"mls" poems - Hello Poetry

Why can't my liver filter thoughts like it does with alcohol? It would save me the trouble of all the money I've spent to free myself of bad decisions, There is so much formality within a sober moment, while my drunkenness speaks freely, My brain doesn't erase moments like alcohol does, yet my liver puts up a fight reminding me to think, Fantasizing over an image created by theses slurred and blurred overzealous eyes, I am attracted to bars like teachers are to mls style, and to this day I'm still not sure which one has been more beneficial. Looking down the road of allowing glass, I measured my state of mind to pick my poison, Tequila adds a flower to a withering soul, ***** snuffs out the light where it gets to bold, whiskey fakes the fight with its bros, while gin loosens the bones and wine your emotions, at last we have beer a truth serum more powerful than love, What they all take is feeling, a small price to learning what we see in the refection is really something we refuse to collude with. My liver is always amazed, the amount of control I give to it, whilst the hand with a drink in it stays steady, The other acquires shame, controlled by a freedom of released inhibitions, If I could escape the safety of the dinner lights for the missing love that I thought drive me here, My liver is alone, in the battle, like one soldier who's realized that their command center threw them into a death trap and their enemies are mindless zombies of fallen memories, My toast is not alone, followed by smiles and condolences, significant enough to convince everyone, maybe one more.

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Jun 22, 2017

Jun 22, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC

kyle-madill-baker

The drunk Liver

Why can't my liver filter thoughts like it does with alcohol? It would save me the trouble of all the money I've spent to free myself of bad decisions, There is so much formality within a sober moment, while my drunkenness speaks freely, My brain doesn't erase moments like alcohol does, yet my liver puts up a fight reminding me to think, Fantasizing over an image created by theses slurred and blurred overzealous eyes, I am attracted to bars like teachers are to mls style, and to this day I'm still not sure which one has been more beneficial. Looking down the road of allowing glass, I measured my state of mind to pick my poison, Tequila adds a flower to a withering soul, ***** snuffs out the light where it gets to bold, whiskey fakes the fight with its bros, while gin loosens the bones and wine your emotions, at last we have beer a truth serum more powerful than love, What they all take is feeling, a small price to learning what we see in the refection is really something we refuse to collude with. My liver is always amazed, the amount of control I give to it, whilst the hand with a drink in it stays steady, The other acquires shame, controlled by a freedom of released inhibitions, If I could escape the safety of the dinner lights for the missing love that I thought drive me here, My liver is alone, in the battle, like one soldier who's realized that their command center threw them into a death trap and their enemies are mindless zombies of fallen memories, My toast is not alone, followed by smiles and condolences, significant enough to convince everyone, maybe one more.

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Understanding...... He looked at her breathing calmly She gazed hurtfully into His green-brown hazel eyes saying nothing of the lie he was hiding. The truth was she had already knew Forgiveness....... She wanted to forgive him Needed to believe the lies He spoke softly whispering silken words as He confessed He'd never betray her trust again. Another lie.......... She breaks down intensely yet silently Her souls cracked Her hearts in pieces He has no clue. Ashamed........ His touch scorches her skin as He placed His lying hands upon her arm Unyielding....... His deceit cages Her in She'll never be the same His game is to concur Her undoing Her with His words like fist He's pounded her into submission over and over again She lives only for his bidding. Life's gone....... The bottles empty Jack Daniels and hydro-co-done with a few Ib-profane 800 mls Drowning in a pool of her own blood- wrist cut. Dying.................. She fished what the pills may not have She cradles her womb knowing no life with be brought fourth because tonight She finally had enough abuse and LIES! Always Me Ayeshah Copyright (c) Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s) All right reserved

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Nov 15, 2011

Nov 15, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC

Ayeshah

LIES!!!!!

