"acohol" poems
I thought we where friends
but her shorts showed to much skin
her body invited me in
her screams where uniformed
her skin was just to warm
I could tell she wanted more
by the hairs standing on her arms
why was she fighting back?
maybe she needed a drink
maybe acholol will help her think
I got up for a second
but she tried to run away
I tied her to my desk
until she knew she wanted to stay
I tried to give her acohol
but she spat in my face
I shoved the glass in her mouth
all she needed was a taste
While I was waiting for the acohol
to make the change
she started to get loud
screamed she would get saved
so i punched her in the face
It wasnt me
dont you see
she wanted me too
her shorts were to short
she showed to much skin
when she walked into my classroom
she basically invited me in
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
1:00 am
My phone buzzes
Your name appears on the screen
I tell myself
You do not really
Miss me
You've drowned
Your sorrows
Into acohol
An you're drunk
You say you
Miss me
You want me
Your drunken words
Roll off your tongue
And into my heart
As if It has stopped beating
I cannot help
But to believe this
I have missed you
Ever since that night
With the yelling and screaming
It was over
I cannot help but to
Say I miss you too
And then
Those two words
I've been dawning to hear
Come through the phone
"I'm sorry"
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
pour yourself a drink
it's four o clock somewhere
and who cares if in the morning
you'll feel so much worse
pour it with shaking hands
from caffeine worse for wear
and no food that day
just as long as it hurts
let the wine spill down
in gulps of pain and regret
don't bother to measure
you'll feel a little better
let it race into your blood
all you want is to forget
your liver fails and body cries
with each sip saying 'whatever'
choose to lose your mind
and senses to getting ****** up
oblivion your only goal
hoping it'll be over soon
choose to disregard advice
because it's never enough
and neither are you as
you howl at an ignorant moon
drink down each new glass
with reckless abandon and hope
that you'll forget this night or
finally commit that deadly act
drink until you're hollowed
you empty out and heaven knows
you want to die each minute
now there's no going back
listen to voices instead of friends
to pain instead of love
part your skin to cry in red
because your eyes are stone cold
listen to acohol and pills
as the only things you trust
give up and give in because
your future is dust not gold.
© Tara India.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
I use
to have a solution to
any feeling I had
your love
acohol
blades
and everything's gone
and I sit here
thinking about my addictions
and oh how easy
it could be for me
to slip back
into old me
she's been gone
for almost a year
she's in my mind
yelling at me
saying
"dear god get me the hell out of here"
begging me
to let her be free
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
you texted me
*I'm sorry baby forgive me,
it was the acohol talking*
and now once again I dont know what to think
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC