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 Aug 2015 Brooke Davis
Mike Essig
Describe experience
and you get a novel;
distill experience
and you get a poem.

  ~mce
 Jun 2015 Brooke Davis
betterdays
first footfall
on dew laden grass

oh to live life that way

without constraint of past
with out baggage
to weigh down the step

each day a new beginning
each day a fresh horizon
each day a life unto itself

what a dream!
but with short comings
no anchors, only paper crowns
 Jun 2015 Brooke Davis
mk
your hands are calloused
your knuckles raw
your mouth is ******
your opponent on the floor

your heart is broken
your mind is numb
you’ve given up on hope
you don’t know what you’ve become

your victories stem from pain
your power from dismay
your glory from rage
you always knew it’d end up this way

one more fight
one more scar
one more win
to remind you who you are

every now and then
in the middle of a fight
her laugh echoes in your head
it reminds you of the light

the light you once had in your soul
the light which he stole
the light which kept you sane
the light which kept you whole

the thought of her
makes you push harder and faster
memories of her touch
remind you of your happily never after

the last time you saw her
the last time you tasted those lips
you always knew it’d come to an end
but just not like this

so you go in for that extra punch
you train that extra night
you cross the limits one more time
you win every last fight

victory after victory
you’re going through the motions
only you and her know
that you’re devoid of emotion

for a hero you’re called
and a champion as well
the truth is, however,
that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
// in hopes that it never ends this way between us //
 Jun 2015 Brooke Davis
Mike Essig
steamy humid day
the beating sound
of a helicopter

forty-five years
vanish
in an instant

  ~mce
 Jun 2015 Brooke Davis
Mike Essig
The first pile
you see is

a burned, ******
stinking, heap
of humans, bloated
and swollen,
swarming with flies,
squirming with maggots

and you puke
like you have
never ever
puked before.

After that,

it's just
another pile
of dead *****.

Don't mean
******* nothing.

  ~mce
 Jun 2015 Brooke Davis
R
come home
 Jun 2015 Brooke Davis
R
i screamed "come home! just come home!"
into the void and
all that has happened is
the darkness creeping back into my life and
taking me into its sweet arms
while i wait.
based off of a song, but i can't find it on my iPhone.
i will add it to here when i do
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