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January 19, 2018
Visakhapatnam, India

Addiction was loving you
Affection was getting loved by you
I know time won't freeze for us
But for us it's giving memories
I know meeting you is hard
But I ensure my future is with you
Silence of love , experiencing now
Even this is a sweet pain
Your love was too a heavenly poison
You opened your heart , saying
"IDIOT , I WANT YOU "
Deep inside these words  settled
And for you now I pen my words
Until they reach your lap
Blessed!!! I got your love !!!      
#Mr.Shram #love diary         
      #✍️Praneeth yadav

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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January 15, 2018
Doha, Qatar

'FOOD' is not just a word, it is an emotion,
Respected and cherished with utmost devotion.
Few people eat to live,
For others it is something addictive.
Food of choice cheers you up completely,
Not wanting to share, you tend to eat discreetly.
Spending most of our money on food,
It is a quick fix for a bad mood.
This is the love that never fades,
More precious than rubies, emeralds or jades.
Eating chocolate lightens your mind,
Craving can never be exactly defined.
You can feel a taste in your mouth,
Licking it off your fingers forgetting all couth.
Putting on weight freaks you out,
But while eating, that is not something you are bothered about.
Food is what we think about the most,
Always ...

MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE
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January 13, 2018
Cuttack, India

Food

If there be no Mom
For food, what choice one can make
Whatever serves to the hungry stomach
Gratefully one bounds to take.
If one wants to take cake
While it may safe in the rake,
There's no choice one could make
But to bear for the life's sake.

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MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE
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January 11, 2018
 



                                               
                                   
                     I'd like to say
                     That I was raised well
                     That I had
                     A good childhood
                     And was taught
                     All the right things
                     But I can't
                     Because I was raised
                     On liquor and lies
                     By a drunk
                     Who put the bottle
                     Ahead of anything else
                     And you wonder why
                     I'm so messed up.             JD


*Vodka First* Father Part XXXIII
#LiquorA...

COCKTAIL
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January 11, 2018
Newquay, United Kingdom

I CANT SLEEP

Im suffering with Insomnia at the moment, ask Elizabeth its driving me crazy lol

However, it gives me time to think...

Newquay is a small community, and given my past, most of my friends are fucked up in one way or another.

Some drink too much, some drink and do chop (cocaine) and most smoke the herb.

Yet these people are the first to ask me what Im drinking when they see me in pubs and bars, because they love the fact that Im sober, they want me to beat the very thing they live with every day.

And they sre true friends, because those of us who are broken, know it, we are not proud of it, we are what we are, but we support each other, respect each other, and understand e...

MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE
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January 10, 2018
 

Dear letterists,

We challenge you to write a poem about...

Food! It can be your favorite meal or your least favorite food.

Tag your open letter 'poetry'.

Have fun!;)

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EARTH AND SKY
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January 9, 2018
 

Never underestimate

A recovering addict

We fight for our lives

Every single day

In ways that most

Will never understand

                  Unknown

A NEW DAY
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January 8, 2018
 

                            Mornings and coffee
                            Perfect together, as I
                         Wipe sleep from my eyes.

                                           JD

BETTER TOGETHER
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January 6, 2018
 

You woke me up at 5:30 am.
It feels like my brain is going to explode.
You gently kissed my cheek and left for work.
I cannot sleep now.
I need coffee...

COFFEE
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January 5, 2018
 


It used to be the be the blade that I would drag across my skin
The blood was my ink and my relief was my words


It used to be the alcohol that I would pour down my throat
The liquid was my ink and the burning was my words


It used to be the screams that I would send into the night
The tears were my ink and my cries were my words


But suddenly, it was the pen that I would glide along the paper
And the ink was my ink and my words were my words

And that is why I write




~G.U.

PUDDLE PERFECT
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January 4, 2018
 

               It's whitewashed outside
           Snuggling up with my coffee+
               Is where you'll find me.

                               JD

+and my cat
I think I'll just stay inside today

CUP OF TEA
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January 2, 2018
 

#Movies
#MyLifeAsAMovie

*The Story Of Us*

Have you ever seen the movie "Casual Sex?"  The "joke" line of the two main female characters is "there's your boyfriend" - they say this when referring to two very unlikely prospects for their own boyfriends.

As my daughters got into their teens, this became  a line we always used.  We'd be shopping and I'd be like, "There's your boyfriend" - the intended target would range from the hottest young male on the planet to the goofiest, badly dressed kid to ever live.  But it was funny - it still is funny.  We still say it.

Then one day, I said it about my neighbor and myself - "there's my boyfriend," and it became an intrinsic joke between u...

PASSION
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December 30, 2017
 

            You failed me
                     Us
                        Yourself
            Too many times
                      To even begin
                          To count
             You tried to love us
             The best you could
             But it was never enough
             Because the bottle
             Always came first
             When will you
             Finally wake up (sober)
             And see the world
             Through clear eyes?       JD


*Wake Up* Father Part XXXII
#failed #DecCMChallenge


COCKTAIL
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December 21, 2017
 

            One day
            You will undoubtedly
            Perish
            At the bottom
            Of a bottle
            It is not my place
            To offer you absolution
            But I can
            Lend you my hand
            To keep you from drowning
            This time around.       JD


*Father Part XXXI - This Time*
#PhotoChallenge
#perish & #absolution #WritingChallenges

HOLD MY HAND
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December 20, 2017
 

       Skylark Challenge 118                                  


              He created who he is
              Which is a storm
              Within himself
              Poured from the bottle
              Sometimes straight up
              And other times
              On the rocks
              In each passing day
              I always held out hope
              That things could change
              That he would change
              But tomorrow never came
              And alas,
              He remains the same
              As life rains down around him
              And lightning strikes repeatedly.       JD

*Father Part XXX - His Own Storm*
#storm #rocks...

COCKTAIL
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December 12, 2017
 

I can see the whole city
I can see the beautiful sky
While drinking my hot coffee
I can see how birds fly

I can hear the noise
I can hear the chirpings
While laying with my coffee
I can also hear the whisperings

I can feel the warmth
I can feel the chill
And as the sun sets
I can feel that nothing is still
-Sanya

TIS THE SEASON
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December 11, 2017
 

Each cell in my body is craving,
Every part hurts,
The sounds are too loud,
The light is burning my eyes,
Hunger has abandoned me,
Reality has broken up,
Sadness embraced me,
Each cell in my body is craving,
Just for you, just for a glimpse,
You are my drug,
Your talks the dose,
And a day without you,
I fall apart,
withdrawal symptoms take over,
And I forget to live,
But a call from you
And I'm back on track,
You are my DRUG.

-Anjana Madhusoodanan

DARK DEPTHS
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December 8, 2017
Sahibzada Ajit Singh Nagar, India

Eating tasty food,
Can drastically change your mood.

-Gurkomal

...

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HUMAN RIGHTS DAY
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December 8, 2017
 

The table was ready..
So was the tea..

The evening was sunny..
Also flying was a honey bee..
Hiding behind the moving steam..
I saw her eyes gleam..
There again I saw the smile..
Now my heart has again gone for a while...

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HUMAN RIGHTS DAY
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