alcholism

Boa

tightening its noose

around your neck,

constricting the flow

of your breath,

pleeding to god to be

set free,

the boa does not care

for you are dead meat

 

Slowly digested, in the bowels of the beast,

a snake, which has bitten off more than it can chew,

either way your dead, no hope of escape, because your

already dead crushed by the infamous snake:

 

The Boa Constricter

 

 

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TEARS DROP

TEARS DROP.

 

 

   Give me an electric guitar and I shall light up the sky!

Waiting for something to happen, but I feel so good,

I wonder and then again, I would lies,

If I did not know why my haemoglobins glow in the dark!

I am so far I sometimes wonder if I shall ever comeback.

But for what?

That the question who has been ra ttlingthe back of my mind!

Reality taste rather bitter and has no colours,

Just a plain texture, fill with the same pattern!

As I draw on the kitchen table!

 

Remember me mummy,

I was so quiet then, I would never say a word,

I was almost deaf to the screams,

And my silence was so loud inside me!

I wish I could have stand up, but I was only a child!

 

So I kept drawing stars,

In a black sky, multicolour stars,

Perfect on the paper,

Proud I would give the same sketches to my teachers,

I wonder if they knew, the meaning of those?

 

Each ones was a words,

I kept silence, while I try to loose my vision,

I truly live like some creeple child,

No visual concept, no voice, no ears…

I though this would last forever!

 

Looking back, I was already lost in my world,

Mystical and magic.

While all along we were under the treat of his brutality!

I knew so young to keep secrets,

But secrets kills is it not true mummy?

 

Look at me now!

Oh yes, I have never left this garden,

As a matter of fact, I hold the keys tightly,

And once in a while, I open the gates of hell,

To invite more macabre vices!

 

So many have try and falls,

To the sense of my sweet orchids!

Feast for the eyes, man eaters…

I never wanted this,
but how can I bring the sun where laid my bones?

 

Can’t you see I am still a child?

The same one, who would draw stars,

In the darkness I live for ten years.

It was so lonely, I lost myself so often!

Screaming for help….

 

So I learn to make this wild garden,

A place of love, a peculiar feeling indeed,

Guilty, I guess as sins,

But sins was the blessing,

Who run upon my forehead!

 

And today, I finally manage to let the rusty doors wide open,

And for eternity it shall be that way!

I trust the hand that will catch me

And call my name,

To take me over the other side!

 

It would be easy to call it: love.

But I know better!

Sadly, it hurt to think of the word,

The slow decline, maybe?

After all, what has he left me with…?

 

I look for to the end of the rain,

Tears drop upon my empty bed,

Like not so long, kisses felt from heaven,

Tonight is like any other nights, unbearable!

 

 

                                  COPYRIGHT@2006.H.NAUDETDITMARGOT.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

there is no lessons or preaching in this, who am i?

the father was a victim who spend his brutal ways on me, the son become him but thank god: Gautama peace...i turned my anger, blood thirsty crazy mind to asian phylosophy and discover the meaning of forgiveness

Cheap Brandy and Desperation

Cheap Brandy and Desperation Lane,

love doesn't matter in this place.

Only drowning your sorrows in bitter taste.

Were feelings are gone, sex takes its place.

Yearning to feel anything but pain,

longing to know something that is real.

Passing up your inhibitions

And giving in to the feel.

Handcuffs and play things,

more Brandy on the rocks.

Nothing to keep you grounded,

ditch the shoes keep the socks.

You know she doesn't love you,

But you long to be inside her.

Confusing passion for affection

blurring your emotional divider.

She may long to get closer

yet you refuse to let her in.

Only wishing for more ectasy and pain,

let these sick games begin.

Then you feel yourself falling

its as if your losing control,

So you push her away

since she has strayed from your goal.

So you scour the the streets

looking for a girl on emotional vacation.

So you can both hide your depression,

in Cheap Brandy and Desperation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Bleh... Too many poems focus on a girl's point a view so I did my best to capture that of a male

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Depression

You'll never know what you'll find
inside the depths of a depressed mind
crying when you're glad
smiling when you're sad
in the mirror i stare
realizing i dont care
the one i see
staring back isnt me
standing over the shattered tear soaked glass
that i used to forget my past
but with every bottle i drank
the farther i sank
the re-runs haunting me
of the memories taunting me
i pop some pills
as my body spills
lying on the floor
my kids knock at the door
but its too late
i've already chosen my fate!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is a poem i had to write for my psychology class. i got the inspiration for it from past and current experiences.

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