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Cognitive Dissonance & Moral Hzards First post for the fair discussion. Started by NURUZZAMAN SARDER	2	Jan 25, 2013 Reply by NURUZZAMAN SARDER
Comments Needed On My Latest Poem :) Of Dreams I dream of you, I dream of me I dream of a world where love will be Happy as two birds that fly very high Night's done so quick,… Started by Pritha Chattopadhyay	0	Jan 23, 2013
TIME SLOWLY, SILENTLY, STEADFASTLY, SLIPS AWAY By: R.F. Husnik Some, if not most, will argue against its being slow and silent But all will admit its steadfastness And most… Started by RF Husnik	2	Jan 18, 2013 Reply by RF Husnik
The Barefoot Prophet on the Beach As the first ray of lightseeps through the sleepy skyin the horizon, a lone sighttrudging the yellow sandy shore.A flowing red robe adornsa… Started by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka	0	Jan 10, 2013
Perfection. Note: Readers this poem is about societies view and my view on the term perfection. But none the less this is my view/oppinion on the subje… Started by Carly Jean Montgomery-Wildermuth	0	Jan 3, 2013
Christmas Children Christmas from a different time and place We had no Christmas trees nor neatly-wrapped gifts. A special spirit the sun carried when we aw… Started by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka	0	Dec 16, 2012
Comments needed :) The Line Has Been Drawn Stuck at life's crossroads, I measure my time once again; I measure the depth, the love and along with it, the pai… Started by Pritha Chattopadhyay	11	Dec 1, 2012 Reply by Pritha Chattopadhyay
Not Always October NOT ALWAYS OCTOBER By: R.F. Husnik Try to align with times beforehand It won’t be easy because they’re times within someone else’… Started by RF Husnik	2	Nov 15, 2012 Reply by RF Husnik
Bishop Street A street that once echoed with the plays and laughter of little children. We hop up and down the rugged, muddy street with lots of pot h***… Started by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka	0	Nov 15, 2012
My Imperfect Picture The pieces of my imperfect pictureI pick.They tear at my hands and kneesI have to find them all even though I know I can’t.Tears mixed with… Started by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka	4	Oct 16, 2012 Reply by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka