Here goes! Roses are red, violets are blue. I will be sober from now on, as you can be too.
Sorry guys Art and poetry are not my greatest talents… I tried… 
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@Ozdownunder That is cute! I like it! 
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If you could would you kill me,
If you thought that it might help.
If you thought that you might find,
what you can’t find in yourself?
If you knew you’d find the answers to those questions in your head,
Would it “Peace” your world together just to know that I were dead?
Would it hide your darkest secrets and conceal your deepest lies?
When the truth gets hard to keep it I can see it in your eyes.
So if you thought that you might prosper…
Would you throw it all away…
Would you give it all for nothing…
Just to end me here today…
If you could?
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Hold me close before i fall
Im slipping once again
But you are all that stops this world
From pulling me back in
Hold me tight, don’t let me go
Please never let this end
You are all i need to know
My love, my life, my friend.
Follow me up to a new place
In a new life far away
Above the hills, below the oceans
In a dream where we’ll be safe
Lift your wings up to the sky
Mend your wounds let’s learn to fly
Leave this world so far below
Let me show you.
Haven’t been writing very much but I wrote a breakup poem about alcohol so thought I’d share it.
"Infatuation "
My friend, my crutch, my secret love…
You fit me perfect as a glove.
My everything I never was
Your touch ran through my veins
And I could never get enough
You lent me words of wisdom,
So I showed others I was wise
They laughed and shared of your deciet
But I felt comfort in your lies
Infatuation.
There simply was no other way
Your bitter taste could dim,
My body craved you in the night
And I dove deeply into sin
All the secrets you have kept
I never want to know
I will mourn the loss of you, but
alcohol,
Just go.
It’s a rough draft
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Very nice @Restlesssoul
Inspiring too…been wanting to write something about addiction but i just can’t spit it out…good job 
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Geez i haven’t written anything in years!
I’ll give it a shot when i get some alone time.
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You wrote that so perfectly. I felt every word. My world feels like yours… I never can get my.emotions out to even.make sense. I hate.feeling like this but.also loved reading this and putting my emotions into something even I understand better to grow STRONGER and be happy. I can be happy. We can’t continue to sink it eats us alive. It’s the most pain I feel a person will ever endure. And almost no one understands so were all alone. Thank you for this!
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Wrote this awhile back-
His face bears the mark of a man haunted by his past,as if the afflictions of his yesterdays had beaten his inner child within an inch of its life.
Although ever present,his eyes merely hint at the riddle of mistrust which baffles his heart,swallowing them with a look of loss and tells of an even more horrific truth.
Despite all the pain and suffering and heartache…
And all the burdens and tragedies,
The one thing his very soul longs for…he had forgotten how to do.
For it’s the sweet relief of tears he is unable to shed that he desires the most,and so it is,an unjust irony that cripples this man and keeps him from happiness.
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Faith of faiths
It is not our wounds that define us,
Nor the struggles of our day,
But the choices made when hope is grim,
And fear is far too great!
For the egos blind and the heart is dumb,
Both are casualties of war.
So let them die a godly death,
And thus the spirit listens more.
See faith itself will stand alone,
When nothing else remains.
Bitter sweet this truth is just,
In the freedom that we gain.
A thousand deaths we’ve lived to see,
And yet tomorrow isn’t promised,
That is what they call the grace of God
When the hand of Gods upon us.
So remember this if nothing more,
For life itself has beckoned…
Does love itself…serve a purpose?
And give meaning to the question.
Another piece
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Wow man, i love it. You have a way of making one feel what you feel…but maybe because we all feel it just don’t always know how to put it into words. Reminded me a little of a few I posted on here not too long ago…here’s one:
What once was my haven has become my new prison. My escape has become my Warden. Things that were once bright and easy and carefree are the fetters and chains and burdens binding me.
If I only would have known I would’ve never let it go…never let it grow…never let the bitterness so freely flow.
They tell you you have choices, oh just ignore all the voices…
but whispers turned to screams as I got nightmares in place of dreams.
Till the choices you had now have you. They push and they drive ever demanding of you.
What to think, how to be, how to act how to speak…a numb blind robotic trance.
But the numbness seems easier than having a chance.
than having a choice…than recognizing your own voice.
The filter that promised to make it ok to make you feel happy and wanted and understood, has now morphed into a deep knowing that you’re nothing, least of all good.
Everything is twisted reenforcing you’re not “what you should”.
The despair and self loathing keep chipping away, till all that is left of your soul is just gray.
