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An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
When it came to compassion, God didn't show him any.He decided to drive his car after he had a few too many.He hit another car head on.He didn't survive, he is gone.
Kids not born with a syndrome,
could still inherent trauma
A whole people over four
generations, treated like lower fauna
I sit, watching him drink even though he’s wasted.
Blotchy skin, red and damp, and the slick guitar strummed under slurring words.
i wish you would hold me
like you hold that glass bottle
like its the only thing that can comfort you,
the only thing that accepts you,
the only thing capable of keeping your demons at bay
Monastery monochrome,
boom balloon machine, and oh,
diamond rings and gutter bones.
Marching up some mountain,
with our aching planning.
I kickstarted your heart, Benz.
Pushed your fetal blood in the right direction,
connected your neurons.
The foam in your infant lungs,
I turned that into oxygen.
I was intoxicating wasn't I?
I had such a combustible presence in your midst you couldn't handle any missteps
When I gave you a subtle kiss when I told you I could've loved you
a shed full of bottles,
some empty, some sparing
but a drop of umber syrup for a
thirsty traveler.
pots and pans had long stacked up
It started with pain in her bellyHer vision became blurryHer legs refused to listen to her mindThe pain, the physical painunbearableHer handsClumsybut not too clumsy to pour a drink
As a tribute to my dad now one year clean.
To the bottom I go
When I’ll be back, I don’t know
I get lost on the way
To a place I’ll stay
I wish this wasn’t something in my life
But when someone else does it, it becomes my strife.
You crack another can open; I feel it cut into my soul.
I won’t keep the sorrow unspoken; dying must be your goal.
he wears a too-wide grin
as honeydew skin turns crimson
freckles spread across his face like stars,
his eyebrows try to escape into that carrot red hair
laughing, squinting, stumbling to the beat of the soundtrack
You are worth more to me than bloody knuckles and purple bruises
Because I love you, I won't
You are more important than my foolish teenage desires for intimacy
Because I love you, I won't
May 23, 2013
she worried about him
as his family drama drew his cigarette closer
as the smoke filled his lungs, time kept getting slower.
as the aroma of nicotine filled the air, she could feel and smell his hurt and despair.
The wine I drank
felt like it was spilling down the walls.
I vomited harshly into my friend's toilet,
reminding myself why I hate being in this position.
My head pounds, my eyelids heavy.
I once asked my mother
I once asked my mother to stop
drinking
When she asked why, I warned
her of the dangers it could bring.
“Can I have my idiot back?”
The smell of stale beer,
The stink of stupidity;
They assault me.
“Can I have my idiot back?”
The owner looks at me,
Gestures to him,
Forgets me.
Clinking ice tinks the glass
Fire water from fermented grain
Smooth liquid flows down past
Two fingers stack up on task
Soothing stomach tames
Rich flavor aged in cask
Puff, Puff
Inhale
Puff, Puff
Inhale.
Sip your whiskey,
how does it taste?
Like the tears I've cried over your abandonment?
Like the gravel I've paced back and forth on,
There is a voice in the back of my skull that screams for release,
That can only be found in a razor blade, or between your lips.
If I pick and prod at my flesh enough I realize soon enough I can't feel anything,
The more I drink the more my mind becomes numb. I'll continue to pour this posion down my throat until I can forget your name. Until all of the thoughts of you running through my mind is gone.
Sitting here daydreamingAll the time my brain is…Scheming, scheming, scheming. Even given all I knowMy brain just wantsAnother go, another go Consequences do not deter me now It won't hurt, here's how Nothing can stop this trainMy addled alcoholic
I was pathetic.I was lost.I wasn’t me anymore…. because of you.
I would indulge in..I would desperately seek.I would want…. alcohol because of you.
SilenceAll there ever wasAll there ever isI hope it won't always beSilenceBetween usAgainst usFor usIt's tortureDaysMonthsYears of silence at a timeI can't stand it anymore.
one hit
a bottle of jack
i cannot breathe
but my bones are laughing.
my lungs struggle to keep up
with my racing thoughts.
