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 Mar 2016 Urmila
Haley Lorish
I am a lost soul
finding myself solely through
my chaotic words
 Mar 2016 Urmila
Haley Lorish
gone
 Mar 2016 Urmila
Haley Lorish
The most dangerous place is inside your own head.
 Mar 2016 Urmila
River
Different Now
 Mar 2016 Urmila
River
It's different now
No longer am I sad about
The trivialities
That used to squeeze my heart dry
My heart is stronger now
I'm on my feet,
Grounded
Even astounded,
I guess
Because I'm different now
I don't know how
Through all the years
Of toil
Now my heart is spoiled
With love
And I'm grateful
All I can cry about is being too happy
All I can feel is thanks...
 Mar 2016 Urmila
Mike Hauser
~God~
 Mar 2016 Urmila
Mike Hauser
Worship creation
Instead of the Creator
What's the sense in that
~    
        All the poems I write
     are
just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.
 Mar 2016 Urmila
phil roberts
Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts
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