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Halie Starnes May 2014
Don't say another word,
you know what you have me falling for.
your wrapping your words around my heart,
like a weapon in the dark.
I try to look away but those bright blue eyes,
pull me back into your beautiful lies.

You pull me around and bring me back in time.
I remember when you left that morning and didn't return that night.
I would ask you where you been but all you do is stutter.
But for some reason i know your name will be the last word i utter.

I feel like i should leave,
I know every night you go out to drink.
I can't leave you alone,
but i have problems of my own.

Your faithful to me but your not.
You turn your head and then get some off the rocks.
Baby that bottle brings out your worst,
It turns my lullaby in the form of a curse.

That taste that you try to hide on your breath,
I love you but i hate that sour kiss.
We all have demons in all shapes and sizes.
Yours brings pain in the shape of a bottle.
There's a terrible pounding in your head
It's really annoying
Get it out
Get it OUT
Now it's gone
Oh thank god
You grab a glass
Down its contents
Fill it up
Down again
Up
Down
Up
Down
His face
It's gone
Her pain
It's over
Your pain
You're numb
Peace
Peace
Peace
And the cycle repeats
Solace in a drink
Pain in the morning
Memories assault me again
Jocelyn Sharp May 2014
Before I could even count, you were drinking from that bottle.
Becoming stranger and stranger to me after each and every swallow.

One, Two, Three,
The time went on, and before I could count to ten you were already gone.

Four, Five, Six, Seven,
Before I knew it I was eleven. Still though nothing had changed, that bottle had always been around; it was really nothing strange.

Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven,
Thats all that she could take, she kicked you out the door; said she had made a mistake.

Twelve years was all it took.
To drive us all away.

But atleast you have your bottle, right?
To this very day.
Amour de Monet May 2014
I was 8 years old
   crying in my room
I couldn't remember your face
   and I couldn't call you
I knew you wouldn't understand
   I knew you didn't care
too drunk to even
   come around
And I saw you
   in front of our broken house
you walked up to me
    and I could smell you
***** on your breath
   before you were even
close enough to touch
   then you kissed me a
thousand kisses
   all over my face
                    * I felt so ******
I didn't want to believe
   this was you
because you ****
   and I hated that you
       were no good
never
   a good mother
never
   a good friend
but your lips would lie
   with careless love
it's okay... I knew
   you meant only pretend
...poetry from my youth
Shannon Jeffery May 2014
Beer in hand
Drinking my pains away
In front of me my child stands
"Get out of my sight, go and play"

The wife arrives home
Tears in her eyes
"Someone just throw this ***** a bone"
Turn up the volume, drown out the cries

"Turn that **** down" she yells
Sick of this crap
In my head like loud bells
Beat this ***** with my belt strap

She curls in the corner alone
I resume watching my show
My son mutters in a low tone
I raise my hand for the blow

He stares into my eyes
I see a glassy mirror
My heart falls and inside I die
I'm a ****** monster, a terror

Tears fall down my cheek
My young boy is a reflection of me
What will this cause him to seek
This is not what he should see

As the diamonds fall over his dimples
He asks me "is me and mummy a burden?"
Down my face tears still trickle
Speechless deep inside I'm hurting

"No my boy, daddy is a rotten man"
"I still love you daddy, just
please don't hit mummy again"
Choking up my chest begins to bust

My son is a bigger man than his father
I wish I could right my wrongs
But to protect my son and his mother
I tremble walking deaths songs

I'm not good for either
Before I enter the gates of hell
"Son, please take care of your mother"
This is the end my life I expel.
Not a real life event. Trying to bring awareness to those who don't understand these issues and those of who do this understand what they cause.
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
A tall elixir
Swirling flask
Unfinished liquid
Thoughts putrid

A shot of elixir
Drowning sorrow
Unglamorous color
Forgetful odor

Another elixir
Heavier, thicker
Unfettered desire
Desiring another

Anosher elishir
Heevy sluur
Unsobur effurt
Bluuring vishun...

Afae afgij
Jealk lli
Ggag..
...
Sydney Apr 2014
I remember the first time you told me that you stopped drinking.
My heart took flight and the idea of having a sober father became the root of my happiness.
You got drunk that night.

I remember the first time you let me down.
I stood alone among my peers because you had better things to do.
You got drunk that night.

I remember the first time I slit my porcelain skin open for you.
As blood trickled from my veins I begged you to come and rescue me from the demons in my mind.
You got drunk that night.

I remember the first time I tried to put an end to all the madness that engulfed my life.
I grabbed your gun from the safe and shot a bullet through my head.
I will never know if you got drunk that night.
You probably did.

— The End —