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I've been doing some reflections on my past and it just amazes me how much fun I thought I was having. It was carefree
and at times pretty harmless... but everyday I played these harmless games a little bit more of me was swallowed alive.
The path of recovery is littered with folks that lost their battles to alcoholism and addiction. From high school car crashes
to overdosing rock and roll stars... we all know someone who lost the battle.
Which makes me grateful for a second chance... as well as humbled wondering why I'm not in the ground...
and at times pretty harmless... but everyday I played these harmless games a little bit more of me was swallowed alive.
The path of recovery is littered with folks that lost their battles to alcoholism and addiction. From high school car crashes
to overdosing rock and roll stars... we all know someone who lost the battle.
Which makes me grateful for a second chance... as well as humbled wondering why I'm not in the ground...
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| Swallowed Alive I was helpless... I was powerless I was sad... I was alone I was out on my own Alcohol and drugs relieved the pain thought I was at peace really quite insane Homeless... sleeping under bridges eating from dumpsters... stealing to stay alive sometimes wondered if it'd be easier just to die a line of coke and a can of beer for awhile it made the pain disappear No will to fight... no end in sight might as well held a gun to my head this ain't life... better off dead Everyday... the same story replayed but the finale always stayed story lines and people may have changed drunk every night... with suicidal thoughts an end to the nightmare is all I sought That was the past the memories though... I hope last that's right... I don't want to forget stay in my mind... firmly set no way I want history to repeat can't feel comfortable relaxing in a seat |
Creating Dreams,
by recognizing the dysfunctions
by recognizing the dysfunctions
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Some thought provoking haiku's about dysfunctional patterns in our lives.
There are many different ways of writing haiku poetry. I chose the 5-7-5 method. So every poem is three lines long, the first
line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables and finally the third line is back to five syllables. And that is the
poem. The way I wrote them was stacking a bunch of similar poems together to create one long poem of many little haiku's.
Click here to view more haiku's.
There are many different ways of writing haiku poetry. I chose the 5-7-5 method. So every poem is three lines long, the first
line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables and finally the third line is back to five syllables. And that is the
poem. The way I wrote them was stacking a bunch of similar poems together to create one long poem of many little haiku's.
Click here to view more haiku's.
| Worshipping Haiku's stand in the corner watching a life self-destruct nothing I could do power was evil she used her mind and body to stay in control I knew it was wrong but I couldn't break away help! no end in sight no longer was I I was consumed to be you you lived while I died so used and abused no tomorrows cast aside "love" shared by many control finally left saw you for what you became it was my nightmare you live in the nude loving exhibitionist blinding so many |
| Codependency Haiku's so down and depressed quit asking me to fix you not in my power they’re not my feelings your responsibility please take ownership I can't fix myself while I'm trying to fix you only have one choice when did your actions make me feel responsible for consequences no apology if I may share my feelings they're not right or wrong If I speak the truth and you can not accept it it's not my problem sometimes I can't see my own dreams through your nightmares my life lost in yours keeping your secrets denial than depression wanting my life back |
| Addiction Haiku's just another beer fulfilling a prophecy remorse, guilt and shame hundreds in a room yet alone needing a fix now isolated zapping energy relationships all but gone morals are extinct using not just drugs but people enter the storm taking all the time no matter the life purpose fulfilled with the drug a hell of ones own for having good times no worries with destruction life is death and hell |