RE: RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause ~Blood drops~

~Blood drops~

Bleed out through a vein my life force,
Motionlessly still remains.
Iniquity rises up and rips my essence out of the duff.
The shadow seem to always know,
How to drop back in the ruff.
The only thing left to survive suddenly,
Runs from me and forever hides.
My thoughts chatter among themselves within,
All within know where I have been.
Pressed away from the heavenly door,
Know satin calls me part of his lore.
Understanding what I must do,
As the gloom in me comes right through.
Feeling like a rabbit trapped in a snare,
As I throw back my long flowing hair.
Left for lifeless face down on the road,
In-between the slim of a toad.
Fallen from all polished grace,
Evil is all I can know taste.
Engraved images seek shelter under my skin,
Numerous souls look at them as true sin.
Searching the night as a old hound dog,
The smell of evil drifts from all around.
Fixed in a twisted sinister grin,
Is where I know living begins!
inkmaster

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Please read and comment, on these Poets pages, and
please comment on the current Poets of Blood Creations.

http://www.originalpoetry.com/poet/Bleed4aCause

Alexia & the Poets of Blood

P.S. these posting here as seperate work, are fantastic, and are very much considered in the final published work.

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

sorry! haven't posted up in a while!!! here!!!

The Old Mansion

This old mansion, so tall and old
ancient stone now barren and now cold
do we dare enter, ghosts live here
nervously we approach, watching with fear

what was that? a figure in a window?
was it an illusion of a wind blow?
its not there anymore, i believe it’s clear
come on friends! i hear your teeth chattering in fear!

Chorus

They say the old mansion on the hill
Inside if you enter, you will find a thrill
Silently, be careful as you cross into
Or, if you’re not, you'll witness exactly what’s true

Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Calisa
Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Exanimus

We enter into the mansion, cautious and slow
Blood soaked the walls and windows
children perhaps? a mischievous deed
than the door closed, and the walls began to bleed

we ignored the warning, taking caution and heed
the dare was made, our unbreakable creed
standing there in the cold dark air
we prayed we wouldn't become prey unaware

the walls stopped bleeding and crying
and the screams started, something terrifying
we stood our ground, making the usual excuses
it was the wind with a tree that was making the noises

the moans and groans started to appear
we disproved them as floors and continued to bear
there was no power to the place, but the lights would flicker
about that time, we began to see her...

Chorus

They say the old mansion on the hill
Inside if you enter, you will find a thrill
Silently, be careful as you cross into
Or, if you’re not, you'll witness exactly what’s true

Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Calisa
Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Exanimus

I first saw her in the corner of my eye
she was young and pale, she vanished when i turned to look by
we decided since everything appeared to die
we should explore our new hideaway

all in a group, we roamed the rooms
finding pentagrams, rodents, and other skeletons
a little uneasy, we continued to explore
we came across a tiny little door

Chorus

They say the old mansion on the hill
Inside if you enter, you will find a thrill
Silently, be careful as you cross into
Or, if you’re not, you'll witness exactly what’s true

Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Calisa
Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Exanimus

We opened the door, the dead were there
human remains stacked on top of one another
blood painted the walls, sanities end
some holy magic, god please lend!

we backed away from the unholy chamber
blood oozed out and spread like an opening flower
slowly the blood took form and rose
the devil or a demon took form, God's Foes

then the dead crawled out from the door
i saw that girl again, she waved, and ran from that floor
quickly i followed, yelling for my friends to join
she raced into another room, where dead hung like tender loins

She dashed into another room, it was pitch black
we ran in, but slowed due to the lack
of light, we couldn't see, then the door shut and battered
we heard bones move around us, and little girl laughter

Chorus

They say the old mansion on the hill
Inside if you enter, you will find a thrill
Silently, be careful as you cross into
Or, if you’re not, you'll witness exactly what’s true

Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Calisa
Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Exanimus

Chorus

They say the old mansion on the hill
Inside if you enter, you will find a thrill
Silently, becareful as you cross into
Or, if your not, you'll witnes exctly whats true

Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Calisa
Malum Pollens
Malum Pollens
Infeste Exanimus

