If only this moment / lasted a lifetime
A poem I wrote for 2 friends of mine and myself on the great times we have and the situations we just don’t want to leave This is my favourite poem of all that I have written, I do hope you enjoy it.
Tomorrow morning the man of my dreams who I married November 28, / 1968, the man with whom I delivered three healthy, well-adjusted, brill…
She takes something like a breath. / “You cripple.” / She cups my chin. She is crying. She is crying.
the text v of the in virtue accompaniment. hard harsh true and sad
MY LIFE… Tales of my experiences….
Ok… So this is what inspired my Memoirs… It is a hefty little read but I have been told it is worth it… I am not sure of all the rules about posting stuff on here.. I believe that there are a few cuss words in this… But to the major extent I kept my writings pretty clean… I started from a point in highschool and just sorta moved on as the years passed… They are just some of my life experiences… I really hope you enjoy them… and please feel free to give me any criticism.. I am new at writing… and I know that these probably wouldn’t get high marks in a lterature class :) but anywho… here is MY LIFE….
They are the things you want to run from full speed. These things you just can’t clean off and that you’ll just never be clean of… the…
Just another memory of alcoholism which I bear
I trip and fall over rifts overhanging mountains and hills and rivers and cliffs and starships
“I think that’s enough” “I’m not done yet”
Don’t know how many times I have seen something similar in real life. When too much suddenly becomes not enough. (Warning – Explicit Language In This Story)
Employees work later since there’s no longer a need to relax at the bar.
Wine does not beg me for all-consuming dedication.
A dedication to the one form of indulgence that sets me free.
Those pint glass bottomed spectacles / are staring up at me / as you gurgle down another beer / and burp and boff with glee. Gone are you…
You tease the palate with a taste for more / Then dump your victim at oblivion’s door / His thirst increases the more you entice / He grabs …
/ Thanks go to “pepper08” for bringing my words to life with fantastic imagery!!
Crush my bones, / with all your light, / suffocate my hate, / till I kiss this life,
This is about the bottle, and how it ruins life’s, and nearly took my own, hope you like
i wither in the shadow / of your indifference / until i am reduced / to nothingness / an empty shell / filled with nothing but / illusions of …
Written 16 May 2009.
In the morning, / post shower and cuppa joe – / You turn, / away from the news / and cough up / a night / of nuisance and panic. Thrashing…
This is a poem about my life spent living with a mean drunk. I am in the process of shedding the skin I had to grow just so I could keep breathing in that life. Let me just say, it was mighty hard. But…light cannot be covered; it always finds a way to shine.
How am I supposed to feel about your fragile state, / when all you even did was tap, tap, tap / my fractured glass / with your diamond-head …
This is a poem about my current situation, as told from my stand-point to my almost Ex husband. about being crushed by an alcoholic sucking my soul for so long and almost forgetting what it was like to be alive, loved, respected, listened to, and unafraid to speak. To have, after the better part of 15 years of that, to have found a man, a real man, who actually wants to hear/read what I have to say, and love me for who i am not what they needed to covet or to make to feel small…and how wonderful and alive I feel because of him. :) Thank You!
If I have learned anything from this monumental debacle, / it is how to economize. Harvesting smiles is not something to be taken lig…
Ouch. This was a hard poem to write, a hard poem to have to write. It is about living with a soul-sucker, when all you’ve ever wanted and dreamed about was love.
Fold me up proper. / Neatly. / Stick my pretty shape / up / onto your sandpaper shelf until I am / left chaffed, / itching, / and raw / from so …
another poem about my life, and how it was, is, but won’t be for much longer…
Can I tell you about these trailing arms / hanging through threadbare clothes like bones / white wrinkled maps of a journey you wouldn’t wa…
A while ago there was a programme on the radio about homelessness, and one of the people featured was a man in his 30’s or 40’s who had been an architect, running his own business. One morning his wife and two small children were killed in a car accident. His life collapsed and he ended up homeless, living on the streets and, like so many, experiencing chronic alcohol problems. I don’t know what happened to him.
They come for me at night / eyes closed, mouth wide / Screaming / I try to hide
A look into a personal poem I wrote about the / stuggles of alcoholism…
The vicar was using a small demonstration :- / Two glasses, a worm, and a bored congregation.
Warning : a swear word appears in this rhyme.
Ground floor, going up! / Fractured frame stumbling / up the tree of life. / Stature low, you crawl, / (there’s only one way) you say one …
My dream came true; the seeds took root; the lost rose at last. / This Diminished Hexaverse is dedicated to you. / You know who you are. :)
I am so often inspired by the beautiful poetry of Paul Rees-Jones – please visit his impressive portfolio Girl Once I knew a girl, / Who sat with her back to the world, / As it turned without her seeing. Her fingers entwined, / Around a flower of spring, / A smile placed on lips, reliving. Though time passed on, / Her lips never faltered, / Upon that red dying bloom. Her fingers touched, / The soft falling petals, / Like an embrace gone too soon. When she was ready, / She turned back to the world, / Falling to a life without fear. Wind brushed her hair, / Like whispering tomes, / She welcomed the ground drawing near. Perhaps she learned more, / Than most of us know, / Inside that aging rose. I look at her face, / A Beauty in that smile, / And envy the path she chose. My musical accompaniment of choice / hey boy / hey girl / superstar DJ / here we go
Wrote this out of the video that POP’s posted…
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