mrshneh - Hello Poetry

She's seeing red, I'm singing the blues She's crashed out in bed, I'm lacing up them shoes She's already wed, I'm still singing them blues She's better when she's mad. I'm better off alone She wonders why I'm sad, I wonder if she'll atone She thinks *** is all to be had, I'm still better off alone … but what the hell, gloominess postponed

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Aug 26, 2024

Aug 26, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC

Artificial Comfort

She's seeing red, I'm singing the blues She's crashed out in bed, I'm lacing up them shoes She's already wed, I'm still singing them blues She's better when she's mad. I'm better off alone She wonders why I'm sad, I wonder if she'll atone She thinks *** is all to be had, I'm still better off alone … but what the hell, gloominess postponed

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Substitutions are short term solutions To problems that we cannot resolve Even though I am human, I need to evolve My hand is not my companion It doesn't ask me how happy I am The twitch happens and its time to go again Is this how sobriety is supposed to play out? Kicking ***** to the curb, only to receive In return an obsession, over my depression To try and write down life's lessons? Yet with all these journals half empty What exactly am I saving for me? Disappointment, because I missed the Appointment to my own creativity? I do have a proclivity to playing out My own self-fulfilling prophecies Oh well, that's just me

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Jul 10, 2022

Jul 10, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC

Substitutions

Substitutions are short term solutions To problems that we cannot resolve Even though I am human, I need to evolve My hand is not my companion It doesn't ask me how happy I am The twitch happens and its time to go again Is this how sobriety is supposed to play out? Kicking ***** to the curb, only to receive In return an obsession, over my depression To try and write down life's lessons? Yet with all these journals half empty What exactly am I saving for me? Disappointment, because I missed the Appointment to my own creativity? I do have a proclivity to playing out My own self-fulfilling prophecies Oh well, that's just me

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You're such a piece of **** Do you really think you're legit? Why do you tell yourself these lies? Can you not see it in their eyes? My mind can be so intrusive Making self worth ******* elusive I spend time alone Hoping these thoughts throw me a bone Why are compliments so scary? Especially from the ones who are merry Instead I thrash them like a swordsman's parry Thinking they've mistaken me for Harry I got money in the bank But no money on me Putting pen to paper helps me see Honestly be whoever the hell you wanna be

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Jul 10, 2022

Jul 10, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC

Conversations in My Head

You're such a piece of **** Do you really think you're legit? Why do you tell yourself these lies? Can you not see it in their eyes? My mind can be so intrusive Making self worth ******* elusive I spend time alone Hoping these thoughts throw me a bone Why are compliments so scary? Especially from the ones who are merry Instead I thrash them like a swordsman's parry Thinking they've mistaken me for Harry I got money in the bank But no money on me Putting pen to paper helps me see Honestly be whoever the hell you wanna be

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Are we all fake? Are we all getting baked? Are we all looking? Are we all searching? For a simple solution To shake the focus from this illusion Finally looking up to the sky Stars shining and twinkling in your eyes Or is it just the glare Pining over your cell phone in despair Comparing yourself to others Moments that look like perfection Also lead us in a misdirection Down a path of self doubt All because of some dude's clout Putting the most in every post To answer all the above questions We be searching for the real And be looking to get baked ;) At least that's this ****** dude's opinion

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Jul 10, 2022

Jul 10, 2022 at 1:02 PM UTC

Instabotok

Are we all fake? Are we all getting baked? Are we all looking? Are we all searching? For a simple solution To shake the focus from this illusion Finally looking up to the sky Stars shining and twinkling in your eyes Or is it just the glare Pining over your cell phone in despair Comparing yourself to others Moments that look like perfection Also lead us in a misdirection Down a path of self doubt All because of some dude's clout Putting the most in every post To answer all the above questions We be searching for the real And be looking to get baked ;) At least that's this ****** dude's opinion

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How bizarre it is to love To look and be lost among the stars above To believe that someone can be trusted Until you find her, busted Everything that was and will be Changed because she showed me That the stars are as far away from me As my understanding of women

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Jul 25, 2021

Jul 25, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC

How Bizarre

How bizarre it is to love To look and be lost among the stars above To believe that someone can be trusted Until you find her, busted Everything that was and will be Changed because she showed me That the stars are as far away from me As my understanding of women

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Heartbreak hurts more than just the heart It's a terrible thing to see love fall apart Tragedy that unfortunately followed me Now all I have left is a memory My issues alone did not capsize this ship Sinking from the beginning, doomed was the trip Overwhelming ideas of how to live Shiver from the thoughts " I can't deliver" Ensuing selections of expensive directions Lead to the apprehension of my vice, shots poured over ice I wasn't always nice, never followed my own advice To her I had failed, to me I had paid the price Love left the soul as I began to dig the hole Rock bottom just meant no more progression of the regression Arise, I set my eyes upon the light, not so bright Steady climb, I leave behind the doubt that's been in my mind Time and love for I created the will to try To start anew begins with you I'm not a coward, I'm moving forward Toward a future the will include the inimitable her

