Lost in surrender

the words of change are easier said then done. But in written words maybe it can make it accesable.

throughout the years of life we all learns lessons that force us to change and when the final result is in we often forget just what gets us to this end.This project has no real meaning that can be derived or anyreal specific aragement it is just poems that i have wrote throughout my changing or lack there of that tell a sort of story that is always changing and never ending. The title of the project really is the only thing that does have a meaning actually it means to lose a part of you maybe ... more »

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dopepaper

5/15/2010 2:53 AM PDT

live well and love life,do respect nature in its own surrounding

sjhunt2005

12/21/2009 5:28 PM PST

THE DEVIL’S ELIXIR (Written by sjhunt-bloodworth 12-21-09

“You are going to have to stop drinking, Susan.
If you don’t, you’ll never get anything done,
nothing will be completed. Then you will die.”

“It’s really up to you, ya know?
You’re strong!
When you put your mind to something,
You are most usually successful.”

“But, you have to want it…
How bad do you want it?”

That’s when I tell my brain to shut up and leave me alone.
Can I stop drinking if I DON’T want to?
Possibly. Probably not.
I am weak.

I’ve had a love affair with alcohol for forty-seven of my forty-nine years on Earth.
It started when I was two, as a remedy for my labored breathing.

Alcohol gave me more warmth and safety than any hug I’d ever gotten,
sorry to say. But it’s true.
I gladly left my mother’s bosom for my grandmother’s elixir.

I haven’t been the same since. I changed at two years old.
I found a friend, kind of an imaginary friend, but real too.

For the rest of my life,
I’ve relied on the false reality
that mind-altering substances provide.

This isn’t a poem. This isn’t an essay.
This is me, talking to myself,
Trying to convince myself of something.

I repetitively trick my own self.
Or is it something else?
The devil follows not far behind.
I must stop its worming into my mind.

One hand slaps the other.
Alcohol and the Devil are best friends.
I’ll always be the third wheel on a Bicycle.
Not needed, just degrading in the garage,
kept only as a spare.

acutabove

11/16/2009 1:00 PM PST

nothing in this world is forever this i've come to know
no one in this world can feel the pain inside if you don't let it show
no one
nothing
especually if you don't

efunk

8/16/2009 6:34 PM PDT

Walking through the isle
ten boxes for one truth
plus is yes. digital read-out. Look for two lines.
Blink, grab, sigh and buy.
one mission pee and see.....
Damnit I think, Despair I feel panic frustration disappointment.
I let it go and take the first step out of the bathroom, world spinning mind still.
I accept my new mission eyes open arms wide.

acutabove

5/25/2009 11:04 AM PDT

ok here i go again trying to tell myself i'm ganna be happpy i'll tell ya'll how it goes

acutabove

4/23/2009 11:00 AM PDT

if change is a good thing this i have not yet seen it seems that the happieness is swallowed these things and the bordom and the blankness take up all that space in my life that used to be love

acutabove

12/2/2008 11:01 AM PST

here deep inside is my story that i hide there was my life when i lived it but now it's died so i lie waiting for movment to settle down wishing i could erase my ending but not knowing how

acutabove

10/10/2008 11:30 AM PDT

i'd change the world take out all the people that kill me all the feeling that make me mad make me nomb like i want to be. Live for me and not everyelses satisfaction, love myself , love others, love you but i can't so get used to it.