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UrbanMonk
21/M/glenpool oklahoma I think my style would be organic poetry / Im sober now after 6 hard years. / I just hope my words can help atleast 1 person. / Spread love and give more than you receive.
I'm not gona take my life.   Cause it's not mine to take. It was yours which you gave. Now this burden to bare is my fate. My hearts filled with love. Slowly gettin drained. And its gettin refilled. With all this pain. What they are refilling with is high octane. Wish i could sell my soul. Just for 1 happy day. Too bad i cant.. Its not his to take. Wish i could sell my soul. too bad i cant.. Cause thats not a deal i can make.
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Mar 31, 2022
Mar 31, 2022 at 6:56 PM UTC
High octain pain
I wish i could tell you all the things ive wanted to say or do How i wanted to lean in and kiss you that last night on the couch How if i would have just had a little less self doubt, you could be living down here with me right now instead i left you there then left you unanswered for months fully aware knowing the results just not having the resolve to pick up the phone Thats probably the most selfish thing ive ever done or ever will do and its something i know I'll regret for the rest of my life I want to tell you about the dream i had where we went on a date and it was a perfect night and how heartbreaking it was to wake up i want to tell you about how much i care for you and how sorry i am for leaving you where you are how sorry i am for the way i must have made you feel how i would never hate you because ive seen who you really are I want to tell you about how you're so different in such a beautiful way and how i wish there was a way to truly show you how rare you are and how much a soul like yours is worth
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Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 6:54 PM UTC
I wish i had the courage
I know this feeling all to well Waking up liver hurting like hell So i reach for the bottle The only thing I know will help
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Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
Liver pains
The American dream The long march Men Sitting in office parks waiting listening to the droning sound of a fan Doing whatever work Plops in there lap With no question As to why Men driving nails into concrete Into wood in the distance they can hear the feint sound of an impact drill they question themself silently 2 no, maybe 3 floors up? Backhoes of dirt Back and forth Being ran by a detached man longing For his son and wife The starving beggar Passed by everyone on the street Yet persists hoping to get enough For his next meal or his next drink and im supposed to see this and join in? and im expected to do this till i die? ha If this is the american dream Let me wake up
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Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 10:43 PM UTC
The american dream
Ah this familiar feeling is back No sleep insomnia is on the attack Laying 12 hours; eyes shut Praying for sleep But no luck Ive had all the prescriptions from the doc Yet im still awake around the clock I would do anything just to catch a wink Yet im still awake around the clock Just to think
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Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 11:01 PM UTC
Untitled
Every day waking up to a panick attack Sound asleep given no time to react For the oncoming onslaught of pain Like an asthma attack you gasp for air but to no evade So you curl up and accept your fate Then over an hour or so it slowly leaves in waves Left with a residual feeling never to fully dissipate
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 9:43 PM UTC
Benzo addiction
Ive made many mistakes But this is the one for which i harbor the most hate She was there right in front of me The one i was destined to meet by fate I let her go; no... i drove her away Wrapped up in my own shelfish self perpetuating ways Shes out there i know. and i pray shes okay But in the world shes in; its just a matter of counting days
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 6:41 PM UTC
Im sorry
When i take these drugs They take me a little farther from this pain But when i come down they deposit me a little farther From where i came
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Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 9:02 PM UTC
Help
Laying here destroyed Both body and mind I try to blame it on her But this burden's mine With thoughts of love in mind I picked up the bottle And tried to unwind It didn't work Just made everything worse Woke up side aching in pain I think I'll get drunk again
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
I need a break
I need something to help me cope I need some sort of ******* hope Something to cover it up A comforting hug A warm blanket That everything feels okay in
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 1:54 AM UTC
A warm blanket