1. Get a job, hold on to it. I am not in the habit of buying liquor for other tummies besides my own.
2. Please, go to school. Get a degree. Smart people have a way of holding intelligently stupid drunk conversations.
Day is not for
drinking, drugging or dating.
Night is for
neglect, nicotine and nakedness.
Revel in the
rambunctousness, rabidness and release.
Wake in the morning with
I wake up to armies marching and battling inside my head.
It is all gunfire and dropping mortals,
Men ducking for their lives,
Commanding Officers yelling orders,
And dying men screaming out for their mamas,
You came home late last night
I noticed not because I waited for you
but because when you're outside pounding on the door you were moaning your name
baby, i drank a little something
but i still can't get you out of my mind
i drank a little something,
just a little bit of wine.
i drank a little something,
but i still can't find the right frame of mind.
I’m drinking on this rooftop patio; bitters and absolut and citrus and vodka and ginger, something sweet to mask the alcohol, on the rocks, maybe in a champagne glass.
What made her leave?
Was it the broken bottles
that collided with the broken bodies?
Was it the river that poured
not only pain,
but anger?
Or maybe it was the
faceless child
Everyone says that college
is all about drinking.
That college
is all about sex.
They say college
is the time to party,
Toast to a Park Bench
Everyone sees the alcoholic
that is passed out on the same
park bench every morning, rain or shine,
even though some pretend that they don't.
TOOK the KEYSBY MIRA WILDER 2014Hey pretty lady...how bout...just one more shotbut the sweet bar tenderat the end of the barsaid "man your wasted" andyou better get out"your 86'd
When day becomes night
What's wrong becomes right
Sin has no shame
All wounds loose their pain
The night of the wild
Their howls to the sky
Forgetting the day
an unreachable high
The faint smell
Of tobacco. That hated smell,
Forever fused into
Skin, sheets and Mind.
Last night,
Every flashing light
Every piercing shriek
Every bass note from the
bottoms up to this
broken heart
for it, too,
like this glass in
my hand,
knows what its like
to be emptied
Never been shown, what to do or to say,shown what is known, when I write and I play.My choices are my own, and my own they will stay,restricted to me, when I wake or I lay.
He couldn't put the bottle down,His sorrow was unrequited,His hands were unstable,And another shot soothed him,Comforted by the burn,A physical rather than mental hurt.
Remember the Night
She went to that party, she took that first drink,
She forgot about life, and drank the next drink.
Fakebook.
Instastab in the heart.
Subtweeter.
Real babies,
Not dolls.
Drinking beer,
Not juice.
YOLO, swaggin'
Getting turnt up.
This generation
i called him last night
it was 5:23 am
the phone went to voicemail-he was sleeping because he had to work in the morning
my friends tried to take the phone away from me
One too many times, I swallowed away the pain
While all the time, you were buying my love
and I am still overdosing, choking on you endlessly
Past is a flask
Once filled and drunk,
Now bare of its liquor
Only the scent lingers on
I've never held a beverage to my lips
I imagine beer tastes just like piss
And I can't believe I'm sober as I'm saying this
But I'm sure I've tasted intoxication.
You're just like the bottom of a bottle
You think you’ve moved onLike a bird taken flightBut I think of you moreLike a piece of debrisBroken and floating further and further awaySoon I won’t even be able to pull you back
Look at that cold damp bench
guess what ? that’s my home
A dagger to my heart
that led me to this
Ever feel like you were born in the wrong time?In a time where no one really thinks,and at every corner there comes a new crimeshouldn't it be time we worked out all of the kinks?Girls are getting pregnant
Lost.
Drifting absently through a void, separating my adolescence from my truth.
Fear snaps me out of my reverie.
I'm not addicted to the parties and the bottles
I'm just addicted to having fun and looking like a model
Goin out with my girls
Hair did
Makeup on point
Outfit skin tight
I'm sick of the struggle.The uphill battle I constantly face.The decision on whether or not to stayor leave from this place.This poem won't even express it.
