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My Excuse
by H.L. Montague

My Excuse

I scroll on to the next post on Instagram, the ten hundredth time that day,
I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm sure this isn’t the way
To find it.
I’m itching to get up, to run, to lie in a bed of wilting, overwatered green grass.
But I sit in my bed still, scrolling through Instagram.
I know I should do homework, I should get it done so that
I can write.
But homework won’t give me what I’m looking for.

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19. War Is(n't) Over
by Kea Campbell

I'm proud of you for winning your silent battles,
The toughest decisions that you keep from prattle.
Clap for every single day you refrain from incisions,
Clap for every single time you say 'no' to addictions.
Whatever it is, you deserve the recognition,
The choice to get up, keep going, fulfilling envisions.

I'm proud of me for still holding the towel,
I never threw it in, instead, in I put dowels.
I wouldn't've made it to today if it weren't for my friends,

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Elvis Presley: The Same Amount of Time
by Randy Johnson

You've been dead for the same amount of time that you lived, forty-two years.
You were loved and your death devastated each and every one of your peers.
You didn't perform in all fifty states, one state that you missed was Montana.
You performed your last concert on June 26, 1977 in the state of Indiana.
Two of your hit songs were 'All Shook Up' and 'Hound Dog'.
You had great taste in motorcycles, you sure did love Hogs.
You had a wonderful life but not a life that was long.
When doctors constantly prescribed those pills, it was wrong.
You loved to give away Cadillacs, you truly had a heart of gold.
It was very sad to lose you when you were only 42 years old.

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Moon Spawn
by Quinn Smorenburg

This heat, confrontational;
chips carried on shoulder.
Never breathe, think,
speak, drink till closer
bringing itself in you.
Addictions begin to
blossom. Whore house
posse; optics lopping.
Spun room; coughing.
Hid moon. Tossing.

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Black Magic
by Brendon Hall

Winter rolls in just in time to freeze my heart
Close my eyes and take me back to the start
Before the storm rolls in and black magic clouds my brain
Can’t help but wonder how long I can sustain

A corrupted heart, thoughts darker than the abyss walked
The remedy flowing through my veins, as I lose my ability to talk
Strolling through the valley of the shadow of death
Looking around and notice I’m the last one left


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19. War Is(n't) Over
by Kea Campbell

I'm proud of you for winning your silent battles,
The toughest decisions that you keep from prattle.
Clap for every single day you refrain from incisions,
Clap for every single time you say 'no' to addictions.
Whatever it is, you deserve the recognition,
The choice to get up, keep going, fulfilling envisions.

I'm proud of me for still holding the towel,
I never threw it in, instead, in I put dowels.
I wouldn't've made it to today if it weren't for my friends,

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Despairing Exaltation
by Alexander Palmer

I slept beside the devil
her wax flesh melted into mine
the air was rust, long dried blood,
the air was fine red wine,
she was a god in her own right
a transgression divine.

desperation, our preservation,
etched into my skin
prayer marks, satanic symbols,

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Moon Spawn
by Quinn Smorenburg

This heat, confrontational;
chips carried on shoulder.
Never breathe, think,
speak, drink till closer
bringing itself in you.
Addictions begin to
blossom. Whore house
posse; optics lopping.
Spun room; coughing.
Hid moon. Tossing.

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Cigarette
by Thomas Gallagher

I make love to the material world through you.

My lips touch yours, and you hate me when I’m gone.

You’re terrible for me and I say we’re through.

But we both know I won't last till dawn.

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Getting High
by turbo1904 Middaugh

I was too busy
getting high to
raise my kids.
I kept getting high,
over what I did.

I was too busy getting high,
to do the right thing.
As you get older regret,
burns, bites, and stings.

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