my soul. I do not know what I should do. My heart is held hostage in this mindless game Of waiting and hoping for shadows that grew; In

Shore Leave

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:58 GMT

Shore Leave The angry steam escapes the kettle. We are watching the smoke fill the room. Moist softness that grows like moss on a tree; this is the importance

Sunshine Lonely

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:58 GMT

Sunshine Lonely Sunshine has changed its colour, from yellow to black to yellow again. Living goes on and so I live. That is what I do from episode to episode.

Determination

chie chie eusebio — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:56 GMT

I can't give up now I can't give up running I won't look back and ask how I won't let my heart stop beating I have to hold on for a bit longer I have to

Tombstones

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:51 GMT

Tombstones Through the pointless escapades of the illusions from which we operate We deny our submission to the subtle screams of our choices. Fragile shells

When The Wind Dies Down

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:50 GMT

When The Wind Dies Down When the wind dies down, the world will reflect indifference. Consumed with the growling heart that falls like the panic from the mind.

Running

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:49 GMT

Running He fled He was not sure why he journeyed as he did. The path which he was chasing was littered casually with the hope he retained in his heart. Upward

Pagan God

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:44 GMT

Pagan God I wish I could stand away from God, and make up my own religion. So much easier to define the earth in terms of my own decisions. I could create a

Moving on

chie chie eusebio — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:43 GMT

Day by day I'll get through Hoping that I would forget you Just give me time Please, just wait Stop the clock It's never too late. I'll forget those

Trigger

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:29 GMT

Trigger Under the impression that life goes on, the man in shadow speaks of truth. But what truth? His own is flustered and vain. Prone to announcements

Inscribed ~ New Releases and Deadline!

KYLE RICHTIG — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:26 GMT

Inscribed ~ A Magazine For Writers is happy to announce the release of Dan Grasley's rtso and Stuff My Ear Volume Two Issue Two featuring The Heat Seeking

The New Taxi Driver

Chris G. Vaillancourt+ — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:08:13 GMT

A man in a taxi cab taps the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question. The driver screams blue murder, loses control of the cab, and swerves onto the