Poetry

The Ghost in the Whiskey Bottle

Whiskey Sours

Isn’t your lower lip dour?

The Whiskey power

Sour no more

Have you heard the back lore?

Stumbling I cower

Slowly

crumbling you rise back don’t you feel like a flower?

 

Beautiful coward.

By: Brittany Groat

Paper Shell

Mr. Economics man

Don’t you think the fake bill

You spill is fucked

The green sheen on your small spleen

Shows through your paper thin skin.

No wonder why you talk so careful

You know if we saw through

You we’d rip you as easy as that

Paper

You tout like it’s our spout to

Nurse on like mothers milk.

By: Brittany Groat

A Light in the Dark

A light in the dark,

A revelation in thou heart

With a realization of the Cruelty,

A damaged heart,

With a sense in compassion,

A light in the dark,

Without heart, that now spirit walks

Without light, though mists of reconciliation

A light in the dark,

Without revelation,

Without realization

A light in the dark,

A damaged heart

With a realization

Controlled by a revelation,

Only in redemption,

Can a spirit form a realization?

Only after a light in the dark

With a form of confession

With reconciliation from a ecclesiastic,

Who gave the key to revelation?

A path to realization,

The source of redemption

And the essence of reconciliation

To establish a light in the dark

By: Steven Beason

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