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 Jul 2017 ICN
phil roberts
Do not dream too loudly
You may awaken your conscience

                                        By Phil Roberts
 Jul 2017 ICN
Emily B
PTSD
 Jul 2017 ICN
Emily B
Some girls
Have butterflies
Beautiful winged elegance
Flying through their cerebrums

Me?

I've got old ghosts
That turn into whiskey drunk monsters
Saying
"I should put a bullet
In your brain".

I saw him yesterday.
Standing in front of me.
Blowing his brains out
Over and over.

A movie stuck on repeat
In my brain.

And some small part
Of me
Hopes he does it.
So he doesn't come after me
Anymore.

Maybe
The monster is me.
I don't know
 Jul 2017 ICN
phil roberts
When I was still young and fresh
A million years ago
I walked on edges
Always on the edge of something
Something wild

Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
Always music
Singing with the band
Dodging the flying glass
When fights broke out
Howling to the moon
Oh, wild indeed were we

All shadows now, alas
Visions from an addled brain
Pubs, clubs and smoky dumps
Leave no turn unstoned was the cry
More fun than fundamental
And fundamentally flawed, it was
A couple of hours sleep 'fore the day job
With eye-lids stuck together
And walking into walls
But still I wouldn't have swapped it
For all the strait laced straight faced
Wealth in the world

                                 By Phil Roberts
 Jul 2017 ICN
Sarah Spang
Cursed
 Jul 2017 ICN
Sarah Spang
Oh, read the way I see you,
The blessing of my words,
And know that what I feel for you
Has plagued me like a curse.
 Jul 2017 ICN
Sarah Spang
Nonsense.
 Jul 2017 ICN
Sarah Spang
One for one
To equal another
When one's snubbed out,
What comes of the other?
I've done the math
Enough to know
That one minus one
Leaves one a zero.
One half an the other,
A one and one pair
When one splinters off
Then one's beyond repair.

Nobody's enough, no body with me
Nobody loves no one/ No body loves me.
Nonsensical Rambling.
 Jul 2017 ICN
Sarah Spang
It’s retrievable from where?
The center of this chest.
Folded up beneath the bone,
Before it makes a crest.
Awake again, my searching hands
Once numb, now fill with fire.
The need to shape, to form, create
Has formed its own deep pyre.
 Jul 2017 ICN
Mike Essig
let me tell you my friend
about whiskey and ****
a demonic combo
that can lead you to death

whiskey and ****
make you think you are strong
make you feel invincible
you can do no wrong

whiskey and ****
forget all the rules
they were made for weaklings
cowards and fools

whiskey and ****
make night into day
until one is the other
and you lose your way

whiskey and ****
make you anxious for strife
you load your pistols
you sharpen your knife

Whiskey and ****
they cost me my wife
they cost me my children
they cost me a life

whiskey and ****
attract the law
and into it's clutches
you will certainly fall

so that's my story
of whiskey and ****
leave them alone
or prepare for death
Just to show someone I don't have to punctuate everything.  :)
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