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She was dragged to a
BAR
because her dad forced her.
He wanted her to
DRINK
But she said no.
His face was not
RED,
but seemed angry as a dust storm.
He forces her mouth open.
He begins to pour the drink named
FLAMING
Dr. Pepper.
He doesn’t want her to be sober,
because obviously, he was not.
A black cloud
PASSED
her eyes, for she gargled, choked, and spat on what was in the bottle.
First time she had a drink
along with her father.
He wanted her to drink more.
She cries NO!
NO MORE!
He hits her, like a bird that was flying towards the horizon, then
CRASHED
into a plane and
DIED.
He makes a mark so red,
It looks like it was
BLEEDING. No, it was like he mutilated her.
Could have been worse,
he could have use something other than a bottle which he broke.
It hurts her like the bottomless pit of heavens cold, uncaring hands.
But why does it to her also feel nothing to the way how her father treated her.
He stops, rises up, and drops down to the
FLOOR.
He starts to roll where the
REST
of the drunks are.
Door to door,
window to window,
table to table,
people to people, that’s how drunks were…
like birds that fly everywhere at anytime.
She came to her senses, and decided to leave.
Though before she could, He grabbed her arm.
She said, “Let go”,
but he grins, “Let’s go”.
She said she should drive.
She said you are drunk,
his response, no way… Iiii’…mm dd..ddriiiviinnggg.
Too late to stop him, he started to drive…
without her.
An unexpected storm blew in.
It was sunny just five
MINUTES
ago.
He stopped the car
just to come and
forcefully grabbed my wrist,
and decided to dragged me to the car.
It rained so hard and
dust flew everywhere.
The windows were down,
So the wind blew at my face stinging it so badly.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
She saw a stranger’s face.
A face that’s so cold, so sinister, so how could it be her father’s.
She knows why… he was drunk,
too drunk to be specific.
That led to the end her life.
HER THOUGHT’S
Why was I at a bar?
Why was I drunk at all?
Why do I see red?
Why do I see a flaming fire?
Why am I curious?
I guess… I’m not sure.
I passed out?
No, not even close….
I’m hurt, I’m injured, and I’m dying.
Wait, I’m dying, but daddy’s not?
He’s alive?! But he was drunk! Not me! WHY!!??
He was still drunk, still smiling. No, no more! Make it stop! Make him stop!
How did this happen? Ah, our car and another crashed and I died… wait, not yet.
I’m bleeding, I lost too much of my blood.
I am on the floor with paramedics with me.
They are trying to keep me breathing. No good, I’ve stopped… completely.
They rest my head on the cushion in the car.
Minutes later
I was pronounced dead…
- by aPoundOfDo_0rknesS |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/04/2009 |
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- Title: Drunks
- Artist: aPoundOfDo_0rknesS
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ahh, i wrote this in 8th grade and showed it to my english teacher..
the sad thing is that she sent me to the counseling office because she thinks i'm not okay....
i happened to be very depressed when she did that.... :[ - Date: 06/04/2009
- Tags: drunks
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Comments (3 Comments)
- fuglyfluke - 06/05/2009
- -woot-
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- lockon stratis - 06/04/2009
- That was the single most worst poem i have ever read, u bring great shame to the wonderful art u nooby emo noob
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- Duchess Florianne - 06/04/2009
- It was odd.But good.I've heard weirder.Trust me.
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