the voices are overwhelming
I can hear so many conversations in my head a few good mostly not
all pointing to one subject
her
they talk about her life choices
making mentions of her checkered past.
Just another junkie, might as well throw her in the trash.
I'll say this line I just heard is classic
she is like problems you stuff in basements and attics.
An addict in an attic well that's a new play on words.
one voice cuts through all these conversations with three simple words
She has God.
He has seen every wrong and every wrong made right.
He walked with her in darkness and still brought her back to light.
He has watched every moment when she thought she was alone.
The nights she cried herself to sleep, in the car she called her home.
He seen all these things and still sees her for who she is.
All voices now stopped.
Thank you to the Father
my Savior, my Rock.
Isaiah 55:8-9
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Disclaimer: This poem is intended to be humorous...no ill intent or pointing fingers at anyone's poetic style
I am ink~
itchy ideas, insisting
every phrase feels plush,
stuffed with swirling, shimmering syllables.
My poem puffs up like a preening peacock of consonants,
a silly, spiraling storm of sounds
stampeding across the page in showy shoes,
tripping over their own tangled tresses
turning simple thoughts into sonic fireworks,
I still scribble on,
a stubborn servant of sumptuous speech,
savoring each soft, spiraled sparkle
even though the poem pleads for peace
from my persistent, passionate, perilously plentiful alliteration.
I'm hurting, I'm wounded –
looking for an escape.
This life’s become unbearable –
there's nowhere I feel safe.
If only there was something –
(that) could take away my pain.
I searched for any remedy –
(that might) make me want to stay.
I drink on any antidote –
I'd stitch me up myself.
I'd literally do anything –
to find something that helps.
But I don't have the tools –
nor do I have some type of potion.
The ways, they come and go –
I'm overwhelmed with my emotions.
So, if I were to find something –
that might make me feel sane;
something to bring me peace –
and calm the noise inside my brain.
I'd probably believe it first –
that it were just a dream.
I don't think that I would believe –
that it were what it seemed.
I'd likely think it were a hoax –
just lies coded with glitter.
Not all that glitters is real gold –
so what makes this thing differ?
Don't get me wrong, I'd try it –
I’d risk it all for new found hope.
If there were just the slightest help –
I do anything to cope.
I’ve found an all new low –
is it just me, or am I dying?
I'm running out of options –
so tell me: what else is worth trying?
Fascination for the low life part of town
Down the street your head spins round
Don't be caught alone around here night
Bring a gun or you’ll get knifed
By a Gracemont Methhead low life
Don't be born into Okie society
Pay for love, the hate comes free
You’ll have enough money for the rest of your life
If you don’t marry some Latina tramp low life
Don't know exactly where I am
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
I must have sampled the Mexican clam
Didn’t wear a condom ignoring the doctor's warning
I’ve been here too long to be afraid anymore
Can't reach the bed so I sleep on the floor
You can get so stoned you think you can fly
But there is no way you’ll get high
In the Oklahoma low life
i FEEL IT INSIDE OF ME,
THE DEEP DARKNESS THAT'S CRIPPLING MY MIND BODY AND SOUL,
CREEPING AND LURKING TEARING ME APART PIECE BY PIECE,
READY TO BE LET OUT,
IM SCREAMING FROM WITHIN,
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?
DOES ANYONE EVEN CARE?
IT'S ALL THESE DEMONS RUNNING RAMPID AND DEEP,
OVERFLOWING AND COMPOUNDING,
i CAN NOT SEE THE LIGHT,
MY FALME OF HOPE IS SWINDLING,
ALMOST OUT,
I WANT TO YELL OUT PLEAE SAVE MEM
BUT THE MISERY AND DARKNESS RESTRAINS ME,
IF I OPEN MY CHEST OF AGONY ,
WILL YOU BE THERE TO CONSOLE ME?
HOLDING ME CLOSER AND TIGHTER,
UNTIL MY SUFFERING IS DONE,
CAST OUT ALL MY DEMONS,
AND SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
I woke up and felt dead.
Nothing new, but I’m spurred on by tonight’s events,
A chance to drink and party with friends.
I didn’t understand my lecture and the tutorial went over my head,
But it’s fine, it’ll be drunkenly forgotten by the time I’m in bed.
Mondays are tough, I’m not rewarded refuge from the noise,
I’m left yearning for the next night out with the boys.
When I won’t stress about uni,
When I no longer hate the way I look,
The scars disappear as if the alcohol took- all the that pushes me over,
All the restless torments and stupid insecurities,
But they’ll be back, and worse, as soon as I’m sober.
The floodgates reopen and the water floods my mind,
Accompanied by headaches and nausea entwined,
Now it’s worse than ever because all that I can think,
Is when an earth can I next drink.
