Comments on: Help Me Write A Poem!

By: makiina

makiina — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:54:12 +0000

i am writeing a poem and i am stuck and cant think of a word to write after, “Love is irriplacable, faceing it is. ?…… i dont know what to warite!!! help me! will u please email me!

By: Allyne (Al) Knox

Allyne (Al) Knox — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 20:58:08 +0000

Sorry to hear about Paul Quarrington’s cancer. Please suggest he obtain and read OUTSMART YOUR CANCER: ALTERNATIVE NON-TOXIC TREATMENTS THAT WORK by Tanya Harter Pierce, M.A., MFCC. 6th printing, 2009 (Second Edition). Includes the Definitive information about PROTOCEL, a formula countless cancer patients are having success with. “If you want to consider using Alternative and Complementary medicine for yourself or a loved one’s cancer, this is the book to read first.” W. John Diamond, M.D. Check http://www.outsmartyourcancer.com or call Thoughtworks Publishing (888) 679-2669. I am reading it now and it is most informative/helpful. Protocel, for example, for many users, is able to cause the cancer cells to self destruct, entirely. And without harmful side effects! Good Luck Paul!!! Al Knox

By: art schultz

art schultz — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 02:12:49 +0000

go to ctvnews.ca enter in search bar, inositol then click on substance from grains and nuts used to treat cancer and read the story! i did ,and i am now cancer free. i went thru 35 radation treatments and 2 chemo but the inositol at three heaping teaspoons per day really worked .my cancerous tumour was reduced by 25% in 3 weeks. its cheap and can be ordered from any health food store. INOSITOL POWDER it worked foe me and the people in the study done by the B.C. CANCER AGENCY. its worth the effort you have nothing to lose . if this email runs astray please forword to paul quarrington thanks

By: Roxanna

Roxanna — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:11:58 +0000

All the suicide notes crafted from The Smiths lyrics.
The eleventh grade slow dance with your hardes
crush to Stairway to Heaven. Glorious Noise.
What sense does a silent rock museum make?
A tide pool of sweat and one thousand broken
televisions thrown from hotel windows. Jim Morrison’s
empty bottles, Janis’s empty bed in the Chelsea,
gimme the floorboards of CBGB’s, all guts and grime.
Where’s the roar and the riot? Nights spent
grinding to the Stones. Bowie’s one green eye.
Gimme danger, little stranger, oh Iggy’s sinew
Debbie Harry’s lips, Lou Reed’s flat blank stare.
A shrine for Joe Strummer (raise your pint glass
may he forever get down, Moses.) Show me
the hours spent waiting in line, the hot
press of the crowd, display the distance
from the nosebleeds to the front of the stage.
Spectacle of sex, where’s the exhibit
for the chord that sends me back to the
edge of seventeen?

By: Helen & Marc

Helen & Marc — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:12:33 +0000

It’s been quiet here at work, so my friend Marc and I put our heads together to find new suggestions for you. We have one acceptable one so far:

The 3 pennies I taped to my tone arm
So the record player wouldn’t skip
From the massively cool “Baba O’Reilly”
To the merely OK “Bargain”
On Side One
Of my copy of Who’s Next

By: Helen Musclow

Helen Musclow — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 13:22:14 +0000

Dr. Landy’s prescription pad with whatever drug made Brian and Ozzy walk and talk the way they do.