Evil Poems AKA Arvock

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Kissing the Darkness

shadows, my friends, soft and lifeless
my soul is bound to that which is heartless
cold, ignorant for those it consumes
the fear in all; in what the dark looms

the tint of velvet richness entwined by lace
the moon lit coolness, with a chocolate base
sings to me, the voice of midnight mistress
her slow 12 twines, her voice i shall miss

the hollow lands filled with liquid air
the essence of death filters through my hair
as the power of sleep radiates from the moon
rising dangerously close to mid-night noon

breath in the thrill of the night
the hunter's desire to kill and fight
the glowing eyes in the shadows, so quietly they stare
watching and waiting for weakness to appear

caress the beauty, let darkness stare
daring are we, driven by moon light fever
hold me close, my love, my darkness
my forever key, to a bed with my mistress

EvilPoems AKA Arvock

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

In Death Anew

sick but young, is appears ive always been cursed
to die so young, so sickly from birth
desiring life, i plead for it to all
and so my wish came true next fall

t'was August, with crimson orange leaves
fying around in the cool, gentle breeze
I sat on a bench, just wondering why
glancing longingly, toward the cloudy sky

she came to me, so beautiful, so quiet
I was astonished at her beauty, but I tried to hide it
she sat down next to me, watching the scene
she whispered to me, "Do you want what you've never been?"

I looked into her eyes, soft and so sincere
as if she could help me, I accepted her
she leaned in toward me, and gave me a kiss
her soft gentle touch from the grace of her lips

she pulled away, and wrapped me in a hug
she glided me back, a soft gentle tug
her lips to my neck, she kissed me again
than there was pain, before I knew what happened

pushing her away, my hand to my neck
asking what she did, I began to feel weak
I watched the shadows, inward they crept
some how, I knew I died, and yet only slept

I woke in the dawn of a new day
in a stranger's bed, I lay
turning my head in the shadowy room
I saw her there, the warning came soon

I quietly stood, slipping out of the bed
wondering why I had felt dead
her eyes opened, she watched me move
a small smile appeared like a theme or groove

then I froze, I cant completely explain why
from the sheets she rose and asked, "How'd it feel to die?"
I slowly smiled, my eyes started to glitter
this is now my life, I returned and shifted under the cover

EvilPoems AKA Arvock

Demon of the Night

Demon of the Night
A. W. Nutter

In the darkness is where I love to dwell
Atrocities performed will send me to hell
A ladies perfume assaulting my senses
My mind visualizing the sensual caresses

She walks alone on a moonlit night
Unaware of the demon hidden out of sight
Grabbing her quickly, muffling her objections
Excitement builds as I gain her submission

No hero to save this damsel in distress
As the blade of my knife shreds her dress
Naked and vulnerable, I tie her to the stone
Many have died on this sacrificial throne

Pleading for mercy only fuels my desire
My passion building with an internal fire
Only one way to quench the erotic flame
To her body and soul, I must lay claim

Holding her tightly, I gaze into her eyes
The cold steel slowly piercing her side
Advancing toward the girls racing heart
Needing to be ready when her soul departs

Writhing in pain, my lady meets her death
My lips on hers catching the final breath
The soul acquired, sexual release attained
Falling from the stone, physically drained

Dawn shines a light on my transgression
For a lingering moment I ponder salvation
I feel the perversion rekindling the flame
Powerless to stop this erotic game

Pastor Lycan

Pastor Lycan
A. W. Nutter

The darkness is slowly approaching
A quarter moon will grace the night
The lust for blood steadily encroaching
Sanity and reason will soon take flight

Time to address the faithful congregation
Wondering which one will be selected
A flock of sheep looking for salvation
Unaware the church has become infected

Shaking hands as the parishioners depart
Finding it hard to listen to their salutations
Hearing the blood flowing through each heart
Each one touched brings desirable sensations

Coming in contact with a very clean soul
Desire surges causing the mouth to water
His purity, nearly causing a loss of control
This little lamb, the choice for slaughter

