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Aaron Wallis Mar 2015
Never had any regrets since your last cigarette
Never a mistake that drink wouldn’t help you forget
You were ‘fun’ and you were ‘tough’ when the fuzz arrested you
The drugs well they were drugs and they did what they do

Just puff and you take and knock all back
And you huff and you joke your life way off track
It’s all about tomorrow for you; and what it can do for you
Instead of putting down childish things and seeing what you can do for you.


Now it’s bright out and all colours break the dread
You can hear and taste the screams and rows and the tears that ever came
New life hits you hard and the old feels haunts your head
Being sober and so burned only lets you know you’re nothing but ashamed

No amount of bodies would stop the haunting in your bed
It was still **** cold and still **** dark and you still can’t forget
You’re not allowed that way out too many so called tears that would be shed
So now you don’t do that? But the sky’s still blue and your bloods still red

Have another drink and heave it up and get too thin
Smoking chops up the life you want to cut in the rut that you’re in
You say you ain’t a drunk you just like to ***** for a while
Doing a-dult things don’t make you less of a child

Now it’s bright out and all colours breaks your head
You can hear and taste the screams and rows and the tears that ever came
You find comfort in the dark and fear this new light instead
Being sober and so burned only lets you know you’re nothing but ashamed

Now it’s bright out and all colours refuse to fade
Show how you love all the love these people have for you
It’s easier to imagine how it could be back in the shade
Trust they rely on you, stick it through.

But don't be a mug they don’t need you, so keep your face out the dirt
Stay sober stay quit even though it all gets through and sometimes all falls out.
Be alive and happy and hurt, instead of dead and numb, dumb and hurt.
Stick it through, stop being you.
Stick it out.
I no longer drink and now admit it's due to a fear of addiction, I have gone as far to quit smoking, and trying very hard not to adopt any new habits as I am a creature to it. At first replying on any kind of substance made me hate how it controlled me and how  I was unable to be a self I was semi comfortable with.Now so much of a different me is coming out I fear a part of me years to dive right back into to something, anything. This has left me raw (and fatter than i used to be) and as a result I have steered away from clever words and just laid it down.
John Duval Feb 2014
Li-ttle peo-ple do-ing a-dult things.
Life is too slow, get out of the slow lane.
Friends are too dull, get out of your mind.
Hitch a ride on the veins of your arm.
This liquid is the fertilizer to your flowers.
The ink to your shocking autobiography.
You've broken those ropes that once constrained,
Left that home that made you gasp for air.
So drive off into the sunset and breathe.
I wrote this a long time ago. Consider this a nostalgia post.
Natalie Bean May 2011
Man that makes me sigh,
the man
a-dult? young adult
mature-something, growing up?
and me, little girl, but
(god forbid he does not
let me know i am "good")
how loved? what love?
i am feeling overpowering
but simple pure
disgust
as a sorrysomething in my throat.

it is all of you that's left
and now i could never love
it is the man i hate
with a sickness,
swelling passion
and I am not your friend.

gone for always is the
boy-
wonderful:

oh however so i
once
admired him.
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I am bad with words and my head is a mess. Here, I am trying to explode into something I can be proud of.
It's not really working.
Dylan Jones Mar 2019
its not that i don't notice
i notice all the time
maybe you don't know this
i'm running out of my mind

Try not to panic
Its only forever
Treat it kindly
Plenty of water

This isn't any normal dream
its a full recollection of my fantasy
too much at stake to leave it alone
i've seen where we came from

Trippin on your legs
as i walk through
the living room
hope i didn’t wake you
im trying to avoid my doom

visiting a trip
towards memory lane
stop giving me lip
and quit playing that game

afterthoughts
and before feelings
emotion robots
and contact dealings.

i just found out
that snow is cold
the benefit of the doubt
is that experience is old

popularly singularity
has escaped me
i feel myself slipping
into unknown dreams

don't fret
you better bet
i'm not anyone
i'm someone

its not that i don't notice
i notice all the time
maybe you don't know this
i'm running out of my mind

your hypotheticalness
is getting out of hand
creating quite a mess
in the desert sand

rock-a-bye  ah-dult
and the branch broke
its not your fault
for being a dolt

dream of me
and be aware
it may be
a total nightmare

I trust that I can lie
To be the strong one
Who’s ready to die
But I’m not yet done

Here take this
A little piece of advice
Don’t talk about anything
When Silence will suffice

Homeward
Upward
Down size
Wrong size

long ways
to paradise
love stays
while you fantasize

magic trees....
thats all i have to say
they are scary
in every way...
My favorite type of writing. For some reason my brain works better in this form.
Kenzi Lee Aug 2021
Once again,
down the highway
rides the Roady clan;

the man,
the dog,
the teena-dult,

and the not-so-little girl,
whose music tastes are developing
quite nicely;

All the way from
annoying, repetitive songs about cats
to "Bohemian RATsody",
some good ole' Rick Astley,
and the timeless Bo Burnham classics,

I feel more and more honored
to be granted access
to the ever-expanding world
within her headspace...

Her humor is advanced,
and her laughter is contagious,
but also mischievous,
just like her eyes;
so captivating,
both pale and bright blue;
they always tell me,

"She looks just like you!!"

....And I remember....
when I was her age,
just before she entered this crazy world,
I began to believe I was all alone,
so distant
from a true connection
and likeness
that biology and chance
would soon set right in front of me....

But here we are;
10 years flew by just like that,
and here she is,
almost too big to sit on my lap,
or ride on my back,

but still little enough
to laugh at the misfortune of Rat
being hit with a baseball bat
when nobody even knows why,
and luckily,
SO AM I....
My little sister turns 10 soon, so I had to write this sappy little poem.. It is somewhat of a continuation of the one last year called "dreams"... fun fact: we have a little over a 10 year age gap ❤

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