A cigarette – I can’t remember which- But it wasn’t my first Set me alight With the haze of the night Coming into focus And the lights –they were bright- promising and new but familiar to you.
I mourned for your innocence While you mocked mine Engraved on my face With awe and surprise I’d follow this person –In time- To the debauched depths of society And thank them for their guidance With ritual anarchy.
Later…when we’re coming down And destruction feels like a chore Even to the self I go for another smoke Craving like before I pull a carton from your bag Filled only with ash It’s not from a cigarette Just what’s left of your past.
BIO:My name is Daniel Pearce I am an English Lit graduate from Liverpool John Moores University with a penchant for old world romanticism and a passion for reading, writing and poetry. My greatest ambition is to feel comfortable enough to refer to myself as a writer without passers-by choking on their disbelief.
Matt Rouse ’32˚ Fahrenheit’
I walk carefully barefoot With these loud noises in my brain I am not sorry we woke you Their argument wasn’t over
I reach out with long arms And clenched fists I cannot make any sense of it The cold has made me numb
I dig with both hands Into hard grey cement I am not worried about the thieves around me I have nothing left to take
I push the green button That ends the phone call I am bruised but not bleeding Your thorns are blunt from overuse
I take a drive along the beach Down a narrow ill-lighted road I hold no grudges in the aftermath The fog here is so thick
BIO:Matt Rouse lives and writes in Orange County California where he practiced controlled burns at local poetry readings and is a founding member of the Black Napkin Poetry Circle. He was the Co-Champion of the 2015 Pond Water Holiday Mess.
Anthony Keers ‘Got a Job Yet?’
Worried faces aged in youth. Victims of economic eccentrics, fugitive financial criminals who hold the prison key and politicians with two blind eyes.
Their prospects lie like forgotten tools in the depths of a disused gold mine, their opportunity is grasped by their gassy hands, slipping away into the handshake of someone they needed to know.
Nothing but sad statistics to society, disposable fillers of part time contracts, concerns for weary parents.
When doing more often leaves you nailed to the starting line,
What else can you do except smile through the rain clouds.
And wait for the rainbow to show its colours.
BIO:Anthony Keers lives in the city of Manchester, England. He has recently graduated with a degree in Business Management and his passion is for environmental sustainability and exploring new ways in which humanity can promote an environmentally healthier lifestyle. Anthony writes poetry and short stories in his spare time.
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