Signing the cross on the back of his hand
An impotent gesture, death will happen
Soon A full moon will illuminate the land
His young life forfeited to the Lycan

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

The Summoning

in the darkness he stands alone
under the soil rests flesh and bone
his hood covering the majority of his face
his movements smooth, slow was his pace

he opened the tome, the great book of the dead
a deed to be done, one all holy dread
opening the pages, browned by time
his eyes to the graves as he spoke a line

using the language of old and in lore
to demand them to rise, his voice in declare
the book before him began to glow blood red
the pressence of death, coming to awake the dead

slowly it dispressed into the dry, arid, earth
where those that had fallen began their rebirth
slowly the ground rose, this dry dirt coffin
now immune to pain, nothing could stop them

as they stood amoungst their graves
the necromancer preeched the end of days
their blood thirsty eyes glanced toward the city
desiring to kill, so hungry, empty, thirsty

an army amassed, the dead do serve
the image of fear, that strikes the very nerve
as his troops assembled, the summoner spoke these words
every man shall die, even the beasts, even the birds!

EvilPoems AKA Arvock

Silence of The Night

Silence of the Night

Tears of blood drip from the fingers of my soul,
Into an ocean of eternity filled with the drowning soul of one,
My heart howls into the desperation of the night,
Screams of terror of an angel crucified upon the light.

The fleshly world has come to send,
My cries and fears will never end,
Forever I shall long into the eternal night,
Of the lost purity of the angels sight.

The silence fills the eve of the mornings sorrow,
Forever shall I mourn the tomorrow,
Dreams lost and gone away,
My wounded heart cursed to stay.

Broken glass lies at the foot of the world,
Fallen from heavens hurled,
The fallen angel lies broken,
No words can be spoken,
Only tears can flow,
But what can they show,
The pain lies deeper than any can ever know.

The devil laughs at the purity lost,
And knows he has won the angel's cost,
A weakness he has found,
The blood of the angel fills the ground,
Hence the flesh has become dead of the night so long,
And the angels of heaven weep the song,
Of the true love lost to me,
Blinded by the darkness to be.

And into the realm of shadows I fall,
Into the depth of the devil's hall,
Into the gates of the realm of hell,
With broken wings the angel fell,
I cry out into the bombastic night so you can hear,
But only deafness finds me near,
Only a silenced whisper fills my ear,
Such a pain fills the gaps of my soul,
Once where a love had given its toll,
And so the agony of torture finds it way,
And so the angel sets forth to die upon this day,
Faith lost into the light and lost of way.

And so the winds blow quietly upon the sands of time,
Setting the way of this rhyme,
Lost love never found,
Screams of terror are the sound,
And the fallen angel in the night,
Fallen from the graces of God's light...

Such a shame it is to see,
That the fallen angel had become me!!!

The Abyss

The Abyss

As I close my eyes,
A black abyss come upon them like the red sea parted no more,
I gasp for life but there was no more,
I was overcome by the rocky sea shore.

As I slowly opened my eyes to the eternal darkness to be,
I realized that nothing but a abyss of darkness could I see.
I darkness soo deep that the hole travels down to the very pits of hell,
I plunder and wonder how is it that I fell,
To such a place of horrid to be known,
Nothing at all but the darkness to be shown.

As I look around,
I find myself alone,
Without light,
Without love,
Without any word from above.

All that remains is the abyss,
Slithering in the shadows with a hiss.
I find myself searching into the endless night,
For just a little glimpse,
Just a prayer of light.

But nothing is what I find,
I realize I am slowly losing my mind.
There is no up,
There is no down,
There is only the abyss to be found.
Such a place of utter black,
Can't you cut me any slack?
Bur no answer do I hear,
Not a soul do I find near.

Just the cold shivering silence into the never ending eve,
I pray to my God in heaven for a door to be shown to leave.
I pray for just a glimpse of the glimmer of light,
Just a sparkle in the eternal night.

But nothing is what I find,
Again I feel myself slipping more and more out of mind.
Am growing insane,
I feel this journey is all in vain!

Where the hell am I?
I am not in heaven,
I am not in hell,
I find myself in the darkness of a shell.
Without walls,
Yet confided,
Without bars,
Yet I am binded.