Why drink before you are aloud?
Why smoke to feel happy?
Why party with people you don"t like?
Why be someone you aren't?
I just don't understand me generation.
I don't own a lot of things
all i have are these set of strings
i played my way through the southern streams
You say you didn't drink that much.No one tries to stop you. You take the keys and drive off. You didn't realize the light was red, you kept going. You wake up in the hospital,
Feels like I'm going crazy
Can't let these thoughts take control over me
Wanting a drink
Or a sense of pain
I tell myself I need it
It started to become a daily routine
Happening for years
I’m sorry if it’s strange, but I don’t feel right
And it’s taken me a while to figure out why.
Now it’s hit me, I know why I feel so undone.
I’m just not fighting anymore.
A tattooed anchor entwined in the symbol for infinity sits on her hip bone, which juts out like a cliff over her great barrier reef.
I thought that I was normalThe average teenagerWho stressed about the futureThat loomed on my horizonAnd watched Pixar moviesAnd had nerf gun warsBecause adulthood was waitingTo snatch my childhood up
Broken home
Broken heart
Torn from the inside out
Just ripped apart
………………………………..
You’re behind my scars
Don't text and drive
But that's for a car
Text and bike?
You already know
Bikes are useful to get around
So are skateboards
Which gets negative critic?
The one you don't hold on to
Wrap your fingers around the bottle,
another sip,another swallow.
Try to keep your shaking hands still,
as you try to down the pills.
Welcome to the land of numb,
nothing hurts,nothing's fun.
17 and scarred4 years of a hellGroup of friends to hardly none
Drama spreading faster than wildfireKnives sharpened and reused on someone else's backBlame being pointed everywhere but the source
At the bottom of this drink,
Having one more, to this I think.
It only oppresses the past so much,
It will never bring back your feel, or your touch.
Instead its the temporary amnesia I seek,
It's always harder
when your sober.
you feel more
out of control
lost to the people
around you.
Why I write, is so I can have an outlet.
My lips are frozen, my voice is broken, I can't express how I feel because I-
am softspoken.
Why I write, is so I can vent.
hey daddy, it's me, you're little girl...
I need to tell you something that will make you want to curl.
I went to that party, it was right down the block,
but I didn't bother telling you, I was distraught.
My face is broken; it can’t show emotion anymore.
I didn’t smile enough, and I frowned for too long.
Hey Dylan,
I’ve been here for you for a while now.
But for 19 years straight, you’ve been nothing but a villain.
Your love toward me, you disavow.
I didn’t do anything to deserve this.
With each puff,
Fire, light, inhale.
Breathe, obsorb the poison.
Deep breath, obsorb the smoke.
Feel The Addiction Take Over.
Breathe, obsorb the pain.
Deep breathe, obsorb the cancer.
Feel The Addiction Take Over.
Oh when the drugs wear out and the crash kicks in
painful glares pierce through yout thick skin
and it all comes down to who you are with in
not who you try to be, just to fit in
present tense present
tense present tense.
when he vomits
it gallops
it leaps
it ballerinas
from his mouth.
it is an off-yellow quicksilver gazelle.
He laid there in his bed
Motionless, clinging to life by one single thread
His memories reflecting through his eyes
If only he had the chance to give one last goodbye
So tired and broken, frail and worn out
Oops.
I am not in love with you,
But I have written too many poems
With your names in all of the blank spaces
To ignore this feeling.
She used to be an innocent girl
But the devil has changed her
Staring in a mirror
The reflection is a stranger
She yells out to God
With tears running down her cheek
Praying to become strong
The car is packed and you can't wait
Off to college, brand new state.
The drive was long but worth the ride,
The world awaits when you arrive.
It is 1960 and there are two drinking fountains.
Colored on the left, white on the right.
A young black girl shuffles her feet forward slowly in line.
They drag along the dirt and make lines in the ground.
