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She never drank for thirst, She never drank for taste.
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Here I lie in wait Waiting for the demon within to wake.
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"Falling From Grace" She cries herself to sleep,
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Just another day, quitting time at work,
couldn't wait to get out to my car.
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I stopped to think, once
by Griswold
20 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 28 1:44 AM. In Contest, Personal, Thoughts, Weird, Abuse, Alcoholism, Addiction, Drugs, Drinking
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I suffered in silence for many years,
so full of myself, I thought I was God.
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Strange, where life's waters have carried me.
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You slither down my decaying void to my ruined core, My first taste of you soothing my grief,
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So let’s all grab a bottle and hide in our separate corners Who needs the truth when the convenience of denial is so close at hand?
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Awoke with a headache, that's nothing new,
had a piss and a smoke glaring in the mirror.
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I write of my recovery from alcoholism,
as much to help others as to help myself.
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She looks up at the ceiling, as she lays on her bed, Watching the images of scenes, from her head.
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Her legs race, as she searches behind herself, Surrounded by a thick green forest.
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I came to a sudden realization today,
emo kids and this drunken dad are the same.
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Hi, I'm an Alcoholic named Scott,
I know the disease your father's got.
by Griswold
35 lines, 9 comments,
on May 20 7:35 PM. In Contest, Abuse, Alcoholism, Alcohol, Recovery, Personal, Spiritual, Thoughts, Message
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Step one: In authors notes below.
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There’s ghosts in this river
Where sirens are singing
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I hear the metal catch of the latch to the front door
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Ravens gather on the leafless winter trees
in the barren landscape of your forgotten soul
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You're suddenly sober, what do you do? All the time spent drinking no longer filled.
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he had hell tattooed up and down his arms.
visceral scenes of carnage and death and demons peaking through his rolled up sleeves.
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Almost four years since I had my last drink
no longer do I puke in the kitchen sink
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Those pint glass bottomed spectacles
are staring up at me
by anaisnais
37 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 16 9:18 AM. In life, poetry, hope, alcoholism, drink, abuse, family, beer, torment, emotional, sad
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The Vodka, Whiskey, and Rum are near
To take away all my fears
by Raven Vladislav
23 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 14 5:36 AM. In Alcohol, Alcoholism, Drinking, Liquor, Depression, Dark, Pain, Personal, Sad
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My Sweet Lullaby, I see the stars passing by,
and I see my tears falling through the glass.
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A poem from my earlier years... I had fallen within the depths of alcoholism when I wrote this, this poem hits very close to home.
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he could not meet the mirror's eyes; he couldn't avoid its gaze anymore; seven years later; one year after that ...
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Hung over, puking, just another day,
swear I wont drink again, just clear my head.
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Before I slip into consciousness, There is something I must confess,
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I have clawed my way to the apex of despair,
a spot well known, I'm used to being in this place.
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by bby J
40 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 9 3:34 PM 2008. In Eating disorder, Bulimia, Cutting, Self harm, Family, Sad, Pain, Abuse, Alcoholism
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by bby J
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 6 5:37 PM 2008. In Pain, Personal, Family, Alcoholic, Alcoholism, Drugs, Neglect, Life, Sad
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by bby J
34 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 6 5:06 PM 2008. In Self Mutilation, Cutting, Alcoholism, Teenagers, Bulimia, Hope, Pain, Sad, Life
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there’s a bottle of wine sitting on the mantle that’s covered with Christmas paper
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In the morning When all your high-classed friends
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(in kyrielle form)
by vampedvixen
25 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 10 3:28 PM 2008. In alanon, alcoholism, siblings, death, sad, Angst, Life, Pain, kyrielle
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I drink to my friends. I drink to the night.
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And one sip at a time,
You dig yourself into a deeper denial
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He'd come face to face with his dismay But everyday
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Part 1
Stay Tuned for Part 2
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Wicked hangovers every morning
Head in hands, I pray for relief
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I speek of someone very close to me and he so needs help to heal himself . Good time charlie what will it take for him to see he doesnt n
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Thru the pain and sorrpw i seem to go on.
My journey continues and i grow with mre strength.
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Looking through a clouded glass
You can never see the truth
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