This Is Not Me

Toxins - smoking, alcohol

Death rules the gaze you pass upon mine.
Slowly slices past flesh, the blade shines.
Scrapes ease past pain, into wet red lines,
as I sit upon my bed, sober as this wine.
Drunken far past the bum's hang-over,
my arm reaches for more. Just another.
Toxins flood my blood stream with glee.
Cheap rye and whiskey. This is not me.

Smoke gumming my lungs with black tar.
Muscles at ease, we sit woven in your car.
Strung tight on the lines of adulteration,
we now live with immaturity in fabrication.
Red as the ashes you inhale, are your eyes.
Letting these emotions go, we murmur goodbye.
No longer grasping the serious matter,
as our lips roughly chap, at ice-cold weather.
Grey thick smoke hovers into our eyes.
Slow smokes and burnt hands. This is not me.

Reviews

[hgfhfghf]

Oh the memories .
I love this poem. I love the 'harsh reality' that this has on who you are as a person,
all of those things, the want for a little more booze, the twitch for a little more fix,
It's just not who people are defined as.
and you really give light to that in this poem.
:]

Thanks for the read!
Allison

[jumbie's #1 fan]

this is very observant of the world around us. it's a picture of no matter how much we go through, this is not who we should be

[No More]

Wonderful writing! Very deep and capturing!! Thank you for writing this.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is very thoughtful and mature piece of writing.
Alcohol or smoking can never ever solve your problem, but they can only weaken you as a person.
Great work!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very powerful and gripping... to me addictions to alcohol are more mental then chemical, when people use it to forget their problems is when it becomes a crutch... great work my friend.