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Eris Dec 2018
Theres nothing more terrifying
Than a mothers anger
Eris Dec 2018
There it is
the morning sickness
After last nights wickedness

Liquor still burning in my lungs
the bounding in my head
mixture of drinks in my stomach
until I upchuck it

Foggy memories, flashbacks
guilt of words said
affair of fake love shared
temporary high dread
Eris Dec 2018
Youths love the club
Or even the pub
The lighten up dance floor
Swaying to the music they adore
As beat shivers your core
Surrounded by neon decor

Sipping liquor at the bar
*****, tequila a quick little kicker
Open up tinder
Dance like a stripper
Flirting with a stranger
Only in whispers
Act all immature
****** and lure for a wee little tour

Sitting in the booths
To avoid the crowd of swaying fools
Sitting on bar stools
While getting hit on by creepy dudes
Standing in the corner
Trying to get in the mood

What's not to love about the club
Eris Nov 2018
Crystal chandeliers
Hang high above
Strung to a canvas roof
With gold and bronze
Held by pillars of strong character
Quests gather from the corridor
Each withhold high status

Filled with honour and grace
Dressed in sleek gowns and masque
Unmasked identities
Partake in conversation
And consumption of alcoholic drinks
Dance in pairs and sway to the tune
A night never so musical
A grand ball of mystery awaits
Eris Nov 2018
A decision divides my mind
To reconnect with the past
or
Leave it behind

A ghost of childhood follows me
Missing me
Trying to talk to me

Mind goes auto
In finding a approach
That doesn’t derail
I fail
To understand why
I need to reconnect
With the this devil

Don’t burn your bridges

Mind goes mental
The pain is not worth
Been friends with the devil
Yet the guilt is so difficult to
Swallow

Should I restart this cycle
Of games and drama
Or
Believe in redemption

Guess my loyalty to the closet
Really is atrocious
Eris Nov 2018
The poems read leaves
Voices listened
Faces imagined
Words spoken
A story awoken
From the description visioned

Feelings expressed
Truth released
People discovered
Thoughts recovered
Experiences rencountered
Venting posted
Poets noticed
Eris Nov 2018
Red
Am I dead
I've spilled red
Tears I've shed
Things left unsaid
There is a war in my head
Within the city I dread
Now I've bled
Awaiting my deathbed
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