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May 4, 2020

May 4, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC

Humbled

Heartbreak hurts more than just the heart It's a terrible thing to see love fall apart Tragedy that unfortunately followed me Now all I have left is a memory My issues alone did not capsize this ship Sinking from the beginning, doomed was the trip Overwhelming ideas of how to live Shiver from the thoughts " I can't deliver" Ensuing selections of expensive directions Lead to the apprehension of my vice, shots poured over ice I wasn't always nice, never followed my own advice To her I had failed, to me I had paid the price Love left the soul as I began to dig the hole Rock bottom just meant no more progression of the regression Arise, I set my eyes upon the light, not so bright Steady climb, I leave behind the doubt that's been in my mind Time and love for I created the will to try To start anew begins with you I'm not a coward, I'm moving forward Toward a future the will include the inimitable her

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Working on the tenacious tendency To reduce myself and render me ruined Describing the dictating feelings is dire Sometimes I wish to go forth and set myself on fire The firewater was a necessary fuel For I can only burn from the inside out The doubt, the drought of positivity Were kindling enough to ignite the fright That fear was a mere beginning The story passed down from generation to generation Resulting in a confrontation, an activation Sometimes things must be incinerated Then it can start again, become educated, bloom "I hate myself" turned to " let's change thyself" Laborious toil upon the charred soil Brought forth the grounds in which to root They say April showers bring May flowers Though it's never told how hard it is to conjure up the storm It takes something from within, the want of a win Only me, myself and I can decide to arise

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Apr 28, 2020

Apr 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC

Warmth

Working on the tenacious tendency To reduce myself and render me ruined Describing the dictating feelings is dire Sometimes I wish to go forth and set myself on fire The firewater was a necessary fuel For I can only burn from the inside out The doubt, the drought of positivity Were kindling enough to ignite the fright That fear was a mere beginning The story passed down from generation to generation Resulting in a confrontation, an activation Sometimes things must be incinerated Then it can start again, become educated, bloom "I hate myself" turned to " let's change thyself" Laborious toil upon the charred soil Brought forth the grounds in which to root They say April showers bring May flowers Though it's never told how hard it is to conjure up the storm It takes something from within, the want of a win Only me, myself and I can decide to arise

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My Tuesday Night Fright Dealing with self infliction Concludes with prayer

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 7:48 PM UTC

Tuesdays

My Tuesday Night Fright Dealing with self infliction Concludes with prayer

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I remember the little bottles All lined up neatly on the floor next to me Waiting to feel my hands around the cap The little "crack" as the seal is broken The room temperature liquid slowly emptied Rushing down and giving warmth to my belly False sense of numbness rising to my lips Believing all the pain is gone One after another, each little bottle giving it's life The numbness turns to darkness...lights out I awake to realize that nothing has changed The pain I thought I chased away returns The cycle repeats itself, pain grows stronger Numbness is not easily attained, chased with more Darkness is all I wish for, permanent like a sharpie Sadness turns to rage, rage to shame Fog sets all around my world The darkness spreads, so much darkness Shame turns to regret, regret to change 28 days cracking my skull to find the spark The spark becomes an ember, glowing Therapy and a hard look in the mirror provide the oxygen It turns into a small flame, the light The light pushes out the darkness Fog rises up and becomes clouds on a sunny day I see it all clearly now, life anew The pain doesn't go away but is managed Hard work, perseverance, honesty are my new friends A Yukon Boy, Becomes a Sober Man

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC

Yukon Boy

I remember the little bottles All lined up neatly on the floor next to me Waiting to feel my hands around the cap The little "crack" as the seal is broken The room temperature liquid slowly emptied Rushing down and giving warmth to my belly False sense of numbness rising to my lips Believing all the pain is gone One after another, each little bottle giving it's life The numbness turns to darkness...lights out I awake to realize that nothing has changed The pain I thought I chased away returns The cycle repeats itself, pain grows stronger Numbness is not easily attained, chased with more Darkness is all I wish for, permanent like a sharpie Sadness turns to rage, rage to shame Fog sets all around my world The darkness spreads, so much darkness Shame turns to regret, regret to change 28 days cracking my skull to find the spark The spark becomes an ember, glowing Therapy and a hard look in the mirror provide the oxygen It turns into a small flame, the light The light pushes out the darkness Fog rises up and becomes clouds on a sunny day I see it all clearly now, life anew The pain doesn't go away but is managed Hard work, perseverance, honesty are my new friends A Yukon Boy, Becomes a Sober Man

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Sad days lie in wait It's on those days that I create A symphony of "what ifs" inside my mind Like time can be turned back as easy As it is on the watch on my wrist Calculations of consequences come easy When those consequences have been had Past decisions determined to be detrimental But they do not define who I am Depression hits like bird **** on my shoulder Random and a nuisance Much like the burden of my drinking Thinking things would change with the change I spent on the Dark Eyes staring back at me Connection to my feelings turned to self-reflection Work that seemed pointless now brings satisfaction Active participation helps me avoid temptation Watching the seconds tick away deep in contemplation

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 9:56 PM UTC

Clockwork

Sad days lie in wait It's on those days that I create A symphony of "what ifs" inside my mind Like time can be turned back as easy As it is on the watch on my wrist Calculations of consequences come easy When those consequences have been had Past decisions determined to be detrimental But they do not define who I am Depression hits like bird **** on my shoulder Random and a nuisance Much like the burden of my drinking Thinking things would change with the change I spent on the Dark Eyes staring back at me Connection to my feelings turned to self-reflection Work that seemed pointless now brings satisfaction Active participation helps me avoid temptation Watching the seconds tick away deep in contemplation

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