I fainted last night.
To much liquor,
They lay me on the couch,
Let me rest my liquor soaked brain.
Couldn’t I have died?
Who really cares?
People are so egotistical,
No harm in that- so am I,
I’m just a Goddamn hypocrite.
The doctors tell me I have a drinking problem.
I take medicines that work badly with liquor.
Made myself promise to give it up.
Never did.
I don’t drink that much.
I’m just a Goddamn hypocrite.
Seas of Medicine bottles and pills lay scattered across the floor.
The faucet spews liquor,
I’m always to buzzed to clean the house.
Don’t have a job,
I don’t have a drinking problem,
I just drink every now and then.
I’m a gold star among the twinkling lights in the sky.
I’m just a God damn hypocrite.
The clock had stopped- long ago.
I don’t drink anymore.
My boyfriend left me.
Said I was a useless drunk
Said I was trash
Said I my as well be the ash in the ashtray,
That I flick from my cigarettes.
They lie.
All lie.
I am not a drunk,
I’m not?
I don’t have a problem,
I don’t!?
Am I a damned hypocrite?
Author notes
Ativan- a Benzo- many describe it as "liqour" in a pill form
A contest entry
- What's in a name? by whispernthedark.
625 points, ended June 6, 2007, 29 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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It's very hard to face the day that you have to throw away your crutch, and unfortunately too many people can't do it. Very well written, thank you for the entry in the contest. Good luck.
whisper
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wow.. i think i've said a lot of these same things.. althought my case isn't as severe, i have a job, i'm going to college, on scholarship, and i still have a very social life... i can honestly say i hope i don't end up like you, thanks for sharing this, it takes a lot of courage... you have touched my heart personally, thank you for that.. and good luck... keep fighting...
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wow that is like my life story. i know i shuld stop and i even went to an aa meeting but i dont want to. its the only thing that makes me happy. wow i love the poem. i hate drinking but at the same time i love it. my friends say i do it to much but i dont think so. oh well ill see what happens. -
Very interesting write. It was really like being inside someone's thoughts. My father recently quit drinking, yet he still swears he never had a drinking problem, so I could really see where some of the poem was coming from. It's hard to admit to yourself that you have a problem, and that denial can take a lot out of your life, as you have shown in this piece. The story your poem tells conveys the pain of losing everything because of alcohol, and that sadly happens to a lot of people. I like the repetition of the word "hypocrite". It was just enough to drive the point in. And I agree with the others, that we are all hypocrites in some way.
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MAx, very good write, it just, kind of falls down the page. And yes Max, my sweet, we are all hypocrites in some way or another. This is wonderfully written and I give you 5/5!!!
Love ya sweetie,
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aw so sad max...but you know wut were all hypocrite's in our own way...
another great right
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very confusing but in a good way! loved it
Hope you stop by and check my poems out! thanks and goodbye
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