I am not looking for anybody I haven't been on this site in awhile just figured I'd show 2 of my new poems and see what everybody thought.


"It's The Night"

I sit and stare at the big picture show
Wanting to feel good, wanting to know
Not an emotion in sight, not seeing the light
Somehow I cry, while ongoes the night

The beer's in the pantry, so is the rum
I head for the booze just like a bum
Shot after shot, I pour them down
My stomach burns as I hit the ground

I drink, drink and drink some more
I think of my life while on the floor
My head begins to hurt, pain shooting fast
I wonder how long this suffering will last

It's hard to drink when the sun is here
The nightmare hits home so does the fear
I sit and write, just another poem wrote
The blood pours long, right from my throat


"The Fire"

Together a bond, two hands held tight
The warmth of their bodies feel so right
Everlasting peace and eternal bliss
Something so secret you just can't miss

She beckons to know, what lies inside
Doesn't know what comes with this kind of ride
I argue myself, to tell or not
Why do the fires of hell burn so hot?

I want so bad to unleash my pain
Though the effort might be in vain
My conscience battles, never ending horror
All I do in my life is just for her

There's no going back
My heart's ready for an attack
I open up and begin to tell
But the pills took over, she watched as I fell

good writes

nice stuff, welcome back

It's hard to drink when the sun is here
The nightmare hits home so does the fear
I sit and write, just another poem wrote
The blood pours long, right from my throat

^interesting, I've always wondered what makes people drink excessively, the guilt or the fear or maybe both.....enjoyed.