Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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confessional published by members recently online poems.
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
153 reads
9 Comments
Checking In
You came by unannounced,
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
finding my doorway dark.
You knocked, anyway ~
loudly
and repeatedly,
until I had no choice
but to let you in.
You tell me I look tired ~
am I getting enough sleep?
You don’t wait for an answer,
which is just as well;
I don’t have the one you want.
You definitely don’t want to hear
about the nights I’m laying awake
thinking of all the ways there are
to disappear and be forgotten.
Your animated voice
bounces nervously on...
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
153 reads
9 Comments
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1408 reads
8 Comments
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1408 reads
8 Comments
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1408 reads
8 Comments
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1408 reads
8 Comments
Sexual Freedom!
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
195 reads
8 Comments
Sexual Freedom!
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
195 reads
8 Comments
Sexual Freedom!
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
195 reads
8 Comments
Sexual Freedom!
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
195 reads
8 Comments
Sexual Freedom!
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#confessional
#motivational
#sex
#uplifting
#women
195 reads
8 Comments
Sailing
Sailing
#love
#confessional
#SelfReflection
1189 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems