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    #1

    The Poetry Corner

    Hi there. As a poet and writer, i thought it might be a good idea to start a Poetry thread where people can share poems and thoughts in a creative way. I love poetry and it helps me to release things and have fun.
    Don't worry if you think you cannot write... because poetry has no real rules.
    It's art and as in all art, Freedom of Expression and artistic license is key. So Just write... You'll eventually start getting the hang of it and it will grow on you i'm sure.

    I hope we can all have fun doing this. And through it express some deep inner emotions to find release.

    :welcome:
    The mindset of an addict is trenchant in its very nature
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    #2
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    The Darkness Inside

    I find myself running and trying to hide
    from a darkness I've know for most of my life.
    It's a secret to most but to those that have seen,
    the darkness inside me is like a nightmarish dream.
    So long have i been trying to beat it,
    but the more that i try the more i can't keep it.
    The more i try hide it the more it grows.
    The more i try hide it the more it shows.
    So i find myself walking along broken glass with pride,
    trying to overcome the darkness inside.
    The mindset of an addict is trenchant in its very nature

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      #3
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      Disease Without Cure.

      I'm bleeding and broken after letting my world fall.
      The hurt that i caused was too much for them all.
      This bottomless pit, so dark and dangerous.
      Hopeful still that i can beat this.
      Without warning or without a sound
      the habit of old brought me crashing down.
      And the trail of destruction left in my wake,
      was way too much for them to take.
      Now I'm the outside of their love and I'm
      hanging by a thread, so far above.
      Just dangling here on the edge of my fears
      as resentment eats away with tears.
      It's a habit. It's a disease.
      It's the monster that lives inside of me.
      It's a habit that can't break for sure.
      It's a disease that doesn't have a cure.
      The mindset of an addict is trenchant in its very nature

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        #4
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        Today my daughter came to me, and cried
        Tears wet her shirt and redness rimmed her eyes,
        'What can it be that rips your youthful soul?
        you are too young, too new to know such woe'.

        She told me of the pain that day had brought,
        unable to absorb the lesson taught.
        No joy tomorrow, only sadness doubled
        Hope gone, dreams dead and laid to rubble


        I held her close and whispered ' hush, my dear,
        I dreamt like you, I wept and felt your fear.
        I suffered much, so truth can now be known
        All perfect roads are laid on broken stones

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          #5
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          Ripped shirt, torn skirt, what the hell did I do last night,
          Smudged eyes, love bites, head throbs in the day light,
          Who's that guy standing in my shower, I need to be at work in an hour!
          When will I learn to just drive past the bar, maybe I should sell my car!!!

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            #6
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            SlinkyKitty;1515872 wrote: Ripped shirt, torn skirt, what the hell did I do last night,
            Smudged eyes, love bites, head throbs in the day light,
            Who's that guy standing in my shower, I need to be at work in an hour!
            When will I learn to just drive past the bar, maybe I should sell my car!!!
            I like it, thanks

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              #7
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              Each drop, takes me down like a bullet takes away life's possibilites.
              I cry for the me i once was but life has no mercy on the weak.
              I resolve again to stand and fight, and the beast in me shouts for "his right".
              I know the battle is lifelong, and my childlike soul will again find song.
              I stand facing the future, and hope not to fall... into the past.

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                #8
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                Both written quite a few years ago.

                Monday?s whisky

                I don?t want you during the day?
                Then I wish you were not a part of my life,
                You pain me as I wake,
                Try to shake you from my being?
                But come evening,
                I desire you,
                Search you out
                And lap you up.

                You allow me to think that which I ought not to,
                Speak likewise,
                Write akin to those spoken words.

                Imbue in me another reality,
                An addictive love,
                Warmth,
                That I, in these adulterated nights,
                Enjoy.

                I excuse your being in me,
                So as you can be in me,
                For this night.
                Yet another night.

                You are my lover,
                When I have no lover to be with.
                You are my company,
                When there is none.
                You alleviate the solitude of loneliness.
                A daily few hours of company
                That defies the meaning of company.

                Yet forever wishing I could live without you.
                An attribute I wish I did not live with.
                An attribute I wish did not become me.
                Yet we are private lovers,
                And no one need know.
                No one does.

                Our demonic love,
                Dear whisky.


                20.04.2008
                All the females who flit by,
                like sand through my fingers,
                leaves blowing now lost elsewhere?

                The girl in the pink top will flit,
                The girl with chocolate hair blow away,
                All pausing momentarily, accidentally
                For them all to
                Pass away.

                Though perhaps it was me who left first
                To the heralding call of Guinness.

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                  #9
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                  Everyone is so good here! Haha! Poets and their vices hey! True poet needs the pain!

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                    #10
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                    Love the poetry thank you all it helps me alot....Just wish i could do it.
                    Maybe on might try today. On H.A.L.T..(hungry, angry, lonely ,and tired)

                    catch22 x
                    Formerly known as Teardrop:l
                    sober dry since 11th Jan '2010' relapse/slip on 23/7/13 working in progress ! Sober date 25/7/13 ( True learning has often followed an eclipse, a time of darkness, but with each cycle of my recovery, the light grows stronger and my vision is clearer. (AA)
                    my desire to avoid hitting bottom again was more powerful then my desire to drink !

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                      #11
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                      Yeah Great poems peeps.

                      Keep it flowing
                      The mindset of an addict is trenchant in its very nature

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