Nothing but the utter darkness can I see,
Nothing in my reality is what is to be,
I feel nothing but the darkness around me.

Consuming me to the bone,
Still no direction to be shown,
Lost in the eternal darkness of the abyss,
Forever wondering blind in the mist.
As the night grows on from days to years,
An Eternity of time fills me with fears.

So as I open my eyes once more,
I beg again to be back on the shore,
Back in the horizon of the day,
I plead for my God to show me the way!

But still a lie alone in the darkness of the abyss,
Nothing but the screams of terror and agony that speaks to me with a hiss,
Yet the screams of silence falls upon the deafness of my ears,
Nothing seems to silence the terror of my fears.
Rivers of blood fill the oceans of my soul,
Perhaps never again shall my heart become whole.

So here I lie in this prison of the unknown,
A prison of darkness and death to be known,
Waiting patiently for the path of life to be shown
A path out of the darkness of the night,
A Path into the eternity of the light...

Silence

Silence

I awakened in the dead of the eternal night,
to a deafness of the angel's light,
Not even a whisper could be heard,
screams of agonizing terror,
cries of the children's songs,
just a pin drop of noise do I long.

Nothing but silence fills the air,
Such a silence is the very agony of terror,
nothing but thoughts run through my minds sake,
please pinch me, am I awake???

The dreaded silence is all I could hear,
thoughts running wild into the night of fear,
Nothing but the silence draws me near...

There lies the darkness of my soul's fury,
I grown weary of the silence of the night,
I grow tired of my shadow's sight.

Such a slumber is a hell to be known,
a prison of one's life to be shown.

Nothing lies here,
but where is here,
but where am I???

I have truly going out of my mind,
the silence is like deaf screams of agony to my ears,
cries of the angel's bring saddened tears.

All that remains is the silence,
after everything is gone,
after all the pain,
after all the screams of agony,
after all the tears of torment,
all that remains is the silence of the eternal night,
dammed by the children of the light.

I now long for death,
So death came near,
and so came the silence for me to hear,
forever into the darkness do I see,
forever shall the eternal silence be...

The It

The It

As I heard it thunder by,
It sounded like a God with raging fury,
For he had given his last amongst this weary civilization.

It looked like the Devil himself,
Dark pearl black,
As though all hell had frozen over.

It felt like a cold unpleasant chilling shiver up my spine,
Like a snake slithering across the endless desert sand.

When I tasted its dirty rotten bodily figure,
I tasted all the misguided spirits in hell,
In one second of black eternal darkness.

It smelled as though all the dead rotten bodies in hell,
Had risen to reclaim what was theirs to begin with.

Death and rebirth,
The end of the beginning,
The beginning of the end.

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

Slowly out of the immense slumber of darkness and despair,
Came forth a true love so rare.

Such beauty is unknown,
Cast a spell to be shown,
Broken knight,
Crucified upon the night.

The Arch Angel drips with blood,
So built the tears of agony to a flood,
Torn and withered and casted down to the depths of hell,
So the wicked force did fell,
Down into an eternal lake of fire,
Tormented into the sand of time for the name of true love and desire,
Such a crying shame that the White Dove became such a liar.

No vain purpose is left in this vial world,
Without the light lies nothing but the abyss to be,
Nothing but utter darkness could I see.

Hurled into the black bitter loneliness of my heart,
Destined to be alone from the beginning to the start,
Alpha and Omega,
The Father and the Son,
Not even them can save the fallen one.

Such a soul of destruction,
Such a soul of despair,
Not one ounce shall she ever care,
Because true love is not something meant to share!

Only two can share this gift of God,
Giving to his lonely sod,
Ripped out of my fears,
Sobbing in my tears,
Flowing into a sea of lost souls,
Passions and dreams never again to be whole.

There lies nothing to be found,
Lying on the ground,
All dried in the passion of love,
Never again shall it be given from the heavens above.

Dreary, Dreary, quite contrary,
Sinful lives we love to bury,
Deep into the utter abyss of the blackened night,
So I begin a journey into a land of fright.

