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
'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,
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.
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
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...
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'.
A recovering addict
We fight for our lives
Every single day
In ways that most
Will never understand
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...
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
It's whitewashed outside
Snuggling up with my coffee+
Is where you'll find me.
+and my cat
I think I'll just stay inside today
*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...
You failed me
Too many times
To even begin
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
You will undoubtedly
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*
#perish & #absolution #WritingChallenges
Skylark Challenge 118
He created who he is
Which is a storm
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
He remains the same
As life rains down around him
And lightning strikes repeatedly. JD
*Father Part XXX - His Own Storm*
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
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.
Eating tasty food,
Can drastically change your mood.