Sold on a cheapskate cheesing.
Cupcaked' by a cheesecake reasoning.
Kids, plenty for the
Cakewalk.
Kids, plenty to play
Hopscotch.
Kids, plenty of energy goes
Non-stop.
Disparaging remarks marked up by the
Loudmouth loosened by fool-proof
Foul Alchohol percentages.
It's far too soon to start with those
Remarks.
Gliding by.
Hiding behind our
Rollercoaters' ropes.
Ready to Ride,
Side by Side,
Since this high.
Goodbye.
Razor-sharp wit halved the delicate patience.
Good times vanish, in wood varnish.
Drive-by relief roaming without induction.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Would you still care if I break or fall ,
Would you still be there to console me through it all ?
After the drugs fade , memories take place and now it's hard too stand tall . I ran out of alchohol now I can hear your judgment pass through the empty hall ,
the pains getting deeper should I overdose on tylenol?
See I'd hang myself but I've already been hung up on the wall .
You stare at me you feel my pain but you never call , the stress is weighing on my brain , I'm done playing games , my soul full of pain but I'm just too weak to end it all !
Now mirror on the wall I see the cracks are they outside or within, are they both, which side am I living in? All u do is mock me you ain't my friend , forget you and your friendship this is the end . I got a bullet with your name on it , I may be too weak to end it all
but I can start by freeing the man who was hung up on the wall.
I drink a lot of water everyday
More than the doctor's advice
But in monsoon water is impure
In summer water sources unsafe
I know, nothing purifies like spirit,
So I add my whiskey, just a shot,
In every glass of water I drink.
I of all will never take any risk.
Bitter to the tongue; like overbrewed coffee or ninety percent dark chocolate,
a heavy lump down my throat, I crave for sweet water.
Not too hard to describe, but not too easy to understand.
Like blood, just not sweet. The metallic taste everyone knows, but no one can bear.
An addiction, an overdose,
never tiring, always novel to the tasters.
It burns, it hurts,
the pain doesn’t die.
Like drinking alchohol,
but deadlier and raw.
I don’t want it,
I need it.
I don’t need it,
but I crave it.
Don’t give it to me,
It’s foul,
Give it to me,
I might not live anymore.
Poison for some,
Elixir for some.
Sinful for some,
Paradise for the rest.
Time is precious.
Time is irreplaceable.
In this moment in time
there is a moment that's favorable.
Time ticks, never stops.
From day to night
as the sun drops.
As memories rise to the occassion.
Another killed.
Investigations.
Because of want to be gangsters
and homicidal demonstrations.
Gunshots, bodies hittin the pavement
and in this time, another soul is wasted.
Lives taken.
Just reactin, not thinking.
Never waiting.
Like time.
Drugs and alchohol destroying young minds.
Too many turning down the blinds.
True saying, when they said
The blind can't lead the blind.
Too much disrespect to mankind.
Praying to God for peace of mind.
Wanting, searching,
so hard to find.
The Devil ain't kind,
still I try
because, of my pride.
Hold my head high.
Though it's hard to say goodbye.
R.I.P. to my peeps
the Devil's a lie.
Time is Precious.
Time is a memory
and as time goes on
It fades to infinty.
You will never get that second back.
In the blink of an eye
it's gone.
Just like that.
Like the people we've loved,
and the people we've lost.
In due time
we all have to pay the cost.
As we become memories in time.
In time.
Precious time.
Bordeaux Ben just loved red wine,
Would only drink when dining fine,
Didn't drink beer, wouldn't drink gin,
Mum said, alchohol at home was a sin,
So he ate at restaurants all the time.
