Holly Daze

Another lonely night,

another holiday spent 

listening to tunes

writing poems

and listening to 

everyone else 

outside having fun...

This year

I am not full 

of rum and drugs,

I am not full

of depressed rage,

throwing an empty

bottle at the wall

of a s****y apartment

on the verge of 

frantic breakdown...

But man,

I am still alone...

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A sad piece written very well in free verse. Love the title and its play on words.

[JC]

Thanks brother, appreciate that.

[Lyn Anderson]

Holidays suck for nearly everyone who isn't smack in the middle of family -- and then it sucks for us too, just in a different way.

[Cynthia Sharp]

Wow! I hear and feel it all... I do so much indulgent writing of loneliness on holidays, and at the same time, I've come to realize that I value the solitude that allows me to write and be with the characters channelling through me... you really capture the intensity of living alone, even the way it is right at this very moment, coming inside to write rather than hear the too loud voices through the hood...

[Ana D S M]

The other stuff was probably just a bandaid to cover up the loneliness. Maybe? Either way, great piece.
Loneliness is sometimes the root cause of so much but definitely better than boozing and drugs. Great honest and moving writing.

[JC]

loneliness and restlessness, a little bit too into the inebriated culture of art and all that...thank you very much for reading and giving me some input and thoughts I really appreciated it and hope to return it soon.

[Ana D S M]

You're welcome MC.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

It's funny how things get objectively better but you can still feel unfulfilled.
Well written

[JC]

very true Lizzie, being unsatisfied feels like a curse sometimes, sometimes its that driving force. Thanks for coming by, I need to get tomore of your work soon

[Cindy Marietta]

"This year
I am not full
of rum and drugs,
I am not full
of depressed rage,
throwing an empty
bottle at the wall
of a s****y apartment
on the verge of
frantic breakdown...

But man,
I am still alone..."

This hits hard, totally relatable, and so emotional. You can have all the negative outbreaks in the world, but when it comes down to it, if you're alone, you're alone. Well said

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Oh! Jason, your words tug at my heart always...

[Jamestown]

Moving in the right detection my friend, nice job!

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Very relatable, deep dark and beautiful congrats

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Brilliantly crafted, with stunning imagery and articulated reason.

The message can be that the character in the poem tried to replace physical company by swallowing spirits from a bottle and when the character threw the illusion spirits out of life that is when reality rewarded conciousness.