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Psychonaute Feb 2021
Rickie shotguns
Nattys in the shower,
Cade vomits pink
on the couch,
Nick hits his nic
"only when he's drunk"
And I look on
in a stupor of my own.
Is this it?
Nora Feb 2021
Morning caresses my lips
With a squalid kiss -- the taste of last
Night’s stale liquor, a greeting most
Usual and unwelcome all the same.
Sated beyond means, I still am
Stricken by thirst, dry lips parting in
Consternation, heavy hands
Fumble aimlessly for old reliable, that
****** bottle of advil that may as well
Have its name etched in my dresser drawer
The morning after may be ripe with regret,
Hazy recollections draped in uncertainties --
But at least one thing remains surefire and
Constant --

Thump -- clank
My head, the door, my achy feet
Taking their first apprehensive steps
Into their habitual walk of shame
The mirror salutes me with the
Visage of a woman worn, tired and wildly aged --
There’s no way we’re the same person
Or are we?
merlot leaked from my neck
white fog clouding my vision
my chest tightened
i fought back
the urge to fight
and greeted the night
which exploded
into blinding white light
Empire Jan 2021
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I'm gonna get myself into trouble one of these days
I thought I wanted drinks
Maybe I want pills
I've always been drawn to anything that'll make my head foggy
Pull thick clouds into my mind
Slow my racing heart
Numb my body

I don't always get that
I have my various ways
I could easily ruin my life with drugs
It's enticing
Something better than having to live
Not without its own pains
But at least sometimes they'd go away

And it's then that I find myself
Wrapped in a foggy bliss
Nearly unable to move
Can't think
Barely breathing
And that's how I like it
I almost thought I'd die
The thought didn't seem to bother me
Not with my system flooded
With whatever it is I've decided to take
No... there's a kind of peace in deciding
You have nothing left to lose
It's really amazing what's legal to put in your body
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2021
I’m killing myself
Own muse
Substance

Hell in mind
Captivity in
Circumstance

Drunkard
What other word
Beyond thought

Blame into
Me

Time
To let go

And die

Though really?
lowkeymorns Jan 2021
I could not anticipate the effects you had on me.
Illusions of self confidence, a
Falsehood of self esteem

You Had me going slowly down the road of no return.
Like sugar mixed with heat,
It still turns black when it is burnt.

We used to spend are nights chasing story's we could tell,
But stories turn to memory's of
Those we left unwell.

Even now I'm with you I think back on how we used to be.
The Infatuation's gone,
After years I need reprieve.

Left me as a shell,
Empty bottle of a man.
Can never hold another,
Can't stop thease shaking hands.

The tap is finally dry.
The doors locked, and closed.
Happy hours paced,
The bartenders gone home.

We are all that's left,
It's only you and me.
Just Another lonely man,
Whos first love, was 2 shots of misery.
Sorry for any grammer errors or spelling
writteninribon Jan 2021
She’s been trapped in a memory,
Missing out on a remedy,
****** up off Hennessy,
She pretends to be what her friends believe.
Up all night, she dances with the devil,
But when she’s all alone she remembers,
She’s a lost soul – a pretender.
it feels good not to wear a mask when im with her. im consumed by all these happy feelings that i forget to pretend, and i think that's why she's the closest thing i could call home.
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