There is a connective link
With a "dirty" martini drink
Leaving you "wet" with desire
It's effects can take you higher
As it enters in your system
Sometimes it can you dumb
Like your love did one day to me
But it was not a good dirty
That I felt-the only wet
Were the tears that fell and let
My heart shrivel up to die
Now it is completely "dry"
And in a "pit" of despair
And you do not even care
That I'm hung over for good
Wishing that I never would
Have gotten so intoxicated
I was stupid and not waited
To make sure I was not poisoned
But my heart just had to join in
Tugging and pulling at me
Destroyed by a love martini
Man the drama got deep it always was we grew tired and yes....
Marijuana is addictive; just like alchohol just like cigarettes just like
Politices which translate to gambling and if you think that this world is ?
Ran by flesh as blood then, you've got another thing coming but the good news.
MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE
HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE
HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO
HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN
REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH
A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED
BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED
HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM
HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT,
BUT THE WONDERFUL
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF
WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN
Just like a rubber will you erase me?
when i cut mysef do i bleed?
if i smoke will it kill my lungs
or even if i smoke weed
when i look into a mirror
what do i see
just an empty face
no longing
never ending space
im filling a void
the alchohol fils my head
i can no longer see
inside im empty yet i feel dizzy
i close my eyes all is said
the back hole i dig is when im six feet dead.
A thousand years pass
In the blink of an eye
An alchohol drenched sky
Bring a lighter and set it ablaze
Rancid cigarettes
Gruesome hangovers
Things you do and then forget
People you meet that you regret
Just one more, and I'm done
Next thing you know, you wake up alone
The wood and the wind
The strings and the bend
When I pluck when I strum
Vibrations within
It's not the notes that sound
But my soul deep inside
Relieving little pains
In which they chose to hide
Long nights and cigaretts
Alchohol and deep thought
Drugs and women
And the pain that they brought
Im at the hands of a killer
And I am my shaking gun
Deciding soon tonight
If tomorrow I see the sun
But for now I hold you dear
On this porch you help my pain
Cry with me guitar
And alive I shall remain
loving yet truthful
hurting inside
battered and bruised
for pain that i hide
tormented by my living years
torn inside
hiding my fears
battered through alchohol
suffered through pain
lived with my demons
yet still i remain
done drugs once
in my early life
nearly been engaged
but never a wife
i yearn to belong
to be truhful
to myself
sumtimes i can be wrong
still yet i yearn
for the dream
but what looks pretty
isnt easy as it seeems
maybe theres hope for sumwhere
some one to steal my heart
to really care
i know its not been easy through years
been throgh to much pain
its brought me to tears
i coudnt go through it again
now im living and pray each day
that the past will be
gone to look to the future
slowly moving on...
You shook his hand
he nonchalantly told his name
the type of greeting that
you do to passing strangers
or someone you meet but later forget
not even 5 hours have passed
and your legs are spread
it was easy to get his doggy fed
It's the fact that you did it publicly
that sickened me the most
friends aren't supposed to know
if you want to be a **** than go
but at least be discrete about it
embarrassment in the morning
because we knew what happened
beneath the sheets is a problem
My thoughts on you have changed
and I doubt that you even remember
his name which to me is a damn shame.
There wasn't even any alchohol that you
could blame. It all ended this way
because you wanted it that way.
A one night stand. Another one on
your belt I hope for your sake that
the expressions on everyone's faces
with force you to go get some help.
why be different?
you may dare to ask,
but question to you is,
why bow down and look like an ass?
after the stench of the alchohol lifts and the headache subsides,
there will still be all your friends effected right by your side,
now im not saying that these are rules by which anybody has to abide,
juss saying that when you just give in to fit in it makes you look like a donkeys hide,
if your a good friend of mine and that happens,
in my eyes,
all you stand upon is a giant bookstack of lies,
this may be a hard pill to swallow for some,
but then again if it is, you are probably the one,
that im trying to reach with this poem,
so dont grab my words like dead leaves and throw them,
instead embrace them and try and understand what i write,
maybe you just dont have what im saying in your sight,
but if you just give in to the stereotype,
all you are in my eyes is something that just isnt quite right.
THATS REAL.
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