Everyday Soldiers
Beneath the starlit crimson skyPoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Naught But A Dying Dream | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Staying Alive Tonight | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| I'm Just A Cloud To You | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| I'm Throwing Rainbows Now | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Dumbstruck, Tried and Terrified | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Sunshine To My Everyday | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| The Crash of the Proud | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Sad Music on Street Corners | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Speak Up | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Poison | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| On The Pier | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Falling Stars | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Traveller | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Your Escape | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Blue Are The Lips You Kissed | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| The Open Chasm | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Ineluctable | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| False Dialogue | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Everyday Soldiers | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Cosmopolitan Dreamgirl | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Alone in the Folds of Time | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Guarded Hearts | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| A Place Called Depression | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Piece by Piece | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| My Final Bow | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Still Breathing | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| Deeper Meaning | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
| A Message From Your Soul | 0 | 07/23/2009 |
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