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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.
All the lines in this poem were written while I was intoxicated throughout last year and while sober I formed then into this piece, thanks for reading
Ayeshah Nov 2011
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
Donall Dempsey Apr 2017
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."
Donall Dempsey Mar 2021
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."

— The End —