All alcohol does is burn
as it slides down
your throat
and drowns your
thoughts
for a while.
But what's the point
if all you want
to do is
forget the bad times
and only remember
the good ones.
Life's supposed to be
an adventure.
The ups and the downs
the twists and turns
not a smooth road
but full of bumps.
If you can't take it
don't drown your sorrows
don't begin craving
the bittersweet fire.
All it does is
bring more pain.
And after a while
the nausea sets in
along with a soaring
momentary bliss
which disappears
instantaneously.
It's a good thing
to try to give it up
but just to go back
to old ways
because of one problem
is a weakness.
But it's all fine
I don't expect you to listen.
My voice is just a whisper
another one lost
in the crowd
nothing special.
Cry out in your bad times
wallow in your guilt.
Wipe the tracks off your face
Lick salty drops
off your nose
and let the bad times go.
Because all we talk about
is freedom of thought
So why suppress
them with booze and lsd
Why not endure, thrive
Why not be strong?
Just had to write this
26.01.2019
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pathetic poetry.
RandomThis book is updated when I feel inspired, or full of words that I need to put out. It's a diary/rant/patheticexcuseforpoetry. Sometimes I like what I write but mostly it doesn't even make sense to me. But nonsense is the best sense.
