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Drenched In Alcohol Drowning In A Salt Mine
Drenched In Alcohol Drowning In A Salt Mine
This irrational fear that the choices I make are killing me
Punctuates my thoughts like a nail gun,
Crushed beneath the weight of my own demolition
An urge to scream bludgeons me like no other.
I've been up and down and I've looked around,
Seen so many beautiful faces, never ever recalling my own,
A culprit with leaden eyes and a soft smile
That hides all the aches and breaks of his world,
In leather raptured skin I emblaze these tortured scars,
With this drunkards honesty of freedom I echo mumbles and slurs
Because I hate everything, because I'm bored,
I'm bored of breathing, I'm bored of dreaming, I'm bored of being.
Beckoning these burdens with greed at no expenditure of remorse.
Shaking with the triple distilled clarity of a vodka bottle and
A decanter of pain with the careless low of depressants,
A glowing willful joy of tears lubricates the immaculate malfunctions.
I am none but a figure shaped by these words and fears,
A misshapen heart shifting as bile at the bottom of my gut rot.
Seeking love in the most awkward of places, to only find
That it's the most destructive force in human nature,
But I'm a broken man breaking things.
So in my art of self destruction I wait
Like slug bait in a salt mine.
This irrational fear that the choices I make are killing me
Punctuates my thoughts like a nail gun,
Crushed beneath the weight of my own demolition
An urge to scream bludgeons me like no other.
I've been up and down and I've looked around,
Seen so many beautiful faces, never ever recalling my own,
A culprit with leaden eyes and a soft smile
That hides all the aches and breaks of his world,
In leather raptured skin I emblaze these tortured scars,
With this drunkards honesty of freedom I echo mumbles and slurs
Because I hate everything, because I'm bored,
I'm bored of breathing, I'm bored of dreaming, I'm bored of being.
Beckoning these burdens with greed at no expenditure of remorse.
Shaking with the triple distilled clarity of a vodka bottle and
A decanter of pain with the careless low of depressants,
A glowing willful joy of tears lubricates the immaculate malfunctions.
I am none but a figure shaped by these words and fears,
A misshapen heart shifting as bile at the bottom of my gut rot.
Seeking love in the most awkward of places, to only find
That it's the most destructive force in human nature,
But I'm a broken man breaking things.
So in my art of self destruction I wait
Like slug bait in a salt mine.
Published 3rd Jan 2021
Author's Note
Well I finally plucked up the courage to post. This is a few years old now, still kinda relevant these days though.
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Kieron,
It's these rare times that I love so much on DU. When I stumble into a new poet here and their writing makes me physically say out loud "Daaaayum!" leaving me with the absolute need and desire to read that poem again. It's not often, but when it happens, it's just an unbelievably awesome brilliant feel.
Regardless of the fact that this may be an older piece of writing for you personally, it's pretty fucking stellar with it's wistful poignancy and the relatability of the wants and desires we all seem to share in one capacity or another, (especially during this pandemic.) Our shared human inadequacies... how you've written here... well it's just beautifully done.
I thank you for sharing this work and I look forward to reading more in the upcoming days ahead.
Welcome to Deep Underground.
*I Nominated this for new member poem of the month.
💜
xoxo
-B
It's these rare times that I love so much on DU. When I stumble into a new poet here and their writing makes me physically say out loud "Daaaayum!" leaving me with the absolute need and desire to read that poem again. It's not often, but when it happens, it's just an unbelievably awesome brilliant feel.
Regardless of the fact that this may be an older piece of writing for you personally, it's pretty fucking stellar with it's wistful poignancy and the relatability of the wants and desires we all seem to share in one capacity or another, (especially during this pandemic.) Our shared human inadequacies... how you've written here... well it's just beautifully done.
I thank you for sharing this work and I look forward to reading more in the upcoming days ahead.
Welcome to Deep Underground.
*I Nominated this for new member poem of the month.
💜
xoxo
-B
5th Jan 2021 12:05pm
Wow! Thank you so much for the reply and I'm blown away for the nomination, what a welcome...and again thank you!
I can also relate to that feeling when you come across a piece that excites the mind and you have to read it again to make sure you didn't miss anything and I hope that future posts will have the same impact.
I can also relate to that feeling when you come across a piece that excites the mind and you have to read it again to make sure you didn't miss anything and I hope that future posts will have the same impact.
6th Jan 2021 00:29am
This is a enlighten self-worth narrative, I've heard a drunk mind speak a somber tongue, however, I can relate, sometimes in life we have to make own ourselves truly happy, it projects and draws people to your mystic aura. Whereas, when we make these sociable connections, usually it is not to prejudges, but to accept you the way you see yourself, as you notice, I did not day, accept you the way you are. I prefer any one to accept me the way I am and I see myslef.. if and when I change the projection of my character, than by all means merge wiht me, stand wiht me
This is a beautiful first poem it's truthful and that is what I see within those enlighten lines upon your canvass, and welcome to DUP , let's make beautiful musings together... always
This is a beautiful first poem it's truthful and that is what I see within those enlighten lines upon your canvass, and welcome to DUP , let's make beautiful musings together... always
6th Jan 2021 00:50am
Thank you for the kind words, I look forward to read many more pieces from you and everyone else to help feel inspired
7th Jan 2021 12:42pm
This is deeply meaningful and you can feel the vulnerability. I love the metaphors and it is definitely worthy of the nomination. So many amazing lines.... Some of my favorites.
"Punctuates my thoughts like a nail gun,"
"Because I hate everything, because I'm bored,"
"A decanter of pain with the careless low of depressants,"
"Seeking love in the most awkward of places, to only find
That it's the most destructive force in human nature,"
I can really identify with many of the things you have written although our reasons are different. Welcome to DUP, your first submission is truly spectacular.
"Punctuates my thoughts like a nail gun,"
"Because I hate everything, because I'm bored,"
"A decanter of pain with the careless low of depressants,"
"Seeking love in the most awkward of places, to only find
That it's the most destructive force in human nature,"
I can really identify with many of the things you have written although our reasons are different. Welcome to DUP, your first submission is truly spectacular.
7th Jan 2021 1:13pm
Thanks for the welcome and the comment, glad you enjoyed my work and I'm still blown away by the response to my first post...and a nomination too, thanks again and again to all!
9th Jan 2021 7:02am
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Give life to the voices in your head
Hear the madness and magic in us all who live in this world of words
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