Hellish creatures are devouring my flesh,
Knawling me down to the bone,
Once again I feel so alone.

The White Dove of the purest love has been bared,
Scared into a prison created on her own,
Faraway into the darkness of the universe unknown.

Chased by the Devil into this place unknown,
Waiting for the halo of God for me,
And a path out of this darkness to be.

In the darkness of the night,
I lie here waiting for the light,
To shine on my wretched soul,
And to once again be made whole.

Confusion of the world to be,
Not ever knowing what is reality,
What is up,
What is down,
I cannot see around.

Blind as a bat I must be,
For I can see no light for me,
Within my eyes,
Our true love is still what lies,
Our hearts into my soul,
And so I know that in some way I still lie whole,
But such a pain I do feel,
How can I ever know what is real?

Longing in the winds once again,
Never again shall we see such an end,
Wings of the dove,
Shattered and broken in love,
For no sight there is to see,
Her soul next to me,
Only in dreams long ago,
Only in memories shall we know,
How much love we did share,
But now look at us bare!
The White knight of the purest light,
And the White dove of the purest love,
Torn and dead,
So nothing remains to be said.

Lonely hearts died in the fire,
Never again to burn in desire,
Lonely souls lost of life,
Put to dead by the blade of the Devil’s knife,
Lonely minds so great,
Now so filled with hate,
Lonely bodies no more,
Broken from the fall on the shore.

Dead of this world it is to be,
Forever in the stars of eternity,
Such a shame it is to see,
That the fallen angel has become me!!!

Here lies the end of a beginning,
But not the beginning of the end,
For in the stars of heaven our true love will always send…

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

from this thread, I sense the making of a damn good book!

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Ode to Meco
Oh Meco,
You have been scared out of your fur.
You run, run and run away from the evil to save your nine lives, but no matter what you do you are scared to lose a life.
Meco, you are scared by the same tormentor ever since you were a kitten, the tormentor is Kevin.
In your dreams, little Meco, you wake crying for your mama;
but all you see is me in your nightmares tormenting to kill you in your sleep.
I'm your Freddy Krueger, little Meco
what will you do when I come for you?

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Mortal Memories, Immortal Thoughts

Life for me ended
so very long ago
and yet, on that day
is also
when it truly began

The ashes of memories
float like dust in the air,
leaving a taste, a smell,
a vision
of days almost forgotten

There once was a time
when my eyes held light
when warmth flowed through my veins
when lust
aroused more than just a hunger

Centuries separate me
from what I once was
I know that I lived
and loved
but I can't remember why


I hear voices where no life exists
I see beauty in terrified eyes
I taste salvation on blood soaked lips
I devour meaningless lives

The darkness has a sound
of lust, freedom, and fear
A song of magical brilliance
that resonates within my ears

The melody of your essence
creates a haunting tune
Calling for release
from within this mortal tomb

Into your mind I wander
under my spell you fall
Within my arms you slumber
I feed till death does call

Last edited by Artie 07-09-2010 at 05:06:42 PM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Artie rules!

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

I like Artie rules -''the darkness has a sound'''......

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Forbidden Love: The Vampire, and the Werewolf

Always at night, he sought his prey
the blood thirst that came without delay
his body was of man, but he had a secret
the vampire beneath the skin, was the killing culprit

she too ventured out at night for sustenance
her figure fine, with great intelligence
but like him, below the skin a monster hid
vcious and flesh hungry, looking for those that bled

long have both heard of the long lasting war
between their cultures, both werewolf and vampire
vampires, unlike the stories, are living and not dead
werewolfs, unlike legends, do not shift, nor shed

instead they retain a more human form, but hunger for flesh
while vampires desire the blood, of they will perish
while werewolves ate the flesh of humans
the difference, their hands claws, like weapons

one night, on a hunt, one encountered the other
the humans slain, sheep fresh for the slaughter
she crouched there her eyes red, her nails claw like
hunched over the dead her glare was of nails and spikes

