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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bottle
[time] => 2010-06-08 16:46:29
[hometext] => Alcoholics in your family anyone? Prose
[bodytext] => I’m overthrown by the misplaced hate directed towards me. Liquor in your right hand taunts you, generating violence wherever you go. Friends beg and plead “please put the bottle down!” but the concoction in you veins glow red with the anger and ignorance bred within that bottle. You say you don’t drink much, but in the morning after, tears clawing your eyes blur out the sight of blood on your hands and glass on the ground. Passed out again with a spin and a twist twelve hours are forgotten. Any sign of help is laughed off. Chances to change everywhere but the hints aren't taken. Now three months have passed and where have you been? On the street with the raggedy dogs who are left to fend for themselves. Scraggly and forgotten. Alone and bare. Destroying your life while the world watches you dwindle. When you end up in a casket from the bottle in your hand, none of us will cry. We will not shed a single tear. The shadow of your grave has darkened your face since all this began.--We are all prepared.
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Bottle
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Smigit
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Tuesday, 8th June 2010 @ 04:46:29 PM in AEST
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EmotionalPoetry
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I’m overthrown by the misplaced hate directed towards me. Liquor in your right hand taunts you, generating violence wherever you go. Friends beg and plead “please put the bottle down!” but the concoction in you veins glow red with the anger and ignorance bred within that bottle. You say you don’t drink much, but in the morning after, tears clawing your eyes blur out the sight of blood on your hands and glass on the ground. Passed out again with a spin and a twist twelve hours are forgotten. Any sign of help is laughed off. Chances to change everywhere but the hints aren't taken. Now three months have passed and where have you been? On the street with the raggedy dogs who are left to fend for themselves. Scraggly and forgotten. Alone and bare. Destroying your life while the world watches you dwindle. When you end up in a casket from the bottle in your hand, none of us will cry. We will not shed a single tear. The shadow of your grave has darkened your face since all this began.--We are all prepared.
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Re: Bottle
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by iodinelove on
Tuesday, 8th June 2010 @ 06:24:35 PM AEST
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| I have had a couple of alcoholic friends, as well as friends addicted to other substances. It is a difficult thing to deal with, and I imagine it is much harder when the person in question is a family member. |
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Re: Bottle
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by NewShakespeare on
Wednesday, 9th June 2010 @ 06:41:37 AM AEST
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| Throwing in some prose to go with the poetry? Hmmm...nice touch. I also love experimenting, that's how u add exitement to the genre.
Self promotion portion of comment removed. Self promotion is not tolerated at YPDC. Moderator_18 |
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Re: Bottle
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by northernlights on
Thursday, 10th June 2010 @ 09:54:33 PM AEST
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| There is expressed within this poem the sadness and the anger of seeing someone destroy their life in front of you with no will to do anything to stop it, just working with alcoholics is demanding enough and can see the destruction as the ripples of their self destructiveness affects everyone surrounding them,cannot imagine what that must be like if they are family, often when I get to look after them they have burned all their bridges and their families distance themselves. |
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