Years of addiction has definitely taken
a toll
I’m not even sure when I actually lost
control
The constant scheming to get what
I need
With the sting of the needle I instantly
I felt freed
That feeling didn’t last very long
at all
Before I knew it I was making
another call
All my bridges I left broken and
burned
This hell I’m living I’ve definitely
earned
Isolation became the only thing
that I knew
Sticking a needle in my arm was the
only way to get through
I’m now left with tracks and there was
never a train
The wild beast of addiction I still can’t
contain
I’m broken and my life I’ve throw
away
I’m nothing but an addict what more
can i say
I was on the verge of total annihilation
So it was time to get some rehabilitation
Can’t believe it was a doctor that got
me addicted
That’s something I would have never
predicted
Before I realized it I had lost all control
My free will, it had definitely stole
I was tired of being alone and
disconnected
Praying for my life to be resurrected
I got down on my hands and knees
Begging that I could beat this
disease
I was so far gone, I had nothing
to give
But I kept pushing forward cause I
wanted to live
For so many years I lived a life of
oppression
Getting sober is now my new obsession
Tough letting go of what I thought
was my identity
Now I’m one step closer to finding
true serenity
Hello honey
I’m here to tell you
Dad is drunk again
He lost his ‘bout
An hour ago and
by gawd
He’s an animal
In every sense
goddamn
Yet I want to assure you
He is ever so thankful
You got your heart to lend
With your beautiful existence :)
I found this site called Poetry Soup
Here you can get applause from a group
So I started writing poems, none make the best
My family tells me to "give it a rest."
I need some tough love, some commenter to say
"Your talent is poor, go outside in the day."
Instead, the site policy is to always give praise
Can anything save me - I hope it's just a phase.
Every time I say a sentence, I think of a rhyme
For instance, "dime, time, buy some outshine"
Can't stop rhyming, can't stop writing
I can't get a life that is more exciting.
So to all you young men, sitting on that stoop
Stay away from Poetry Soup
Find yourself another hobby, get some fresh air
Don't be like me, stuck in this creative lair.
Searching for a word, sinking in despair.
It’s a shame, really
This feeling
It burns
The only way
That I can explain it
To the Non-Addict is
You want something
A specific something
To change your mood
But at the same time
You don’t
Yet you act on it anyway
Rehab
That
You didn’t teach me that this would be a lifelong sentence of surveillance
You just gave me a certificate
Slapped me on the back
And said
“30 days was enough”
Why is it so hard to climb just 12 steps?
Peeling clementines while crying
Gotta get it together this time
Partied on the weekend
One drink won’t start a fight
The lights draw me in
They’re saying it will be alright
I’m just a loser
Who has to stay sober on party night
Sitting on dried-up spit
Trying to push my tears down
I’ll be the jester if I cry
The crowd is shouting
Laughing, kissing, waving goodbye
Why can’t I see it?
Why am I not healthy and bright?
My friend is kneeling
Asking if I’m alright
Why can’t I see it?
Why can’t I be a girl full of life
As the night drags the shadows from the day
It's time for me to toss and turn into dreamland
It's hazy here
It's snowing
And I'm up on a ledge
The river below says "If you're going to jump in,
it's sink or swim."
A dove flies by and circles and lands on my shoulder
flutters its wings and says
"Do you know what today is?"
"No" I reply
"It's Christmas Eve, Shhh! Listen!
Can you hear the bells pealing,
The violin cries
The melancholy saxophone, and
The carolers singing?"
Then without a sound, a mime dances up to me
Shoe's away the bird and without a word
does a miming of "Another Auld Lang Syne"
With sad face, and gestures of heartbreak
Then he hands me a letter
The letter reads:
"I want to be holding you, watching Christmas movies
on the couch, with snow falling outside
and the coziness of each other fireside
................love Julie
P.S. You know where to find me"
The breath I took gave me relief
Because you were there in the air.
As soon as I took your grip,
Wanting to cherish every bit of you,
I started with your lip.
When my lips touched yours,
There was nothing else I could ask for.
I wanted to feel all of you.
I wanted to absorb all of you into me.
I wanted all our particles to intertwine.
It was an epiphany; I was yours, and you were all mine.
There was nothing I could see but you.
There was nothing I could feel but relief.
With you still loving my lips, the slower I inhaled,
The more your insecurities you unveiled.
The burn I felt in my chest—
It didn't feel like an injury.
From all insignificant matters,
It gave me rest.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted it to never end.
I wanted to keep holding you.
But with the blink of an eye, you were gone with the wind,
Mixed with that thick white hue.
From feeling your lips with utmost adoration
To not being able to stand you,
We have grown apart.
From intertwining our fingers
To denying each other's existence,
We have fallen apart.
Exhaling all the bittersweet affection,
I don't want you anymore—there is no doubt.
sober now,
and every second screams louder than the last.
the silence i begged for
now drips like acid through my spine.
when i was high,
the world floated —
hazy, dull-edged,
a soft lie i could breathe in.
without choking on memory.
without shaking from truth.
but now i wake up
to light too sharp for eyes that have seen too much,
and sleep with shadows that whisper
every name i try to forget.
they say this is healing.
they say pain is proof i'm alive.
but if this is life —
raw, bleeding,
a wound i carry like a badge —
then maybe i liked dying better.
i miss the numbness.
i miss the nothing.
it was kinder
than this endless parade
of remembering
everything
i ever did
just to feel okay.
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