Through My Addicted Eyes

I can't ever sleep. Your eyes are always on me. Sign in to see full entry.

I can do it if you can do it. Drag me along your swift river... your hand aligned... a touching stone... dreams unkept and vague. Rushing river of sadness, sanctuary, words are nothing but the mistake of being alone. I cry and the trees mourn. I laugh and the flowers grow. Frantic fantasies of you... Sign in to see full entry.

Mud sky. Where is the moon? She is hiding her face, as I hide mine in my misery... soiled by fragrances of what used to be. Allure is decieving, its murky waters go deep as an ocean reef. Dirt can bring grace, in the guise of flowers growing from its hills... or dirt can bring death, as the dying... Sign in to see full entry.

Like a torrent of rain, mad dashes of words douse my head and drown my mind... thoughts tantalize with ludicrous vision... and I find myself grasping for air, that is reeking of impurity. Poisoned with passion, falling to dust, the glimmer of knowledge binds me to the slavery of self. Running,... Sign in to see full entry.

I realize this is not a very good poem... its not meant to be. Just trying to get across the point of the picture, without frilly phrasing and words... This is serious stuff, and pretty poetics will do it no justice. I have a black-eye Cuz I fell on my face While drinking too much I was in a big... Sign in to see full entry.

A thousand times I have died. I never live. Only fragments of illusion make me believe the sun is really out, and hope is truly a thing on which to rely. When are we ever really born? The moment of birth is an already decayed reminder of suffering, and the hopelesness of that which to is come. The... Sign in to see full entry.

The lonesome veil of fragility envelopes me once again. Like a velvet shroud of doom, lurking behind the sun's shadows, I am trapped once again in its stealthy grips. The sun has set... I am cold... and this shroud is the only blanket to be found in this nightmare of forsaken dreams. Hope is but a... Sign in to see full entry.

I am just in the beginning of this, so stick around. I have written so many poems and prose dealing with my addiction (to alcohol) and all that surrounds it. There will be darkness and desperation in my writings, but also much hope and strength. Sometimes, when you are at your bottom (in... Sign in to see full entry.