Understanding...... He looked at her breathing calmly She gazed hurtfully into His green-brown hazel eyes saying nothing of the lie he was hiding. The truth was she had already knew Forgiveness....... She wanted to forgive him Needed to believe the lies He spoke softly whispering silken words as He confessed He'd never betray her trust again. Another lie.......... She breaks down intensely yet silently Her souls cracked Her hearts in pieces He has no clue. Ashamed........ His touch scorches her skin as He placed His lying hands upon her arm Unyielding....... His deceit cages Her in She'll never be the same His game is to concur Her undoing Her with His words like fist He's pounded her into submission over and over again She lives only for his bidding. Life's gone....... The bottles empty Jack Daniels and hydro-co-done with a few Ib-profane 800 mls Drowning in a pool of her own blood- wrist cut. Dying.................. She fished what the pills may not have She cradles her womb knowing no life with be brought fourth because tonight She finally had enough abuse and LIES! Always Me Ayeshah Copyright (c) Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s) All right reserved

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it's just a bitter pill to swallow one that should fix my mind one that should make me happy one that should make me kind it's just 150 MLs of drugs to put you to sleep we've prescribed these pills so that none of your problems leak it's just a pill case that's bursting at the seams no problem, no sweat these pills are supposed to make me see nothing but smiley faces but i still feel nothing but dread if the prescription doesn't work should we up the dose or should we stop because my mental health is a budding rose making me want to drop the pills have stopped working well, i guess they never did but i don't want to concern the doctors so it's always something i've hid pretend i'm doing okay say that i feel fine they write it down in their little note pad i hope they don't know that i'm lying i hope they don't know that i'm crying i hope they don't know that i'm dying every second i'm alive if they could read my thoughts would they send me to the hospital for the second time? because if they do i'll stay silent... like a mime no words just like last time running out of rhymes so i guess i won't speak poetry is how i talk

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Nov 19, 2024

Nov 19, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC

Nobody_

meds

it's just a bitter pill to swallow one that should fix my mind one that should make me happy one that should make me kind it's just 150 MLs of drugs to put you to sleep we've prescribed these pills so that none of your problems leak it's just a pill case that's bursting at the seams no problem, no sweat these pills are supposed to make me see nothing but smiley faces but i still feel nothing but dread if the prescription doesn't work should we up the dose or should we stop because my mental health is a budding rose making me want to drop the pills have stopped working well, i guess they never did but i don't want to concern the doctors so it's always something i've hid pretend i'm doing okay say that i feel fine they write it down in their little note pad i hope they don't know that i'm lying i hope they don't know that i'm crying i hope they don't know that i'm dying every second i'm alive if they could read my thoughts would they send me to the hospital for the second time? because if they do i'll stay silent... like a mime no words just like last time running out of rhymes so i guess i won't speak poetry is how i talk

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LEAVING I scrape my shadow off of the wall. . Fold and re-fold it. Pack it neatly in a tiny suitcase. More a hold all. All that's left is a slight stain on some wallpaper roses. Already fading. A scrap of sunlight chases itself like an annoying yappy dog. A broken bit of glass sticks in my toe. I peel my reflection from the full length mirror. It is like trying to grapple water. It comes unstuck lifts off with a slight gasp. I funnel it into a minature empty shampoo bottle 250 mls. Outside a taxi honks its horn. Its sound invades the silence of this box like room. Four wall that ( even now ) fail to recognise me. "Where to mate?" asks the driver. I look at his photo !.D. "A. Death." it reads as if this was some kind of surreal joke. "Anywhere and nowhere." I answer. "Anywhere and nowhere."

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Apr 2, 2017

Apr 2, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

LEAVING

LEAVING I scrape my shadow off of the wall. . Fold and re-fold it. Pack it neatly in a tiny suitcase. More a hold all. All that's left is a slight stain on some wallpaper roses. Already fading. A scrap of sunlight chases itself like an annoying yappy dog. A broken bit of glass sticks in my toe. I peel my reflection from the full length mirror. It is like trying to grapple water. It comes unstuck lifts off with a slight gasp. I funnel it into a minature empty shampoo bottle 250 mls. Outside a taxi honks its horn. Its sound invades the silence of this box like room. Four wall that ( even now ) fail to recognise me. "Where to mate?" asks the driver. I look at his photo !.D. "A. Death." it reads as if this was some kind of surreal joke. "Anywhere and nowhere." I answer. "Anywhere and nowhere."

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