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Haruharu May 2018
In this summer heat, I've been drinking for days.

Drink to numb an unknown anxiety.

In a notification I saw today's date.

And I remembered, I remembered all of it..

In three days it's been a year.

A year since he took away my freedom.

Since he put his hands on my body.

Three days from now will be the mark of when something in me broke.

Something that can never be healed.

Sweat mixed with tears run down my face.

Just like that night.
Steve Page May 2018
Protected fictions which have stood the test of years, old and undeniably true to me and my mates will testify loudly that I've held them close and testified to their six percent proof deep into the beer fueled night, tears clouding my glasses and my judgement, cliffs hanging dangerously close to the edge of despair with my back up against the howls of derision which fall on deaf, hard ground and against all hope stand, still next to my protected fictions which have stood the test of years, old and undeniably true to me...
Stories get taller with a few drinks.
Speak Slowly May 2018
To those long days, shot
To little sun rays, another shot
To days gone wrong, a glass
To cheery and sad songs, another
A drink to all occasions
All it takes is a little persuasion
Hope you bring a coaster
Because these drinks are a rollercoaster
-SS
stargazer May 2018
"The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic."
-Joseph Stalin

This is for the unnamed.
This is for the unwanted.

This is for those who were never given a chance.
This is for them that live without a voice.
The ones who were never given a second glance.
This is for them who have no choice.

To those who watch out
But aren't watched out for
To those who pout
Because they don't have anything anymore

Let's raise a glass
Let's make this useless gesture
To appreciate those who won't last
To observe those who falter

Because there's nothing else we can do
For those unfortunate few
That have no one to turn to.
Appreciation is the only thing we can offer, and yet we so rarely do.
Aa Harvey May 2018
Slipping


Broken TV, phone line cut off;
Electric meter empty, friends have been lost.
Bottles all drunken, food beginning to rot;
Clothes torn and fading, all hope is gone.


Money all spent to pay the rent and the debts;
Eye sight fading, nothing left.
Body decaying, love life non-existent;
Pity and mercy are not forthcoming,
Everything is lost in an instant.


Dirt on the skirting boards and on the walls,
Ambition without power.
Green water in the vase underneath the dead flowers;
One minute past happy hour, the milk tastes sour.


Laughter not possible, arms too weak;
Broken are the sandals that slip beneath my feet.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
EmperorOfMine May 2018
Sometimes I watch the clock to remind me
To remind me that I'm not frozen in time
I can still be seen
I exist

And sometimes I smile, because
Smiling is typically contagious
Some people get off on happiness
But its a drug that's worth the trouble

Did you know that happiness is equally dangerous
People do crazy **** for pleasure
But is pleasure really happiness
Or is that just what we tell ourselves...

As I wonder in a repetitive tick
And realize that these feelings are stupid
To feel so anxious
It's all so obsolete

Anyway, I'm ready to go
Have to catch the bus to get home
I hate Mondays
But only when the sky raises false hope

In a moments time
I'll disappear from your mind
You hold my existence in your power
But like a glance, I'm something you simply see
Not something you'll ever miss
*Sigh*
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