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Drunk_poet
19/M I’m no body
It's almost a decade now But it seems like yesternight Stone blind giving up his life for me Deluged in the abyss forever A part of me he took with him Though gone,but I sense him He seems so real,so evident He is everywhere I think My imaginations ****** up of him Insanity getting better of me I'm an embodiment of illusions Powerless,my life shreds away How will I make it stop? pain, pain go away Come again another day. pain, pain go away Let this agony fade away Because my eyes has emptied the water in my body My trangular life preaches pills, potion and coffee Tell me, can you make it stop? Like tattoo the scars wont stop from showing And like Mississippi the tears won't stop flowing How will I make it stop? I'm swimming in my pool of tears I can hear the reverberation of your voice, of how you cared You gave me love, then you added pain and despair I feel like tearing my heart into pieces to stop it from aching I'm on fire, no amount of CO2 can quench If there were a soothing balm, I'd rub my heart with it. I want to heal. How do I stop this misery? How do I make it all history? How do I make it stop? ©Rhoda ❎Drunk_Poet ❎Bob_Tony
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
...make it stop
You know what they say "one good turn deserves another" I think they meant to say "one good love deserves another" I hope you see this someday
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Reciprocate my love
. ... again tonight? Just like other thousands of faded nights Against the floor or the wall at the view of tender eyes Well, maybe to the bed if am so lucky In silence darkness, dead!, literally . Then I'd moan at your every breath To avoid another bruise with colored artwork You'd kiss me with your alcoholic soaked lips While my eyes stay dead open . Tracing the mole on my body Or the mole on my scar? My soul curses the youthful exuberance that made you my nightmare . {the poet that stinks with lines ⚟} Drunkpoet
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
Altered altar
I don't know, I... I can't describe it I just wish your feet didn't move you to my door I wish the ***** didn't burn so hot in me after that little big fight Now my lips keep ******* my tears on words with "had I know" . I wish the liquor store had closed before that hour Or better still, the bottle disposed But it happened so fast that I lost my myself to another self My anger met jealousy, like fire unionised with gasoline I don't know, I... I... I can't des... Or maybe do I understand now . You were the page in my diary I tore And the coin that slip of my pocket in the rain Well, I'll wipe my tears away For after just one gunshot I will be there to give you my apologies           (BANG!) . {the poet that stinks with lines⚟}
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
Reunited a gunshot
You are back? Again with your perfumed lies like roses To tell me you are wrong and probably sorry To lick up my tears with your apologies . You are back To pour me lies from the same lips I love to kiss Again to pin me to the wall with your lovely punchlines Reminding me of the world awaiting us . But today I will sit on this cushion And watch you use your magic on me I will wait for your lips to stop pouring out the lies Then I will say "get out! " . _To her who conquered my heart with beautiful lies_ . Drunkpoet {the poet that stinks with lines}
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
*Not today, not ever!*
Aduke fear befell the sun She knelt dreadfully before your succulent eyes Fright encamped the stars as ur beauty overshadowed their shines The gods gazed down from their huts To have a glimpse of your paradisaic beauty Aduke mi, kings give their thrones away Just to spend a half of second to witness your smile Adukeeeeee, my dear old nation Now children gather to listen to the tale of your beauty As they catch warmth of fire Made by wood from the forest you were buried
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
In tale we remember you
Not so long ago we were made orphans                                                                                                                  Plucked form the family tree that grew us into a nation                                                                                                   Phobia struck us like cholera                                                                                                                                     Religion armed us against our brothers                                                                                                                         Leaders occupied with zero point agenda. . Blood, our special kind of rain                                                                                                                                         poverty, the only completed government project                                                                                                                                                                           Corruption, our newly designed flag                                                                                                                                And breath, our only hope. . Empty caskets call silently for our body                                                                                                                          As we shoved old bones to make room for new ones                                                                                                      Our pain covered with GREEN and WHITE paints                                                                                                                     Pain, pain all over and over again. . We've found a new home                                                                                                                                                         Back in the ruins, where we came from                                                                                                                               Let's mske our tents,and forget fishing traps                                                                                                          Because we might be here for an hundred while. _Drunkpoet_
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Desert, our new home
Not so long ago we were made orphans                                                                                                                  Plucked form the family tree that grew us into a nation                                                                                                   Phobia struck us like cholera                                                                                                                                     Religion armed us against our brothers                                                                                                                         Leaders occupied with zero point agenda. . Blood, our special kind of rain                                                                                                                                         poverty, the only completed government project                                                                                                                                                                           Corruption, our newly designed flag                                                                                                                                And breath, our only hope. . Empty caskets call silently for our body                                                                                                                          As we shoved old bones to make room for new ones                                                                                                      Our pain covered with GREEN and WHITE paints                                                                                                                     Pain, pain all over and over again. . We've found a new home                                                                                                                                                         Back in the ruins, where we came from                                                                                                                               Let's mske our tents,and forget fishing traps                                                                                                          Because we might be here for an hundred while. _Drunkpoet_
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I've been gifted with the curse to wield a black skin In a society where dreams metamorphosize to nightmares Boarding a taxi of unfulfilled dreams Dancing around the edge of a razer blade Misery and pain kiss my dreams As they all queue to take turns on me like humans on ATM Hope disappears like **** in a fan firm And my head is stuck between the pace of my legs Achievementphobia strikes like cholera And anguish jets on souls like ebola With millions of dead dreams and thousands hospitalized Today I will pack my Shattered dream And move on with the littlest crumbs of hope in me To journey through valleys, mountains and ocean That I may find a place for my dream somewhere . ©️Drunk_poet
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
No place for my dream
He crept his feet that night like a scorpion Dead, even to the sensitivity of nature His presence was patched with uncertain aura Epilepsy at a time, later turmoil in saturation . My God! I should have known by his sophisticated demeanors And his beguiled compliments on my velvet lips His reckless talks of treating me like a queen And the dexterous hold my hips . His hands could bear witness that night As my breath shuffled away "be gentle! " and for your own good, "be quite! " He did it like he had been born for it ... And my silent groans and moans died unheard . Now I only forward to my friend karma But shhhhhhhh He'll **** me! ... If you tell anyone ©️Drunk_poet
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
... If you tell anyone
Tonight, we'll forget about poetry and sweet lullabies To compose our own songs of Solomon The stars will watch over us through curtains of love My emotions will be covered in the fragrance of yours Tonight, we'll both be lost Only to find ourselves in the wilderness of affection Tonight, I'll feel your breathe and against mine Our skin meshed together as we cross many lines As my nose trace the moles of your body From vein to veins Tonight we Shall both speak in languages we know not Until the liquor loses its grip on us And have our neighbors inspired to do same
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Tonight