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bottles won

bottles won

feeling unloved,cared by none

 lonely hurting

feeling undone 

go for the bottle 

do not even think 

pour a glass 

take a drink 

now i am happy 

just for a while 

this is when i smile 

bottles done 

brains empty again 

need more drink  

to ease the pain 

some day soon 

it will come to an end 

my brain stops working ,i go round the bend 

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Tina Moore

HI DANIELLE THANKS FOR YOUR WORDS VERY INSPIRING

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Tina Moore

HI DANIELLE THANK YOU FOR THE WORDS MEANS A LOT TO SUPPORT THAT KIND OF POEM 

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Danielle Sarasohn

Thanks. I think the poem addresses a real problem not only in our culture either. I'm not afraid to admit I've struggled with addiction myself. In my poem 'Instant' this kind of ties in. The culture of instant gratification. It's also the addict/alcoholic needs-to instantly feel DIFFERENT. As if rather than being loaded being our unnatural state it's NOT being loaded that is our unnatural state. I'm learning myself how to live in reality and not treat it like a stopping off point. Sometimes it's uncomfortable, but I try to sit with the feeling. It does pass. 

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Shirley Pourbaba

Hope soon enough you will become your own bottle, and find the joy within yourself. 

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Jimmy Arnold

 HEY Tina,] 

Very well versed poem by the author as they say seeing is
believing but in this case, reading it is believing and for you Danielle, it
takes a proud, to be where you are now person, to admit to this quick self
gratification addiction. For a lot of people it is harder to admit to
their problem, than it is to stop. Admitting is the first (big) step to
recovery and to the addicted, the self escape or get away from reality to them,

solves all their problems, when realistically speaking they are really
hiding, from what will still be there, as soon as they gain their sobriety
once again and for a lot of them, it is a repetitive cycle and for the
most, they feel they are hurting no one, not really understanding, nor wanting
 to believe, thatthey are hurting themselves.

more than any, even if you are just sitting home, indulging yourself
with its intoxicating nectar. This poem is a great
rendition to a real life ailment....Danielle you are va ery strong willed woman
to fight the fight you are engaged in, alcohol isn’t something you can just put
down pre-contemplation and then contemplation plays a heavy factor in abstaining
form this illness and it sounds as though you have already entered that road to
recovery and has been there for a while..... I commend you and to the
author for her posting it.

Jim  

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Tina Moore

jimmy thank you for your comments on bottles won you really take in the meaning of all poems out there .i hope some day i will be able to become as good with my words as you and some other people as i am new to letting my feelings out .thank you for inspiring me.

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Zia moid Khan

Bottles too play a significant role in life, ye proved it Tina...

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Jimmy Arnold

Tina you are welcome but don't sale yourself short , your poems are outstanding and this one has spoken loud enough for all to take notice to....I wouldn't be surprised if this does get nominated....who knows, may be even a (win)...You really opened up your feelings with this one and in turn, has opened up the feelings of a lot of us, who have posted our comments on it.....Great job Tina...

Kind regards,

Jimmy

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Tina Moore

jimmy i thank you from my heart your words really mean a lot you are teaching me the true meaning of being a poet that its not just rhyming its true real feelings .my weans-children love them i create funny poems just being honest for my youngest and i show her some not all of the sad ones so she knows what the future holds for her like my poem my son my two girls thank god did not have to go through what he did   they already appreciate you for being in my life because i have met a good soul you and shirley and morris thank you jim and please say a prayer for my boyfriend brian hes what my bottles  poem is about not me he is my soulmate i only drink rarely but its because hes a good person i need to write for him my feelings keep your good work up jim and some day i might be as good as you thank you jim you are an honest inspiration to me and my weans

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Jimmy Arnold

Tina

I thank you immensely, and I am very sorry for the pain you and your gentleman friend is experiencing and hope everything starts picking up for the both of you and your little ones...Your funny poems has a style of its own ( Clerihew Style).  You put in words in your poem what a lot of people are feeling yet some are too afraid to admit and those that do, may compassion always surround them and courage to withstand the temptation be at their side as support. Tina he has to soul mate for you to be with him in his trying times. When they are sober you love them figuratively speaking to death but when they are elebriated you feel sorry for them because they are the same person before that bottle has been picked up and what replaces them when they have you obtained it, is that (liquid courage) which allows them to say and do anything, they wouldn’t do or say if they were in their sober state and what’s so hurting is the fact they more than likely would not remember what was said or done in that altered state...I had a friend, while in California  whom, he and his wife were the most sweatiest people you could ever meet but when they take the plunge they both go too far with it and he becomes less of a soul mate to her and would hit her for the simple reason for not agreeing with him or because she has corrected  him when he was wrong…they would go out to dinner together and when they had gotten to elebriated he would leave her where they were at, with no means of getting home because he had taken all the money and being that they were close friends of mine, I would go get her and bring her home to him because he was to out of it to get her, let alone drive and had no concerns on who might harm her, being out there alone. And when morning comes, they would have to be told what had transpired the night before, because of not being able to remember any of their evaded actions they had engaged themselves in. Don’t know the outcome of that relationship but they were on the brink of separating when I depart California…Continue to stick with him and voicing your concerns, sooner or later, hopefully sooner) he will realize when he thinks he is feeling good  from his indulging, that  this is when you began to feel bad, hoping he did not reach that point of no return, once he has one to many….  

Take Care,

Jim  

 

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