You draw me in with false promises, and forever let me down
You promise escape & happiness, but it just ends in a frown
Not from me of course, as I’m laid here snoozing
A constant disappointment I feel, so I carry on the boozing.

What am I running from? Anesthetised I lay
And coast through each and every hour, of the following day.
Your everywhere I look! Buses, billboards, even litter
Trying to draw us in with your intoxicating glitter.

Your so bloody acceptable, I’m a FREAK if I abstain
“Oh goo on kid, one waint hurt, stop being a chuffin pain”
BUT what they fail to understand, is at 1 it does not stop!
The moment that sip will pass my lips, I’m craving the next drop.
Or 2 or 3 or “fuck this shit, I’m off to the bottle shop”
In fear my stash will not suffice my seeming desire to flop.

Fast forward half an hour, and here I am again
Snoring like a pig, much to the families disdain
Iphone started, camera rolling, my daughter hits record
She watches Daddy comatosed, her memory stamped APPALLED!

“No goodnight kiss, no cuddles tight, no tickles once again”
Her hero lays before her, vest adorned with red wine stains
“What’s wrong with me?” she wonders “why’s he chose wine over me?
And my sis & mummy too, is he too blind to see?
Your consuming liquid memory thief, don’t forget us dad
Im learning all I know from you, is this how fun is had?
Or adult relaxation? Or when you’re feeling stressed!
Does drinking really do all this? WOW IT SOUNDS THE BEST!
But if it really is this good, then what you fail to see….
Is your family stood before you whilst you pass out on the settee!
I was a daily drinker. I would fall asleep each night drunk on the sofa... until 1 night...my daughter filmed me passed out drunk on the settee, snoring, belly hanging out, red wine stains on vest. I found the video the next day. The rest is history. 9 months sober now and never going back!
robert May 28
Love owes him proof
And guarantees written down
Or so he believes
His eyes caught by
Flies attracted to bright,
White lights in the subway
So sober and grim
How could anything,
Or someone, ever
Feel the same for him.
I had a date. On the way home I saw these flies attracted to an ugly lamp.
Shayn Powell May 8
Cold morning,
I roll over, sad
And mourning.
I just want to lay here,
But I need coffee,
Something warming
And something sober,
Like black coffee.
Stone cold sober.

Strong taste to my buds,
Bitter but sweet,
Without my coffee
I’ll roam around, lost,
Looking beat.
Listening to the
beans roast and
The drip in my pot,
It sounds exactly
Like the drops hitting
My window.

It’s ready.
Hearing the pour,
A small waterfall
Into a cup, the splashes,
The aroma, something
That I can’t get over.
My first sip, it’s hot and bitter
But delicious nonetheless,
It’s perfect for the early bird,
They always say it,
They get the worm.

Until next time
Empty cup. Half a day
wait and another cold
Morning on it’s way,
Sit here and wait
Until I wake up,
For another sober cup.
Everyone can probably relate.
Maria Etre May 2
White slates
blank plates
isolate ....
let's relate
let emotions
delegate
risky stakes
who cares
let's ...
before it's too
late
Tessellate: decorate (a floor or pavement) with mosaics
Clyde Apr 25
Sobriety.
The word addicts fear
And users loath,
For due to a lack of control
One loses hope
Till the light in the abyss
Is far, small, distant.

I don't like being sober
It hurts too much
constantly on edge, eager
to pounce, shoulders hunched
tense
Mind never rested
And always invested
I'm the next thing, the next problem
The next distractions, the next fix

The hopes of enlightenment
In some form of Devine ex machina
Now fails me
As the fog slowly clears
lifted, I open my eyes to my life

And its shit.
I don't like what I see
I was so blinded to all the problems   the delusions and dysfunctional attachments
Broken relationships and shattered emotions
Which sadly now I know will never change and cannot be fixed

The voices and insecurities now slowly creep in
Shuttle, slow
like death through the night
Silent, deadly, accurate
I slowly become aware of the void
It's more in focus now
and with it, my thought flow back to her

Pathetic

How after all this time such thoughts should return
after all these years, I
Still feel the relentless urge to run
not backwards, but to her
To get my fix, or rather
my cure
As my mind is slowly flooded with memories
Of things I don't want to remember
Actions I've done
The person I had once become
The man I once was
What once was and now is
What was family, friends, loved ones
and what is in the here and now

I know it's the void: this much I'm aware of
For even in this absence of light
I still can't shine bright enough
The darkness overwhelming
And with it, I once again drown
Me vs. The world
Heavily outnumbered
Exhausted, beaten, drained
Though now I'm too tired to fight

So alas, I'm fucked
Between life ripping me apart
Or my demons shredding my mind
Sleep now sounds like a fairytale
And love a rumoured emotion that brings happiness and joy
And happiness an emotion I can only observe
And joy a satisfaction in ever feel worthy of feeling.

So once again, I pray
That this pain, feeling
This annoying emotion will soon pass
The weight weighing me down
I cannot move
For lifr will not give me the liberty
to be free.

Hence
Like a densile in distress
Waiting for a knight in shining
armour to save my ass
I extend my hand to the universe
And hope that Someone
Anyone
Pulls on the other end.
seshi Apr 21
I used to think in monochrome
Like a disc on repeat
The same 60 minutes of tragedy on
A big screen
But on the 500th play
Something happened I can't explain
Your character joined the script and suddenly
All the scenes made sense

Everything I thought I'd never feel
Came alive
And everything I needed to kill
Died between your lips
I'm not saying you're perfect

But if a blind man asked me to show him colours

You're the one I'd describe
my love please dont leave
Maria Etre Apr 16
My heart
feels like it ran
a marathon
while
I am
in my
s
e
a
t facing
y   o   u
Maria Etre Apr 10
Woke up
cuddling a bottle
it was no longer subtle

My love for this potation
has become an addiction
and no longer a mental transition

Body shaking
asking for more
sobriety scared me
it might be a bore  

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
.... no more
"at least I'll remember
this one" she says
Maria Etre Apr 5
Drunk
left me
in a bed
shared
with the bottle
blacked out
from all
the moments
that did not
make it to
memories
Sober Day 5
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