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 Jun 2016 mic
William McLaughlin
Don't always write of love young poet
Don’t always write of peace
Don’t always write of death young poet
Or miseries of melodies.
Write of what you hear young poet
Write of what you see
Good or bad or evil or empty
Share your thoughts with eternity
 Jun 2016 mic
Deanna
The devil is sweeter
than the lies on your lips,
his wrath tastes better
than the rage you sip.
You've poisoned yourself
with guilt and greed
instead of seeing
what you really need.
Written 10/18/13.
 Jun 2016 mic
s Veazie
Pretend you are a book,
Being opened from time to time;
Your pages being flipped,
They tell a comic, story, or rhyme.
Satisfy your readers, and always get them hooked
You can be anything, and today you are a book.
Title- Stephen King
 Jun 2016 mic
Sydney Ann
None of you have heard the story--
not of fame and fortunate glory,
not one considered inherently gory--
just the story of me.

I need to stop being a loner
and quit hanging out with all the stoners,
my bad-*** shoes are actually loaners,
I need to be myself.

I can be a real shadow and still have friends,
People who will be there until the end,
they'll always be there for what's 'round the bend
But they don't have to know my true feelings.

So I'm getting out
and I'm joining reality,
never mind using
these ******* formalities
my life so far
sounds like a tragedy
but I'm ready to be done with my past.
 Jun 2016 mic
Nathan Pival
So many little tests
Presented with we contend
Understanding the risks
Of the chances we take
To take that chance
Should we prevail or fail
Some failures beat us
Down
Into the depths
And we may never be the same again
Some successes also
Make us never the same again
Because we've gotten so high off of it
We cannot see straight
I've made a lot of money before
And it has made me arrogant, ungrateful, and wasteful
I've also been broke and poor
It made me more appreciative, understanding, and productive
The middle ground that works for all of us
Is an individual thing
Prevail or Fail
Is nothing more than a perspective
Life is a game we play with no clear winners
But if you keep love in your heart
It doesn't matter how broke or rich you are
You have prevailed
 Jun 2016 mic
David Adamson
The table was set.
The morning was fine.
The world lay reflected
in two glasses of wine.

An empty plate
reflected sunshine,
The morning compressed
in two glasses of wine.

What did she see
in undulations of wine?
Were the shapes a portent?
Was there a design?

Were the glasses a mirror
or shadowy sign?
Perhaps they were more
than just glasses of wine.

She and a friend
sat down to dine.
Their reflections drank deeply
from two glasses of wine.
This was inspired by a gorgeous photo that I wish I could post on HP.
Here's the link on Instagram.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BGgWsniDIxR/?taken-by=candacesmithphoto
 Jun 2016 mic
Phosphorimental
Who we are not, weathers through time
be it by water, wind, will or wine.
Gazing into the talus of our becoming
Amidst the course, drifts the fine.

Our purpose is to bear the breeze
With lips to cup, till weakened knees
Besotted within a life between
Pre-eternal, post eternity.

Thirsting through our body’s gristle
flows the milk beneath the thistle
you, true content sans container
Are pulsing spirit, interstitial.
 Jun 2016 mic
Diary of the Damned
There are shores on loves great ocean
Which I fear I’ll never see
The storms and waves, they rock me
Like a child trying to be brave
The torture of the motion
Wakes the fears that dwell in me
‘Til the waters suffocate me
And the boat feels like a grave

With every wave that batters
With each sway
With each swell
The heaven and the hell
Ensue their battle once again
The only thing that matters
In this pain wherein I dwell
Is the heart that I won’t sell
For anything but love’s true when

Though tempests rage what calm destroys
The calm repays the wage
Even when it rains in clearer skies
But, sometimes, there’s a rainbow
Bringing beauty back to mind…
All in waiting for love’s true when to arrive
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