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I don’t even know where to begin
My whole world has collapsed
I feel like an unwanted sin
How do you tell someone you’ve relapsed?
The pain I see in my friend’s eye
The immense guilt she feels crushes me
Larger, wine, port and spirits,
Porter, stout, dark mild, real ale and rum,
Cider - strong of course, whiskey with no ice in it,
Baileys, sherry, moonshine, however it comes,
Tell me again oh father of mine,
Sob and howl repeat "she's died!"
Your twin sister that died in babyhood,
Manipulating us, feel the pity that you think we should,
There's a party,
Everybody is lit,
Drinking and Smoking,
Posting pics with their new outfits.
Party in a mansion,
Tables turning with red cups,
My team need a coupple hook-ups,
If I hide behind the curtin, I can put less work in,
People see my curtin and think I'm perfect,
not knowing my friends and I drink,
partying it up, drinking with people in sync,
Forget Me Not
*controversial*
Morning sickness brings the blues,
Monthly cycle is overdue.
She was drunk that night,
Flinging morals in the wind,
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
What I Hate
Do you know what I absolutely hate?
What makes me so sick to my stomach?
And my skin crawl with repulsion?
I’ll tell you what I hate:
Outside
It seems as if she’s fine
Beautifully beautiful in every way shape and form
Her smile lights up the world as if god turned on the heavens
Well at least when she shows it
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
Life's a party,
One you can never leave.
So live it up,
break it down,
and never regret anything you do.
Because in the end,
it makes you who you are.
Tony.
The name on a pizza but
That wasn’t your name.
It’s just what people called you when you held
Slimy beers in your hand
When you had a pipe and some
Green leaves, white powder,
Feelin’ Uneasy
"I hate you!" I'd scream at my parents as a kid with little knowledge of the meaning
Hate: a word so harsh many have trouble believing there's ever a reason to legitimately mean it
This is a poem I wrote from the perspective of Nick Carraway in "The Great Gatsby". It's purpose is to show the disorder produced by expanding desires or greed.
In a dark corner is where she'll lay. Silently her tears will fall; one. She'll reach across and grab her knife; two. She'll listen in to her father's voice screaming at her mother. To the sound of his hand meeting her face; three.
he says he hasn't had that much
but he'll just use it as a crutch
and spend all day drinking away pretending that it doen't affect us.
but it does
and when we call grandma he'll be drinking it off,
We drank to fade awayuntil it worked.When the morning light painted the bodiesthat we were still trapped in,we fell asleep;too exhausted to carethat we still existed.
Please Note: There is a trigger warning for this poem.
When I was 8 years old
I felt you become so cold.
Still, I tried to crawl in your lap for warmth
This is for the man on the corner of First and Dunn
with a sign that breaks hearts and makes everybody run
home to their heaters and high-tech computers
He loved alcohol
more than your love
Like ever guy ,he said
those words that made you cave in
Guess he thought it was enough
To make it work
To fall in love
Earsplitting music, flashing lights,
The time: two hours past midnight.
Clouds of smoke hang in the air,
And sounds of vulgar language blare.
A man is sitting by the bar
Consumed by vodka and cigars.
stumbling, slurring
on the wet grass
kissing him
hitting him
fire snaps, crackles
6 am cock crow
sandwiched between
blue velveteen
and James Dean
Get an advil, please
As a teenager, time and time again, I am asked the question, "want a drink?" My response to the request always catches the others by surprise. Do I want a drink? To me, this question is so much more.
Get Em
Get Em
Get Em
Party Party Party
Cups stacked along the corners of a torn house
Aligned like a house of cards, fragile
Reeking of booze, alcohol
Oops spilled some on the floor
I'd show him what he asked for
If he called me beautiful,
I'd take another shot
If I could prove that I'm fun,
I'd agree we were "just messing around"
If I could feel his love
On a night like tonight,
I live my life by a code
To never get drunk nor high,
But people think me queer or rude.
My code exiles me from the cliques,
Never invited to outings or parties,
Never asked to stand in the student body.
Brilliance was burned away
We drank away our thoughts
Gambled which would stay and which would go,
We didn't know.
