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 Feb 2018
Thomas P Owens Sr
lost in smoke that swirls like ghosts
round music and laughter that sways in stride
blurred by ***** my eyes sweep slowly
through the flickers and clicks of bodies
I search for an opening to make my escape
drowning in thoughts of lust and lines to spin
unable to speak them even to myself
I am not this
gameroom for hollow pleasures
far cries to fill the void
left by love not perceived
therefore unattainable

through the mist of emotional waste
as I prepare to depart
a voice caught me blind and sliced the silent noise
in a deafening whisper
'breathe deep' she said
as a hand turned me to the left
she stood as light in a desert of shadows
she was all I could see
her beauty was staggering
even in my diminished state
I blinked to reset my eyes
and she remained
'Breathe deep and look upon me
for I have found you
and you do not belong here'
Gloria leaned over the bar and whispered
'You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost!'

all was quiet as I left
arm in arm with a vision
I heard the meeting of glasses
as they toasted one they knew would not return
oldie...part 2 of Brewsters
 Jan 2018
Sam
In the darkness of the night
I lay among the dead
Tucked between the tombstones
I gaze upon the stars
For the briefest moment
I wonder where you are
Only to remember
You really aren't that far
You're right here next to me
And embedded in my heart
As much as I pretend
I can't outrun the truth
Despite your presence with me
You still sleep beneath the grass.
 Jan 2018
Kylie
I take a step towards the door to my memories
Then another and another
I'm past the threshold
When the door slams shut
The sound and force of it
reverberating through my body

I turn my head to the door
but there is only darkness
I grab the door ****
I try to twist it
It doesn't budge.
Again. Again. Again.
It doesn't move .
I push against the door.
I bang on it.
Hopefully someone will hear;
hopefully they will help.
I'm banging on the door
When my knuckles turn ******

Suddenly! A noise!
Like claws being sharpened on stone
A sinking feeling flows through me
as I'm faced with the blood red eyes of my biggest demon
Everyone has "demons" or things they're not proud of. Embarrassing things that you're always afraid someone will find out. The world has demons.. and so do I.
 Jan 2018
Joseph Miller
I am cursed
by those around me
i did not choose
hands that put me down
with their selfish rage
i did not ask to be
a child cursed
again and again
year after year
who could blame me
for the mistakes i've made
before i was born
the pain began
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