by Rob Sanders_____ Do you remember the splash of red high and to the right?Above our heads in the ravine?We wanted to look,Dreaded to look. Hated to look.The little girl, dead and desecrated?Rap...
by Rob Sanders_____ I miss the empty placesWith nothing in betweenThe ghost-haunted ruinsOf forgotten Eastern kings Where you see goats trembleAs they hop along the cliffAnd lizards scamper mad...
by Rob Sanders Crying in the night Trying to hear Through the whiskey and the tears. I’m tired and can’t sleep. Men talking long dead, buried deep. I’m really tired, so fucking beat. I stil...
My friend sits on a couch at home Shivering, Quivering, hallucinating in fear. Detoxing… Pills, Pain, and Beer. When I sit down and begin to speak He rolls his eyes, shifts slightly Are you rea...
by Rob Sanders When you’re cold and aloneOn the dark side of night,You’re lying on rocksShivering – cold or fright?The mortars are boomingacross the valley below,And you’re thankful. Snap...
by Rob Sanders My brothers drink too much Occasionally do drugs or God In excess. They love and hate according to the day and the mood. We love our wives and girlfriends And hate them too… Some...
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