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October 22, 2017
 

What is my commitment to my recovery?
My commitment to my recovery is a matter of life or death. I’ve gotten to the point in my addiction where I can’t afford to cut corners anymore. I want to grow and I want to be better more than anything.
I have been degraded and taken advantage of by the people who were closest to me. My “friends” left me to die on more than one occasion. Committing to my recovery means that I am committing to surrounding myself with the right kind of people. People who are positive and working towards the same things that I am. It also means I have to learn to let those people in.
I used to be a thief. A cheater. A liar. A junkie. I was mean because I had to be. No one ...

EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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October 21, 2017
Toronto, Canada

Addiction is not only affiliated with drugs and drinking.

Addiction can be with feelings as well. Passion and love. Embrace and care. And once addicted with these, then.... it's impossible to let go.

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LETTRS TEAL
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October 20, 2017
 

You're the only
Addiction I never
Wanna
Suppress,
And baby
I need
My Daily Fix
Of Everything
You.~E.M. Fraser

EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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October 18, 2017
 

Books,
     Coffee,
          Windowsill;

That's all what you need to be a bibliophile, x

                                      ~Keefe R.D

LETTRS AND BOOKS
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October 17, 2017
 

                   You called me
                   Talking nonsense
                   And bs
                   Rambling on
                   About nothing
                   And everything
                   All at once
                    I struggled
                    Just to understand you
                    As I quite often do
                    After you spend
                    A bottled night
                    Whose effects last well
                     Into the dawning
                    Of a new day.            JD

*Father* Part XXIX (*Can You Hear Me Now?*)
#BottledNight #OctoberFalls #PoetryChallenge

COCKTAIL
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October 16, 2017
 

Jalta raha main khudme tu bhi saath mere jalti rahi..
Seene qaid kahi maut meri palti rahi..

Hotho pe zeher ka malham laga ke..
dard ko dhue me udaya iss tarah,
akele chalta raha jab main toh tu bhi saath mere chalti rahi.

Jalta raha main khudme tu bhi saath mere jalti rahi.

mehez ek shauk jo hua karti kabhi,
wo aadat meri banti gayi..
seene me qaid kahi maut meri palti gayi.

Jalta raha main khudme tu bhi saath mere jalti rahi.

Tere zikr pe fikr bhi kayi raakh ho chali.
har kassh me jese musibaate bhi tall ti rahi..

Jalta raha main khudme tu bhi saath mere jalti rahi.

ANGEL BREATHING
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October 14, 2017
 

Our Earth, she reveils a time long forgotten when i turn over boulders. Exposing a never seen place that had been coveted long ago.
Gravel mixed with sands amongst pebbles & stones. Hiding an ore,
we are so in search for.
Like a glimmer from the corner of oyr eye & as fast as light it settles beneath the sands. We roll the water around & side to side.
Black sand in our pan, slowly washing it away. Suddenly a yellow like no other you have ever seen appears before.
It screams "I am here, can you see me!".
Its Gold! For it is so precious, men have not only killed for it but have inslaved many races & made them dig it up leaving gouges in the Earth.
So powerful, powerful enough to control men.
A ...

LETTRS GOLD
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October 11, 2017
 

         Your beast in hiding

                      Lies strictly at the bottom

                                     Of empty bottles.

                        JD

*Father Part XXVII* (Empty Bottles)
#beast #OctCBFChallenge #3LinesADay

COCKTAIL
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October 10, 2017
 

I’ve heard
a few have said their bottles
made them write.
See, I would rather not.
I have no bottles.
I have types of tea.
Teas. My cups filled with lush,
scented aromas of 
places I want to remember,
faces I want to memorize
and aches I want to acknowledge
I have wounds
scars, ongoing battles,
wars, havoc, misplaced bones,
undeletable memories, 
unaccountable loss
of beloveds and 
my own legion of nightmares
but no bottles, no seductive stimulants.
My teas, they are there,
the only herbs, wild weeds.
My day starts with the hour of my opening
I tamed my nerves,
with two coffees in a mason jar.
I dress my laziness with morning walks,
exhaling my putrid, 
inhaling only the fresh mist,
the fogg...

TRAIN YOUR BRAIN DAY
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October 10, 2017
 

I just drink socially

I dont drink that much

I've had a hard day

I'm taking the edge off

I'm not hurting anyone

I can stop anytime

I dont have a problem

It took me a long time

To say the words....

I'M AN ALCOHOLIC

I'M AN ADDICT

I NEED HELP!!!

FACE YOUR FEARS
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October 9, 2017
 

My demons

Are quiet

But never silenced

They sleep

Waiting to wake

Inhale a deep breath

And whisper in my ear

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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October 9, 2017
 

The Conversation over Cappucino

She was looking out of the store window drinking her favourite coffee, when out of the blues a man showed up and sat down at her table looking straight into her eyes.
In his malodorous attire teamed with an inarticulate speech and vague sense of humour, he portrayed the mannerism of a perfect lousy reprobate.
She noticed him but did not react to the qualm of the situation for she was lost in her own world of thoughts, unfolding the memories from past and recollecting the moments of happiness that have been an integral part in the journey of her life. It seemed as if she was neither in a mood to entertain a stranger nor did she appreciate being disturbed by an...

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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October 7, 2017
Pomona, United States

You took a bite of this
Donut filled with jelly
Not like other donuts
And worse for your belly
But who could resist this
Delectable delight
Thin glaze on the outside
Glass of milk to the right
I save the best for last
Jelly that's red and sweet
Damn I ate that donut fast ☹

-Kinky Eskimo 👯‍♀️

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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October 6, 2017
Cleveland, United States

  
           Dearest world:
                  You are truly blessed in two major ways:
              #1. I don't have thought bubbles above my head.
             #2. I have at least one cup of coffee every morning.
      
                  I am much more human with my coffee level at it's proper adulting functionality level. I am also better capable of withholding my perfected but much less favored languages: sarcasm, honesty, and profanity!

                You may now resume to your normal scheduled routine!
                                        

                              

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RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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October 2, 2017
 

RECOVERY didnt open the gates of heaven and let me in

RECOVERY opened the gates of hell and let me out

             Unknown

Thanks for the stamp Misty 👍😉✌

Recovery Through Words
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