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Ray Dunn Mar 2019
Yesterday,
I stole your drink.

At least now you can hate me
stone-cold sober.
Im just spitting anything out at this point. Most of this stuff is things I’d scribble on post it’s or whatever if only I could FIND MY DANG NOTEBOOK!!!
Àŧùl Mar 2019
I visited the same beach,
The beach of our sobriety,
It's there in my memories.

I touched & felt there the sands of time,
The time that we spent in togetherness,
It's a time in that recycle bin of the past.

I shall forget you forever, soon,
This tide of time will help me,
It's going to immerse that sand castle.

I let my ship find her angel,
The angel of my dreams,
It's not long before I touch her.

I see myself visiting her lands,
The lands of beauty and Bihu,
It's just that I realized ships must sail on.
My HP Poem #1738
©Atul Kaushal
Ingram Mar 2019
I was told I need to talk to someone,
a therapist
because I’m drowning in the bottle;
my terrorist.
I have feelings I can’t explain,
the anxiety
And now I have to take steps towards
my sobriety.
I don’t know how I got to this place,
I’m lost.
All the hiding at the expense of those I love,
my cost.
I need to let it hurt,
the pain.
Or this terrorist will forever be there,
my chain.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
Cravings for a hit
Hints of sin begin within
Winning bit by bit
Cravings are the worst
Astraea Feb 2019
you are as smooth
as *****
a deadly sin
that brings me
temporary inebriation

your lust is whiskey
setting me ablaze
as you leave your
kisses on my body

but it is your love
that renews me
into sobriety
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