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Empire Apr 2020
Ya know... if I just keep dumping
More alcohol down my throat
I start to forget
I forget I don’t like living
I forget I don’t want to be alive
I forget everybody hates me
Because I’ve put so much poison into myself
I can’t even think
I really really like drinking
Empire Apr 2020
My head’s so **** fuzzy
My skin is hot
Room spinning just enough
I’d take three more shots if I could
If you offer it, I’ll drink it
I’ve the makings of an addict
I know
But I’ll be fine
I’ll just keep drinking
You keep pretending it’s fine
It’ll be great
I’ll feel like living
You’ll think I’m fine
We’re good
Daija Jan 2020
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
The sound of the clock is deafening in the silence of the world
The static on the TV is blinding in the darkness of the room
Staring at the chair in front of me as i sit on the floor
My shadow casts a tall silhouette along the wall
tick--....
Now the ticking stopped
I glance at the clock and it shows a blank face
I look back at the chair there's something hanging over it
I pull my knees to my chest
Knocking into the bottles lain around me on the floor
I grab one, not near empty, and drink
My vision, what was already distorted, now worsens
My face begins to feel wet with tears
The cold air from the open window feels soothing on my cheeks
I grab for my phone
20 missed calls 15 unopened messages
I close it again and toss it aside
I drink again, this time as if its going to be the last thing i drink
I look up at the ceiling in thought
Thoughts become louder than words and now words are nothing
I stand up, bottle in hand, almost at its end
Wobbly at first then balanced i glance down at the amount of bottles around me
4 no 5 even 6 bottles maybe
I glance up at the empty chair
Staring…
it’s almost as if its beckoning for me to come closer
Looking up slightly
the thing hanging over the chair more unidentifiable
I take a step closer…
another until I'm standing directly in front of the chair
I step onto the chair
Still silence in the room, I can see the wreckage of my despair
My head hits what’s hanging above me
I look up and the once blurry image is now clear
I put it on and begin to walk towards the edge
I step off and --
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
Empire Apr 2020
I just wanna keep drinking cause it feels good
It helps
And I know in the morning it’ll all **** again
But right now
Right now I’d just really like to be a lot less sober than I am
Empire Apr 2020
There’s a little bliss in this bottle
It’s hiding near the bottom
If I just... if I just keep drinking
Maybe I can find it...
Dez Mar 2020
Kissing girls is like drinking whiskey
It some times can be risky
But it warms you inside
And can fill you with pride
And after both your voice maybe a bit husky
Traveler Mar 2020
I'm not afraid
That's not why
I'm shaking
I just got off a hard night
of dreaming
I was running....Ya
...I'm unable to recall
Being chased perhaps
Down familiar halls
I can still feel your apathy
For all things life had done to me
My weapons stumble and stall
As hard as I try I can't **** at all
Lucky for you!
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Traveler Tim
Empire Mar 2020
If you all would just leave me alone
Just give me the bottles
You know you won’t drink them anyway
Let me lock myself away
To be drunk and maybe suffer a little less
I’ll promise not to die
I just.... I just really need to not be sober right now
I promise there’s nothing good about being 20 years old.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Abide
by Michael R. Burch

after Philip Larkin's "Aubade"

It is hard to understand or accept mortality—
such an alien concept: not to be.
Perhaps unsettling enough to spawn religion,
or to scare mutant fish out of a primordial sea

boiling like goopy green tea in a kettle.
Perhaps a man should exhibit more mettle
than to admit such fear, denying Nirvana exists
simply because we are stuck here in such a fine fettle.

And so we abide . . .
even in life, staring out across that dark brink.
And if the thought of death makes your questioning heart sink,
it is best not to drink
(or, drinking, certainly not to think).

Originally published by Light. Keywords/Tags: Philip Larkin, Aubade, abide, death, mortality, religion, drink, drinking, drunk, alcohol, fettle, mettle, Nirvana
Zack Ripley Mar 2019
Every day I worked that nine to five.
*** of coffee every morning made me feel alive.
But by the end of the day, after dinner with the wife and kid,
the demons I kept away came back.
So I had a date with jack until the world went black.
For years, i suffered in silence.
I eventually turned to drugs
to try and escape the violence gifted by the tyrants.
But no matter how many times
I pushed the trigger and pulled the thread,
every time I came down I couldn't help feel i was better off dead. Just when I was ready to quit, that's when I met her. That was it.
I finally found someone who cared.
We got married and our son was born.
I had never been more scared.
But we survived. We pushed through.
Life was perfect until the fight we had when he was two.
We said some things we didn't mean
and i walked away again never to be seen.
I'm telling you this because it's too late for me.
But it's not too late for you.
If you feel like you're ready to face the end,
please let me say what i needed someone to say.
I love you, please stay.
With this poem, I wanted a "voice from the dead" vibe. Like, what this guy who regretted what he did would say to someone who was considering ending their life. Also, as someone who has been suicidal and depressed, I wanted to talk about the fact that that level of depression never really goes away. Anything can trigger it. One thing I want to make clear though...I have never done drugs or even smoked.
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