Poetry Blogs (alcohol abuse)
kJ Walker on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (4 hours ago)
Wanting life easy but living it hard
Dons his sick kilt and has one for the road
Gone to repeat the story he’s been told
In the bar where he hasn’t been barred.
Scotland is playing, they’ll win or they’ll lose
He orders a pint, the fifth of the night
Loneliness fades and the world becomes right
An amber-flecked al...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 1:52 pm
Despite me wishing it was different, you and I are more alike than not. But the biggest difference between us is you only care about yourself.
You choose to drink, so you can forget, while I smoke up to not care.
Not care about the millions of times you showed up late, drunk, or both. If you didn't cancel.
Not care about the times you've said things I know you don't mean, because it's not...
Thursday 30th August 2018 9:28 pm
It shattered across the floor
I knew this was coming, it was no surprise
I couldn’t take it anymore
Oh, the fire in his eyes
His hand against my neck
His breath against my cheek
I pulled away hoping not to wreck
Yet his presence felt so meek
The way he talked to me
The way he spat on the ground
The way he grabbed my knee;
It had me all turned around
Tuesday 20th March 2018 4:29 am
Drinking life away
To mourn and celebrate
With a drink in hand
A prop with which to stand
Have a drink to laugh
And stop sorrows in their path
To grieve at rising sun
Part of nightime fun
Drinking is your brain
The new way of being sane
Drinking is your super power
Your friend at every hour
A pint is always there
Like a friend who cares
A whiskey to relax
Drowning all the crap
Saturday 29th July 2017 5:33 pm
We all have out tipple of choice, mine
It's potent breath intertwines with mine
filling my lungs with pleasure.
Satisfying all of my dreams and desires.
as my words become dizzy, muddled.
Phosphene eyes to match. Spirits,
A wonderful serendipity,
i am free.
my mouth runs away with me, legs
The clock strikes, it's hand jittery
Friday 16th December 2016 7:00 pm
Dionysus diving in liquid Hell
The pendulum swings
Whatever fate awaits he in this maze
This rats nest
Choked up and spit out
The empty tin rattling down the street
In tune with what's really real
The Rat poisons himself
The mouse clutch clatter jawed to the cheese...
Even if it kills him
Dive to the bottom like a duck
Wednesday 6th January 2016 5:03 am
Liquor, such a licentious name,
I hear it whispered on TV,
my hair stands on end.
I move the bottles out of sight,
to negate their seductiveness.
They cry to be held or treasured.
The weakness of wine glasses,
resonating when they are washed.
They are true to their purpose at least.
I pour a scant amount,
measuring with molecular like precision.
I swig it back with...
Monday 23rd February 2015 12:23 pm
Just another drop love, just another glass.
Just another bottle , im sure that this one will last.
Just another day gone , just another week ,
Its only here and there love, its just to help me sleep.
Its just another month where ive felt a little stressed
And ive needed it to get me by and decide on what is best,
Its just another argument , that I cant remember now ….
I know t...
Friday 12th December 2014 3:27 pm
One in ten have the gene, ONE in ten, how could that be me?
A gene for alcoholism is a gene that I have, bearly hitting seventeen when I realised that.
Drinking on the weekends turned into every morning of everyday.
With my hands melted around a bottle, forever there to stay.
My bottle was my friend, the friend of a friend in need,
Helping me "solve" my problems, yet creating more i...
Monday 18th August 2014 8:49 am