Phill Ibsen, M.o.D

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The Master of Descriptions

Melancholia of The Drunk

  • (To Self, 02)

    God has nothing do with it. He did his best and laid the rest on me. Neither is it your fault that I am the one constantly lurking in the shadows; Unseen, Unwanted, Insulted, and Mocked. Nor is it in my purview to blame you for the attempts I’ve made on my life, to end… Read more

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  • (To Self, 01)

    One of my many flaws is the incapability to unsee the things I have not seen. Especially in the light that I have seen you, and in the darkest of places that you have kept me sane. I’m craving to know you. Perhaps in my desperate attempts I’m tragically falling, and breaking my bones, maybe… Read more

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  • (Stranger Things)

    It was the worst of times when you were getting high on marijuana laced with cocaine, while waiting for a woman to save you from the Odysseys of your sinful pleasures. Only except it wasn’t pleasure, neither pain, but a downtrodden path to self destruction. You couldn’t let God save you for He wasn’t doing… Read more

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  • (Of Weed, Whiskey, Jabba, A Silly Boy and his Goons; Now that’s one hell of a title, anyway….)

    A silly boy falls in love with a woman. Pardon me. A silly boy named Jack, is in love with a woman named Kendi. Then do you know what happens next? Of course you know. Kendi demands of Jack her rightful place. Women are funny that way. Reaches a point when they realize that they… Read more

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  • Broken Dreams

    Originally posted on The Young Doc: https://phillpoet.files.wordpress.com/2020/09/johnny-cohen-velpw5ijywk-unsplash.jpg Photo by Johnny Cohen on Unsplash “Someone once said if you scratch a cynic, you’ll find a disappointed idealist. That really rang a bell with me- because I recognized that, within me, there is this flame, or wishing it were better, wishing people had better lives, that there was more of… Read more

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