Not black or dark or horribly destroyed, because that would be better than the numb thoughtless void.
No gray is the color that I wear, a constant reminder of what’s just under here.
I dare not scratch the surface, I know I can’t bear,
To face the beaten wounded soul, desperate to hide, to survive, to try not to care.
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And this one… shit. This one moved me. To tears.
I started a poetry thread too, but I’ll tag onto this one if you don’t mind. It’s my thing too.
A 74-year-old bullet
got lodged inside his head.
On his way to meet the kaiser,
it shot his serenity dead.
We could see it sticking out,
like a child out of bed.
That bullet from the dark,
kept begging to be fed.
Afraid to wake the beast,
we gave it what it took:
Our sanity, his dignity,
but not a second look.
No, we could not face it.
We took a bullet of our own,
and it stuck inside our hearts,
like child that’s never grown.
16 years since he’s passed,
192 months since Grandpa
touched a drop,
but that bullet from his head,
still suckles a poison pop.
All that’s left to do
is shoot the kaiser from this thread,
to feed the kids their dinner,
and lay Grandpa back in bed.
I’m so sorry we couldn’t save him
from the chains of way back when,
when the kaiser won the battle,
and he was never whole again.
~H.W.
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Every night tears,
Fall upon this pillow,
Still no,
Body listening
no where to go,
As a still roam
within this
black abyss is still home,
Losing the will to fight
why can’t I stay strong,
In my head
All these voices make
Every angel shake
shortly all this pain and hate
Is gunna force my ass to break
when I’m dead and gone
whos gunna keep my family safe
I doubt you understand but please tell me how you relate,
So who wants to listen
Something in my life is missing
Distant family always bitching
Wonder why im steady tripping
Maybe it’s the way I’m living
I don’t understand religion
Now I feel these veins Itchin
So I’ll grab a blade to itch them
Distorted vision,
All I ever see is black,
No passing this,
Once again depression got attached,
Feeling all this panic
Beat Rushes like a heart attack,
I don’t seek attention
Because all I ever state is facts,
I have an alcoholic mother
Plus a pedophile father,
I’m about to be a father
Scared I can’t parent proper,
Every single day feels like
it’s getting one step harder
This pain is overwhelming
Goodbye yes I must say I’m sorry
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I would give anything
Just to see u 2 years old again
Imagine what u could have done
Imagine how U could have been,
Watching Landon play till the sun goes down
I would hold ur hand as u
Squeeze up on to mine
Hold on tight
Wish I’d never let go
Remember making
houses out of old Legos
Just to knock them down
See it’s changed that
your not around
I’m not the same but
I hope your proud
I wish his face was still around
With that baby smile
And those little pudgy cheeks
Imagine all the mischief you’d get into
Imagine masons tag team
1 plus 2
Imagine all the
Good bad sad and happy times
Imagine all the time outs
With extensive crys
Stay up late
To watch tv u couldn’t watch
Go to school break rules
With hop scotch
Climb trees, chase bees just to act tough
Just to fight with Mason over brother stuff
Play till late
As I chase my son in my mind froze
My thunder buddy
I will keep u safe as u doze
Off to sleep breath slows
While counting sheep
Off to sleep night night
baby Landon sleep
Till we meet again
Stay safe my son
And I will keep u
In these thoughts till
My very end
My little teletubby
In the sky With a smile
My little thunder buddy
I will see u in a while
Man I miss you
Like the sun on a rainy day
Hope the stars
come out to play
So I can see you
Yeah I miss you
I want to be with you Landon
I wish u can see 2 again
These are great. I’m not a poetry writer…I’m more prose.
For Christmas I got a book filled with short story prompts. I was looking at all the ones that could be used with a character in recovery. I look forward to finding the time to actually WRITE them instead of thinking them up while lying in bed trying to fall asleep. 
Absolutely love that this thread is coming up again and that there’s other people on here that enjoy/write poetry.
Keep it coming!
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I wish I could just fly away from it all…
That I could jump without fearing the fall.
I want to escape this world I’ve created,
But you can’t run when its only you that you’ve hated.
Its always inside that the problems lie,
that the war is the bloodiest, that the battle is strongest, that your pain just makes you wish you could die.
Just get away from it all? There’s no possible way. No matter how far you run your demons always stay.
And just when I’m convinced it can’t possibly get worse, a new low is achieved a darker form of this curse.
I wish I was outside just looking in…to this mess, to this horror, a stranger in my skin.
I then wouldn’t know as I know first hand, the mangled wings of my soul not even flying but begging just to stand.
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Good reading