Comments on: October Tides

By: Michala

Michala — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 05:51:23 +0000

this is absolutely beautiful!! :,) you have my word that i will protect my halloween spirit till i die!

By: Jack Creeps

Jack Creeps — Sat, 29 May 2010 00:02:26 +0000

This and ‘A Curious Electricity’ are my favorite poems of yours. Scratch that, my favorite poems, period.

By: Amber

Amber — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 23:20:47 +0000

I live life in a dark wonderland, to know others are with me is refreshing as at times I feel rather alone. Halloween is everyday for me and not just the dressing up but the feelings, thoughts, and sense one feels are there all the time one just needs to be more open, and i am glad that you are Curtis Rx. I hope, like you, I never lose it.

By: Devii

Devii — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 23:08:18 +0000

Aw,now I feel like an idiot.Never once has a poem made me cry,but at least they’re tears of happiness and deep understanding if you could call it that =]

By: Phantasmagorical

Phantasmagorical — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 11:36:01 +0000

The style in which you write has a extremely rare and curious quality to it; I believe it is called being an absolute genious, magic weaver and you’ll forever have many dedicated fans that would rather die in numerous of grim and grisly ways than be in a world without you, Sir.

By: BekkyS.

BekkyS. — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 23:15:55 +0000

Wow, Curtis Rex can see the beauty in things better than anyone i’ve known.He’s genious and creative, thoughtful and imaginative. He’s probably better than Edgar Allen Poe himself.

By: Andrea Zzz

Andrea Zzz — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 05:41:11 +0000

IT smells like Halloween for me.
Hmm, October. I love that month. I can always sense the excitement. And smell the fear in some little children
I get to wear my blody lolita dresses without people calling me a spooky Freak ;D

By: Becca Bones

Becca Bones — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 07:50:37 +0000

perhaps Curtis Rx should be worshiped as God is . . .

By: Ira Paul

Ira Paul — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 20:37:37 +0000

I remember reading this one in your blog.And what October means to me…I always associate it with my childhood.And Halloween is maybe not the first reason.All of my earliest memories start with the Fall.It’s so quiet,leaves painted in yellow and orange collect into a carpet,this scent after the rain combined with the oak leaves.Long alleys.And there was always a feeling of a magic.Everywhere.A time when the world of a living and ordinary shares it’s space with the world of the supernatural.Perfect.
This poem is like a caring hand that protects our childhood and the time when having fun was plain and simple.

By: Mandieville666

Mandieville666 — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:22:32 +0000

reminds me of the song “greatest show unearthed”.