You can call me Charlie.
I'm not an alcoholic.
Not a drug addict.
I'm a liar.
I am the worst type of liar.
I lie when nobody else is watching me.
I lie when nobody is there to listen to me lying.
I lie to myself.
And last night I relapsed.
Injected myself with Pantoums.
I was even up to my ear in rhymes.
I was f*****g seventeen again.
I had this idea to write a poem.
From the perspective of a pen.
I haven't written a poem with a pen in years.
I was typing about being a pen.
That's right, typing.
About being bled dry.
Bled dry after another stanza.
After another 10 syllables.
After I found something to rhyme with 'light.'
It was bad.
Enough that I convinced myself I had no problem.
See, that is the absolute worst thing about this.
I can convince myself I have no problems.
That everything is ok.
Will be ok.
That I don't love her.
I was a factory of lies.
Sorry, correction -
I am a factory of lies.
I had been doing pretty well.
But I guess I needed this.
In a way I'm lucky.
Words can be the cure and the cause.
I hope I can do better.
I hope that isn't a lie.
You don't need to hear more of the details.
And that's me, honest.
As you may have seen it was a struggle to get here.
I hope I can come back again.
Nearly as much as I hope I won't have to.
But I think I will.
I always do.
Mr. Colm--- You sir, are so darn creative it kills me! When I first read this poem during Larry's contest I was captivated!
I applaud you for the gifted talent and rawness that you have displayed within this poem.
I have a personal connection with having a family member suffering from addictions and so when I first read this piece I started grabbing a message, relating to that. Then the metaphor hit me!
So many angles to this poem, that I was twisting and turning in many directions and when that happens I know I've got to highlight this piece!
Lying to yourself in poetry is easily done, especially when writing a sonnet (snorting sonnets is a fun and flavorful way to describe it by the way (ha!)
Normally, I'm not a fan of harsh curse words within poetry, and I'm glad you chose to Bleep out the middle portion of the word, only because it adds to the flavor of the poem and it also helps to express the pure frustration of the message itself and what you are trying to express... Well done!!
A very long ramble that captured my attention and kept me captivated throughout...I feel it could do with some different punctuation (from me the hater of such) it's just a long read and every sentence ending with a period? I think you were going for the...fessing up in an addicts room situation but I felt out of breath for some reason???
Sometimes I just love a good ramble and you delivered so...excellent...for a ramble haha!! got my nomo this week :)