Submissions by t_r_e

Alcohol.
One word ...three syllables.  
I drink, but don’t take any pills.  

Alcohol.  
It’s the escape of it all,  
there is this this kind of release it can draw.  
 
Alcohol.  
You say real life... and that thing called reality?
I have confidence and can enjoy without  society’s constant gravity.  
 
Alcohol.  
He has me in love for the night,  
But the next day I’ll be out of his sight.

Alcohol.
The energy as we dance,  
but tomorrow look at me and you won’t catch a glance.   ...

I walk past you, you are a stranger,
I know nothing about you, yet sense no danger.
We meet through a friend,
was just a greeting but that day wasn't the end.

From stranger to late night calls into the night,
I go to sleep and smile hugging my pillow tight.
Late night calls turn into hanging out with you,
the kisses, the laughing, everything was good at our secret rendezvous.

After a while our laughs became fights,
like why didn't you pick up my calls or whose that guy named Mike?
Is this really the end of our short fling,
we...

We live in a world full of money and dollar bills,
every time I walk out my door all I hear is the sound of beeps and tills.
To say the ‘root of all suffering is money’, is an understatement,
we live like robots and are selfish all to avoid those underpayments.
Rent is due, fridge is empty,
just to drive a car and called a loved one cost money... so don’t tempt me,
I can nearly understand those who cheat their way through life,
working hard and sacrifices to just make a living, sure isn’t right.
What happened to living simply and a country full of...

It all comes down to some number on a scale,
I look in the mirror and all I think is ‘whale’.
I was proud of myself for losing some pounds,
A week goes by and all that loss piles back around.
Is it the insta-world we live in from that I compare,
Or is it being self-conscious and in constant need of repair.
Sometimes I think these things shouldn’t matter,
But nobody likes you when you are fatter.