#drunkwrite #numb #painlesspain #theend #journal #writetolive
there were whispered secrets behind the sunbeams of your eyes...It's somehow brighter in the room. The kitchen is cluttered with bottles turned ashtrays and half-empty cans of PBR. Scattered here and there are crushed cans of Pong beer and overturned bottles of Jack. There are two teenage girls crashed out in my living room, sent to protect me from myself...no doubt Cigarette ashes are littering my sofa and my recliner has seen better days. "But I'm breathing," I think. I'm lighting a Camel Crush and pouring a shot of tequila. It's 8 a.m and friends are dropping in to borrow a little black dress. For a funeral, maybe? But i really can't say. I've not really been myself since you left. Kind of tossed about from here to there. I toss the shot and take a draw. The shaking in my hands stop and the fog in my head clears. "I don't have anyone to answer to now..." I start my morning pep talk. "I don't have to be held back anymore..." It always ends the same. Fuck it, i say and throw back another shot. I don't even like tequila, i note, half-heartedly, to myself. There's bacon frying in a half cleaned pan and my coffee is brewing. I pour a glass of Peach Wine as i wait.©sheismore
#rootsandwings #fear #rejection #failure
It was the unbroken wing that stunted her flight.the tiny droplets of self doubt.those self-deprecating words that only she could hear.failure is never quite an option herewingspans that hang shadowy cloudsabove feathers of tar and mud.It was the unbroken wing that stunted her flight...©sheismore
#love #8years #beforethefall #broken #lust
The Story of You
OrTrouble Looked InvitingIt was the summer of twenty ten and I was old enough to know she was trouble...But I was on fly by the seat of my pants kind of freedom. A Be Free Mentality I hadn't seen in years. The previous year hadn't been kind to me. The following summer I had watched my childhood dreams shatter with three broken bones in my ankle. I was going through a strange sort of break up, more like losing a friend, when my cousin's "accidental" shot to the head occurred. I don't know that it was so much his death as the vast comparison to my eldest brother. And the deep emotional scars seemed to surface from beneath the skin. There was a lot of drinking...A LOT of Drink-Ing. Anyway, I digress...I had just been released from a 72 hour psychiatric hold the week before I met her. Somewhere in the mix of things, my dear mother had deemed me suicidal and hence I was locked away for sometime. poked and prodded and overwhelmingly annoyed by it all. It was somewhere within those three days that the freedom began to bubble up in my belly. I would drink what I wanted, fuck who I wanted, smoke what I wanted and do what I wanted. I've never necessarily been the best behaved of my mother's children, not quite as in line as the rest. not quite as polite or apologetic as the rest...i wanted the freedom of a train tracks in the middle of the night and the Cumberland River's chill on my naked flesh. Boredom was too much and trouble looked inviting...©sheismore
"live fast, die Young and leave a good-looking corpse."#forashleyandeleanorandkate #beautyinapaintedbox#niccoslaundromat #death #loss@writersnetwork @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #splinters #emotionsunseen
Of Death and Dying
"Best green this side of Nicco's Laundr-o-mat," She says and smiles. I light a cigarette and look away. Searching for immortality in the trunk of my car. Eternal sunshine on a not so spotless mind. Guilt ridden. Angst ridden and desperate for attention. "Smile." Some kind of advice I suppose. "No Tears," he says And looks away. Blood shot eyes. Smell of Southern Comfort licking his breath. Death comes easily. It's immortality that's tough. Lifeless hull. "it's not really her," they say. "She's at peace." "Bullshit." He says and I nod. A crow caws in the distance. A horn honks. The leaves rustle in the trees. Hawthorn and Hemlock Juice. Desperate measures for desperate times. Deep breath. Inhale. "Count to 10," I think. 10 seconds. no change. I cry. Not aloud. In the shattered cells of a darkened soul. Cold. I shiver. Beautiful. Tragic beauty. Like Aphrodite, so says Alfie at least. Perfection at first glance. "I'm one of those girls," she says, "that they write rock songs about." Green fairies and Bohemian thought. Look at me, through tired and glossy eyes. The greatest minds of a generation. Lost In space, perhaps. Jumping hurdles in the darkness. Like Brick. Tennessee Williams tapping into my head. Keep running until you fall. Dressed in Black. Chains and silver studs. She looks down. Blue eyes closed against the pains of a Not So Perfect World. "A black hole is essentially a burnt out star." Like Sleeping beauty. But not Mr. Disney's. No Prince to chase away the Dragons. A silent row. Holly Golightly dressed in Black. Flashes of a dark haired Messiah. Not Jesus, not a Jew. A perfect patron of Rome. Set jaw. Irish. I shake my head and yawn. Silent. Shaking. Purple lips. Like a flashback sequence in a Tarantino film. Smoke rings in a black light trance. Look away. Doing Trainspotting lines in the darkness. Haunting screams. And the sounds of fading life. Look away. "Don't look!" She says. A marbles statue shattered. A last work of art. Sirens. Blue and Red. Tattered remains. An empty shell. "She's gone." They say. And I whimper. The fluttering wings of a lost bird Crackle inside my mind. Somewhere within I shiver. I jerk. I cry. Silent and Unseen. "Let me stay," he says and Pete Droge whirls against the coming night. Dawn happens. Fast. The Aurora spreads it's wings. "Death comes fast," they say. "Only the good die young." Clich quips of comfort to sooth an aching soul©sheismore
#love #promises #noreturn #toxic #relationships #addiction #lust #lostlove #readwriteunite #wordpower.
