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A Simillacrum Sep 15
Regret.
I drank mine.
Illness.
I smoked it.

Ill conceived &
         imitation.
My mind bent &
         snapped in half.

I can see your eye in every star.
Watching while I enter chrysalis.

         What's it like
         hoping I rot?
         (will do)
         What's it like
         laughing
         looking
         at the past?

Sober, I have to force myself to laugh.

I can see your winking eye in every light.
I can see your winking eye in every star light.

****.
A Simillacrum Sep 13
I don't want no more
cherry
              light.
I don't want no more
green
            in - ferno.
Once upon a time I
held dreams as close
as I went on
to hold smoke
in my lungs --

   I don't want no more.

Yes: maybe Davey is right.
Which edge is the knife's edge and
which edge is. . .

Which edge is which?

Yes: maybe my Davey is right.
Complacency kills
the best of all intention.

My sleep's been in detention.
Maybe taking the easy downer. . .
Maybe taking
the easy upper. . .

I'll      take      back

      my dreams.
i'm in a 9 day fall
from the stratosphere.
i'll make it.
AM Sep 1
i’m tired of the lies
and the secrets

i’m tired of the pain
and the guilt

i’m no longer sober.
7 strong months

forgotten like that.
Lace Aug 18
Eyes wide at 5 AM
I can’t tame them
My thoughts are miles away
Might as well call it mind decay

I drive in circles for hours
My fear hovers over it me, it towers
Just pick up the phone
No one will know, you’re alone

The cravings won’t stop
My thoughts are the robbers
And my common sense is the cop

Not very well trained
My brain is strained

Jump out of bed
Jolts through my feet like a knife
I’m on the run again
I have to choose
Lace Jul 12
Another day goes by
Dealing with cravings and my pride
The signals in my brain short out and scream
I dream about getting high

Drowning
Gasping
Afraid

Swallowed by the thoughts in my mind
I go to a quiet place
Feel the sun shining on my face
And everything is okay
For a moment

Then it's gone

Numb
Quiet
Pain

They say one day at a time
But what about the night
The demons of this disease
Are putting up a good fight

The head and the heart
Make fighting a form of art

Pensive
Overbearing
Can't breathe

They say

One
Day
At
A
Time

But I'll fight
Day and Night
I'll get this right
25 days clean
Zywa Jul 6
I had the most marbles
kept them in a bucket in the attic
whoppers in all metal colours
and rare marble ones
nobody liked to lose from me
so I just played alone

A classmate had an ivory marble
but they are forbidden, and I follow
the rules, that's the best game

People have no idea
how it works and what they waste
they say that I'm parsimonious
even with the foreign cents
that I cannot spend, the truth
is that I work hard

and live sober, a good example
that would benefit them more
than the inflation of a luxury life
Collection “Mosaicvirus”
moke Jun 28
half-drim drunk lights
in a half-remembered drunk night
there is always a purpose that i am forgetting
a reason why i need to keep my cup empty
i want to know every moment i spend with you
instead of missing out on myself
a poem part of a collection of poems i'm only just now making public
Ali Yousef Jun 15
This is the verge of insanity,
Addicted to sobriety,
Haunted by morality,
Sparking my anxiety,
Depriving from society,
Pulling me like gravity,
And aiming for fatality.
alexis hill Jun 4
today

I sat very still

the kind where you can almost hear the silence. I could feel my heart alive in my chest. beating.

walk on. walk on. walk on.

it wasn’t easy
I had to crawl to get here.

a lot of time spent tip toeing
through easily depressing situations

I don’t do well with emotional upsets
slit wrists
like please don’t hurt me
palms curled to a fist

but I couldn’t seem to
escape
his body weight

some things you just can’t
undo

unlike a knot tied
and pulled tightly
straight like a line
testing for sobriety

I AM NOT
linear

but you are

just like how you
think the past
shouldn’t
bother
me

and how recovery
should be me
getting over
it all

can you really call
yourself a professional
if you have never
walked the line?

so.

please- try mine.
life side.
Tøast May 29
Well I guess this is me,
They say once you’ve hit rock bottom you can only go upwards,
Well I hit the rock and pushed up into my mind,
Revealed the sky and shot up into the night.
Though all the scars and torture I’ve trodden through are tattooed on my skin,
The mud might have weighed down my boots but I’m stronger now than I ever have been.

A somewhat sober somebody, turning my life into something instead of melting into another nothing.
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