SMcIlhon
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It's Just The End of Days (That's All)A Poem by SMcIlhonThere was a computer game we'd play about building civilizations. I played on a computer they'd laugh at. Too slow. I'd lose. One fire would sta.. |
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BlindnessA Poem by SMcIlhonThe wheelchair lift broke. The girl in the wheelchair was securely fastened - but backwards. She faced her peers and prayed. Time was dying. Sl.. |
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Skin DeepA Poem by SMcIlhonSkin Deep She holds the cold glass to her face and its condensation kisses her cheeks reminding her she’s still alive. She wonde.. |
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Therapy For MeA Poem by SMcIlhonWhen it comes to ugliness or the self-decaying alcoholic, I’m well schooled. I’ve painted pictures of bleak, of despair.. |
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DowntownA Poem by SMcIlhonThe dirty smells of homeless on the streets give me a weary sense of human hope. They kick beer cans and flick butts at their feet with disre.. |
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WeA Poem by SMcIlhonWe The sun pierced the clouds and the trees, which covered everything. The woods so dense, mid-summer felt like early spring. The wind whipp.. |
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AstrayA Poem by SMcIlhonAstray You find yourself walking through narrow alleys where footsteps slap the ground in rhythm with your quick beating heart. Looking up .. |
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The Exit DoorA Poem by SMcIlhonThe dim bar light crystallizes your former friendsas you fiddle with the phone in your front right pocket.Your smile fools no one, nor does it remov.. |
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Drugs and Dark BarsA Poem by SMcIlhonHe called it oxycotton and I took it. Nothing happened, at first, and the Jameson bottle grew more green with less of its brown contents The.. |
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The ArtistA Poem by SMcIlhonHe walks by his favorite restaurantbut it's too busyso he keeps on walking.His awkward blue suit probablyprovides little protection from the cold,le.. |
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