I am lost here in this outpostTorn down by the world to which I was born.Reaching out to the numbness of your scars.Pleading to the gods of the underworld to replace my soul with the rib of my ribThe heart of my heart. Ripped out and bare upon the naked ground.A writhing mess to be pitied in the absence of your touch.A simple chaotic Notion of foreverThat will divide us or unite usAnd yet still I stand against the tornadic winds of the old southThe poetic crimes of a good ole boyThought and train derailingIn the night.I will stand still forever as once I promised in the distant haze of drink and drugThe immovable object to yourUnstoppable force.Shatter me with the winds of the gods or shelter me from fall.©sheismore
#losttime #skindeep #myownworstenemy @writersnetwork @readwriteunite
Battling the Mirror
The Devil in my veins cries out for release. It wants blood and fire and my soul. It caves around the nothingness of an aging face. Time is not your friend when your reflection makes you claw At laugh lines and crow's feet around the eyes. I tell myself it's the battle scars of an extraordinary existence.
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"Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough."
There was too much timeBetween the faith in your eyesAnd the end.Catapulting into the eternal demiseOf fire and smoke and dry iceI turn away from the longing withinThe chords that bind me to youAnd I find your fear hidden beneathThe chaos.An imaginary strength covers the lot of you. Hidden in the collapsing roof of what once was.I reach out to the emptiness and find the ashes of a summer love.Gone hideously astray.Your voice haunts my dreams and so I surmise that sleep is the enemy and I pour a shot and stare blankly into theDarkness of the room.©sheismore
#toxic #relationships #addiction #fairytales #theremix
it was bedside Bibles and continental breakfast on the fly..."I wouldn't call it ideal," I say and you look away at the sound of my voice, "But in the grand scheme of it all...it is what it is." I light a smoke and look down at the disheveled sheets. I look at you and you're searching me for a reaction. "It's an unfortunate, fairytale." It's more to myself than to you. But your lips are quivering and theres a moment...wherein i freeze at the coarseness of your voice. "i got wet when i saw him."It was a fairytale built on Hotel Bibles and Cum Stained Sheets ©sheismore
Redneck James Dean, border whores and rock gut whisky
i'm suppose to be lost in youbut there's this redneck James Dean character at the side and his hand is on my ass. You're smiling through the faded lights of this state line bar and I'm killing rock gut whiskey from a repurposed Bottle and lighting a smoke. Everything about my surroundings are wrong. I take a drink and chase it down with James Dean's Bud Light. You're on the dance floor with your hands on a "border whores" breast and some over-styled douche grinding into your ass. I lean into my Redneck Rebel Without A Cause his arm tightens around me. He towers over meMy pathetic 5'6" frame he's looking down at me. With his freckled face and his unbrushed hair. I smile for the Sake of smiling and he turns away. Back to his canned beer and battle buddy grins... ..I imagine he feels secure...in us. There's a half of moment there And I'm considering 2 1/2 kidsWith his hair andMy eyes But your voice... seems to halt it all and your fingers are wrapping around mine.tugging me away and into a gravel lot. Your mouth is wet and hot against mine. The taste of oaked bourbon and budlight on your tongue. You're shoving me back And DownLost in the scent of you And...Me You never wanted to go home and I never wanted to sleep without you. ©sheismore@writersnetwork #writingdrunk #pastlife #closets
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I found a piece of glass in your cement eyesweathered and smoothed, as if by winds and wearA tiny particle of a soul that once existed.thrived and lived freely among the stars
Lay up light for faltering madness Smooth as silk across a dusty floorReady to be embracedOnly drink the sweet tea of sadness Stir the warm cup first Toy with the napkin of laceMind blue embers' cold touchAltered by force of beautyStained glasses hide green eyesTeeth sink beneath the cuffBoldly suck so rudelySavor the dark's red lies©authordonbeckworth
Pieces. ~The silent warrior~#thesilentwarrior #theunexpectedjourney #thoughts #thousandwords #imagination #words #poems #poet #poetry #words #spilledink #poetrycommunity #writer #lifequotes #emptysouls #darkquotes #mirakee
She left her pieces behind on every turn and every nook,she wanted to remember the extremely twisted path she took.And if for once she ever forgets how far she has come, her missing pieces would persuade her to not to succumb. -The silent warrior.
Just another whore?
That's what they say... just another whore.But they can't see her battered bleeding core.They don't feel her terror everytime a car stops by her side.They don't feel her trembling fingers opening the car door, a little more innocence dies.They don't feel her tears fall as a man with whiskey and cigarettes on his breath purchases his goods.Just another whore lacking class with class A drugs.They don't have the heart to tell nobody.So she doesn't have the heart to respect her body.©comical_error
#eyes #lost #writersnetwork #love All the love that has been missing
I got lost in my own eyessearching for the loveYou used to find ©khushhi
❣ #nightmare #dream #writersnetwork #you
You are that nightmareI would love to dream everyday Yet would dream to forgetEach piece of you ©khushhi
Emotional#emotionalpain #pain #happiness #essence #granted #left #womenofpoetry #india #uae #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #musings #poetry #writersofinstagram #poetscommunity #mirakee #writersofmirakee #writer
In its essence,Pain is justWhat is leftOf the happinessThat we took for granted.Farah Naaz
#tragedy #beauty #disaster #mirakee #writersnetwork #qotd #soulfood
You and I were nothing more than a beautiful tragedy.©danethomas
I'd be honest -growing up I did not knowI'd turn out to be the kind of brokenpoets look for as muses.
#mirakee #angels #demons #intertwine #writersnetwork
Our souls intertwined with the angels and demons inside us.©danethomas
#mirakee #poems #getup #notalone #writers#love
The unfathomable cruelty of the world taught me to be kind.©theexpressionist