he watched her, his eyes on the blood flowing down her lips
his thrist guiding his actions, like an old man with tips
a low growl came forth from her throat
proud of her kills, with a sneer to gloat

dropping the corpse, she stood up slowly
her eyes on his, glaring coldly
standing still as a rock, he watched her move
should he proceed so quickly, blood would ensue

his eyes dancing from body to body
the sanguine color in his eyes, yelling out boldly
both immortals starred on, waiting for the other to move
daring glances, questionable desires, considering the mood

her hunger unsatisfied, her eyes on her enemy
his stratedic gaze assessing her anatomy
clearing his throat, and holding up his hands
a sign todebate truce, to debate demands

she relaxed slightly, uneasy in the calm
her sharpened senses telling her something might be wrong
he gave her his greetings, and a good evening
for him came no answer nor welcome reliving

taking a step, assuring no harm
came the vampire crept, so as not to alarm
the smell of blood, enticing his stare
yet he couldn't help notice she was fair

her eyes upon him, still untrust worthy and blunt
up went her defenses, wary of some stunt
his eyes on her lips, where red velvet dripped
his desire to feed, his instinct slipped

lunging at her, arms open wide
his lips to hers, licking the blood aside
regaining control, he slowly released her
still dazed from what he did to the other immortal creature

surprise and shock shown clearly in her eyes
yet she didnt fear him, nor hate, nor despise
true that vampires are truly handsome creatures
yet her beauty was no match to the male vampire's

her eyes finally opened, defenses all gone
the value of the corpses, no longer belonged
he sat near her, recovering his thoughts
the feel of her lips ran through his mind alot

she stood slowly, and pulled a body over
"want some?" she asked as she bit into the pig like creature
his mind back to the present, he accepted her offer
his fangs to its neck, peircing the juggular

thier eyes locked, both immortals knew
their desire for the other, may one day come true

EvilPoems AKA Arvock

RE: RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

The Eternal Chess game

Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep,
To the last door on the left,
I rest my head for a moment of sleep.
As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light,
A small space of illuminated madness,
Where demons cringe and angels delight.

A place long ago hidden and known by few,
Where the sands of time have come to a still,
A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to.
I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell,
But rather in a impermeable shell.
Surrounding the purity of the light,
Lies the beast of the night.

An unyielding guardian of incredible might
Displaying unholy darkness,
Taunting and teasing the light.
"Come on out .." he would seem to say.
Away from its shell,
The light did dare not stray.

For within the virginity of heaven's keep,
The angel of light finds his peaceful haven,
A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep.
He knows he limitations,
Regardless of the how strong his power has become,
Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations.

Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast,
No not in the least.
Limitations like rules are meant to be broken,
Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken.
The spell of light that feels the need to control,
Becomes undone,
All from the darkness of one evil soul.

Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free,
No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade,
The purity of the light holds the key.
A never ending struggle within the mind of one,
Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won,
Forever shall the chess game continue,
Neither one to give an inch,
Neither one to be outdone...

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Angel .. Such a masterpiece you've penned - From the Beginning to the End. Reminds me of someone I know very well ... Caught up in the madness within his shell.

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

Ok Poets of Blood.

Here is the news.
I need to know if you want your real name in the book,
along with your OP Id name.
If you want both let me know. I am nearly done.
All participants names will be in the book.
Not all poems are in the book, but all poets are.
The un finished interactive poems in the forum
need to be finished, Blue Berry Bloodcake,
and at The Helm of the Silence Machine.
Charlie and Standingbear I need a final edit cut sent to me
of Demonic Transfer.
I am needing a cover we have some
but we want all possibilities’
on the table.
The book will be created at createspace.com, and sold at amazon.com
The books proceeds will go to a Organization in Illinois‘,,
and they will take over the book. I will post this info asap,
And any other info on the organization, if we can do a double cause
We will.
Please send me info on your name here to me on OP.


Deadline is September 21st so Lets go with it... lol

Last edited by WordSlinger 09-02-2010 at 12:50:45 PM

RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause

how do we know if any of our poems were choosen for inclusion to the book??? I posted several on the forum thread. Angel out aka John R. Jenkins R.N.