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Hilary V Oct 2012
Marlboro Menthols, Lights, or Milds
Cowboy-killers, cancer-sticks
Guilty pleasure, a necessary fix
Holding hands with coffee

You get that jolt
Or shall I say relief
Days become more bearable
Courtesy of these,

Alcohol as a 3rd dimension
Aiding in more than just sleep
Take a pull and fill the need
Clear your head for a quick second

Alcohol, caffeine, nicotine;
They’re all I need
Hilary V Oct 2012
It's pretty simple you see,
I like chain-smoking, snuggling,
And drinking "caw-fee";

I belong in the sixties and I write weird poems,
I believe it's good to help someone out,
Especially when you don't know them;

I enjoy doing arts and crafts ,
And keeping a bucket list,
But the things I love the most,

Are taking bathes with you,
And partaking in a good kiss
Hilary V Oct 2012
Purple is my favorite color
But I hate plum,
New Brunswick skies appear so ugly
But they are good for telling the weather

I wish you would stop cleaning your stupid boat
Which think what you want
But it’s not really a yacht,
At least Girj says so

I believe it’s important to get *****
Like how the stray kittens in my backyard play
As I smoke stoags and light bowls
In my stoop kid fashion kind of way

And I really wouldn’t mind having a coke with
Frank O’Hara
Or a beer with Charles Bukowski,
In fact I think I’d enjoy it

But everyone has their secrets
I tend to buy mine at Kohl’s;
And I hope you realize
This happens to be my life poured into a paper cup

Just incase you get thirsty
While you’re cleaning your stupid boat
Hilary V Dec 2012
I smoked too many cigarettes
I drank too much wine,
It's no wonder my life is divine
Chaos controls my mind
Hope spikes my heart,
It feels as though
I'm still waiting for my life to start
Hilary V Oct 2012
I hardly eat,
And I never sleep,
It's hard to be a wild child,
When your body shows defeat

My heart is pounding,
My hands are always shaking,
Not enough love and too many drugs,
Is a disaster in the making
Hilary V Dec 2012
I don't eat when you're not here,
And I can't sleep either,
I'm too scared to smoke outside when you're not here,
I'm just never happy unless you're here,

Because I'm afraid you're never going to come back.

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