I found this by just clicking through other people's submissions and whatever. I didn't leave any comments because it either didn't strike a chord in me or I felt that I am really no one to be critiquing someone's art...
But there is something about your stuff that I can really relate to. You have a lot of submissions but if I ever have the time I wish I could read all of them.
Some of your stuff sounds like it just goes with some of the music I listen to. I also noticed that a lot of your titles seem to be taken from other things or inspired by them.
This in particular kind of hurts to read. Like I know where you've been... It has this kind of echo-y feel to it. Like I'm screaming down an empty hallway, won't you stay? I don't know how to describe. Very nice though. You should write more.
Sometimes love is the strongest drug available...
this gives off that junkie-shake surge of need which I find raw-honest. Very well done. I don't mind "soul" but it's predictable... I think maybe that's what they meant in those comments below. Predictable isn't bad, but something uncommon would clinch it.
I guess my next question would be unrelated to the poetry, and just curiosity in general: Who the hell would name their son Keegan?
you know, this is achy in that - god, it's so damn empty here without you. when you feel all of your purpose has been sucked out. all the light. all the love. like all the othersideofmeness has somehow been severed and you feel lost without that touch of something that makes your days worth breathing.