Sobriety Poems

After Pink Clouds

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                                             After Pink Clouds

     

Building my castle to the kingdom

Building castles within my own confinement 
only to be hit with the harshest of realities
 & replaying what it means to be broken, to heal, and relapse
 over and over again. 
Numbing the weight of so many life choices 
Drowning out screams from all different voices.

Lord please me show me your grace.
Seeing myself in the

Anxiety in Sobriety

Feeling so alone in a crowded room 
Missing your friends while finally seeing who your true friends are 
Wanting to get out and go have fun
But realizing your old ideas of fun only ever landed you in trouble 
Starting to see what everyone else was seeing all along
Ashamed of who you were before
Knowing you never

Sobriety

Sobriety 
For some it’s chasing the tail of
A dragon.
Walking the 
      White
             Line.
Clouds billowing
Through fits
                     Of expelled 

The Adam Poem

Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, 
Adam. 

I do not feel any way about you with poetry -- 
other than it is my experience with you that 

You do not read much of it
At least you do not talk about it.  

If you are reading poetry that I send you 
Or if you are reading poetry

sobriety

celebrate the day
with loving christ a deliverance
one year sobriety

sobriety

Sobriety 

He stopped drinking and looked remarkable
well, his wife was happy, less so his friends who
didn't see him in the bar and when meeting him 
in the street,  his manner was awkward, almost 
formal, a few words of greeting followed by  
silence
He was promoted at work, wore a suit his shoes were polished, and he bought a new car
His

The Vow of Sobriety

Bottles and glasses, left to stand,
As time slips through like grains of sand.
Often adrift, in a half-conscious sea,
This life of escape, it isn't for me.

Emotions submerged, a silent tide,
Demons within, in darkness, they hide.
Endless battles, wear me thin,
Against this foe, I cannot win.

You've stripped away the friends I knew,
My soul you've scarred, no recompense due.
You

Things that go through my brain on a Thursday morning

 In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking hours, Whispers of "what ifs" in my inner towers. A constant ache, a gnawing pain, Regret's cruel hold, an endless chain.

Homage To Living a Sober Life

Drop a rock into a still pond,
and the ripples echo.
A large enough rock,
and a pond sized tsunami,
waves echoing beyond the edges.
Every step I take creates ripples.
Sometimes, a tsunami.
After all, I'm not screaming in outer space.
And the trillions of steps before mine
that gave me the ground I walk on,
need to be acknowledged by the care I

The Retreat: Part 9

The Retreat:  Part 9

Coming Down The Hill

We were warned
That the high upon high
May not hold or be well-received
By the mere mortals below
Yet Cliff's Band of Merrymen
And bonus babes
March forth from Santa's workshops
To conquer, resettle
The islands of misfits
The planets of normies
Like vets returning from battle
The wars at home continue
Some nuclear
But mostly whack-a-mole
Requiring each sentinel
To cover

Sobriety

I want to seek sobriety everyday
I hope to God this sleepless night
I pray and pray away the pain tonight
I want to be okay as I lay here, decaying like a wilted flower in May

I feel this party inside me isn’t over
I feel this party outside my range — I don’t want a drink, no thanks

The Retreat: Part 3

The Retreat:  Part 3

Opening Bell

And you thought YOU had it bad
Cancer
Homelessness
Divorce
Estrangement
Family Death
Pet Death
Molestation
Rape
Depression
Sex Worker
Sex Client
Bad Taste
Bizarre Taste
You people are really ed up
Ok I am too
Let's un—-k ourselves silly
And begin.

(3/24/17)

My Battlefield Cry

My Battlefield cry 

I've never felt so alone,
Stood on a battlefield no army I stand alone, 
Staring straight at the enemy in front of me
This enemy is not stood alone it holds the monopoly over infantry, 
It has infested and infected, hundreds of thousands of souls 
This is a battle you must face alone and

The Gambler

The gambler

It fills my body with heat
From my head to the bottom of my feet
An urge so strong
I know its wrong.
But it takes control of me.

I can go in with my purse full
I leave with nothing but guilt
It eats me alive, knocks me ill
But that drive for more never leaves me.

Everything iv got i put

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