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Ian Phillips Poem
Picking up where we left off among the stains and stable troughs my hand becomes
a path into my veins
And if I manage to shake off this dredge in which I walked across the longest bridge
and toppled off like rain
But saints and saintly sinners cracking smiles and pointing fingers washing stains
from the windows painted red
Will try but quickly failing, to stay awake I'm sailing out this waking nightmare aching
twitching bed
My shadow has a name and a stately white horse figure clutch me closely breathe
your gold inside of me
For if I fall profusely, make sure to not refuse me one more wisping float atop the
sparkling sea
And all the times I scream and shout inside my head not coming out my mouth the
way it crawled across my eyes
And every time that I want out each door beside me spewing grout reminds me that
this hallways' a disguise
So lying here my belly aches grinding false bicuspids shake my head falls off and
rolls under this bed
Leaning sideways looking round I notice that this filthy ground is no more less or
more than what's been said
So everything is every thing and all the things are everything and everything but
nothing will delude
And so my time spent rummaging in other's rooms beneath their feet they never
woke and here I must conclude
Copyright © Ian Phillips | Year Posted 2011
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Walking along the coarse cobbled street, a murmur arises from under my feet
and sends a stiff chill through my bones
Spinning in place from what I mistook, I am certain now it certainly looked
that my right shoe complained of the stones
This covering shaped to cover my foot is spitting and hissing and covered in soot
telling me please go away
But I knowing better, this foe made of leather must have nowhere else it can stay
With stealth and great guile I make shore in a mile, kicking up sand as I flee
With a grunt and a throw, I clutch and let go til that shoe is submerged undersea
Later that night, full moon locked in flight I awoke with a scream of indemnity
The shoe had returned and quickly I learned, containing a pedal extremity
Copyright © Ian Phillips | Year Posted 2011
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Ian Phillips Poem
Could have been lost forever
Could have been left for gone
With all these thoughts of never
Never without Yvonne
Standing here today
I can hardly see
Drifting far away
Take me there with you
Now that I am all
Drifting far away
Away
Copyright © Ian Phillips | Year Posted 2011
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Sharks in the water
Surrounded by my suicide
Trouble with reality
My parents went ahead and lied
Telling me they love me,
While showing me they don’t
Will they ever change inside?
Chances are they won’t
All they’ve ever given me,
Keeps me full of rage
Piss away the things I need
My inheritance a cage
Maybe it’s just no one’s fault
Maybe it’s bad luck
Maybe I’m just dumb as rocks,
But I don’t give a f##k
So don’t be fooled by bourgeois charm,
Or think I need your touch
The truth is though we’ve never met,
I hate you just as much
Copyright © Ian Phillips | Year Posted 2013
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