F**cking Drunks
by macbeth (Member) - published: August 6, 2006
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Misery is a flask of alcohol; of cheap vodka
the puke like fury pungent sttenchy euphoria
you emit cannot replace the profundity of the
sick baggage of bloody memories and pain
you mourn tearfully.

A nightmare with peculiar holes keeps you up, as
you sleep lightly since hundreds of fragments of
turmoil seep through.

In spite of the wounded friends you have emotionally
damaged, you are nothing more than a mere fucking
drunk full of repetitive stories of sorrow.

Elated is the one who drinks to meet his fate, but torment
is more vicious than destiny, and you can’t even kill yourself.

copyright © 2006 Laura Torrespico

------
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. – Cyril Connolly

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The following comments are for "F**cking Drunks"
by macbeth

Laura...
Very deep and profound this is indeed.
It reads in the same way someone feels when he/she is no man's land of drunken hanging on to reality (I hope that sounded right)

RESPECT

( Posted by: tap5000 [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

social drinkers
rarely are. We use alcohol as a way to quiet our minds "telling us this is a bad idea", "this is not what we want."

So fathers drink 3 fingers of rum in 2 fingers of coke, and haze through their children growing up with no concept of how to deal with reality. They get into the real world, then what?

Nice piece, Laura, I haven't read enough of you these days... I've been on a bit of a hiatus from lit, hiding from the muses and whatnot. I have a few new pieces up, though, and I'd love your input.

( Posted by: shefallssoftly [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

Dream Flask
Interesting poem. I have a friend who suffers from nightmares every night and drinks early in the day to erase them and then takes a nap. Funny, but this same person doesn't drink at night.

Your poem gave me a lot to think about.

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

liver or lung cancer?

Appreciate the comments-

I don't know which is better; lung cancer or being a nasty mean drunk until your liver explodes. But everyone concentrates on smoke killing, and forgetting the other more lethal one.

This poem was obviously written from personal experiences I've had with close people to me.

I am a total L7.

Thanks,

macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

liver let die
liver or lung
liver let die
one lung sunken- one cries
chunks of myself
leaving me.

I may use this!

s

( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

killing me proofly

Re-reading evokes further meaning, like unwelcome memories arising through a hangover, so I hear...

This kicks ass:
"A nightmare with peculiar holes keeps you up, as
you sleep lightly since hundreds of fragments of
turmoil seep through."

s

( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

liver let live

I am most flattered, I have not slept for a few days-usually something meaningful comes to mind.

I liked your little re-arrangement on your first comment.

Macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: August 6, 2006 )

Interesting
As the child of an alcoholic, I can relate to the grandiose misery and resentment in here. That's how I used to feel as I phoned police stations at three in the morning to find out what happened to my dad, whether he was in a wreck somewhere.

It does go overboard with sweeping generalizations, but that's how one feels in the moment.

( Posted by: viper9 [Moderator] On: August 7, 2006 )

drunks
wouldn't say I exactly "like" this one (guess I'm one of life's f**king drunks and this hits a little too close to home) but there are some lovely strange lyrical touches ('specially second stanza) and it's written with an obvious sincerity that packs an emotional punch. Made me think.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: August 7, 2006 )

Viper/AuldMiseryGuts

Didn't mean to stir up shit, I hardly write anything this personal, but this one just came out. It sucks to keep yourself in check constantly, and trying to get over it. There is alot of guilt involved when you wish your caretaker (s) were dead (and mean it).

Thanks,

macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: August 7, 2006 )

Hic
Hiya

I'l drink to that.....

Eric xxx

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: August 7, 2006 )

F**king Drunks--Macbeth
You can't write an angry poem about alcoholism without expecting to stir up issues in readers.
The anger in this poem is seething and raw. I understand from a different point of view.

My mother is an adult child of an alcoholic and that can -sometimes- be even worse than living with the actual drunk. Though I love my mother, I cannot stand to be in the same room with her anymore. I have had a lifetime of hell due to her issues. Her issues with the alcoholic she who raised her, have made her the fucking bitch adult child of an alcoholic who made my life and my father's life just as miserable as her own childhood with the alcoholic! She refused to deal with her issues and I now refuse to deal with her. Alcohol abuse ruins lives for many generations beyond.

I'm glad you wrote this poem. I'm glad I read it. Thank you.

( Posted by: Legs [Member] On: August 7, 2006 )

legs

I am glad to see you on one of my threads-

This subject is a f**ched-up one, especially for those that have to carry the baggage. What makes me angry is the people that are actively using alcohol don't have a clue, or just don't care, or maybe if they do they won't do anything about. It is a very selfish affliction. Then it becomes our goddamn problem if we act out. My worst nightmare is when I think or catch myself behaving like that/those people.

Thanks for stopping by,

macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: August 7, 2006 )

Laura Drunk...
The nightmare line was brilliant as a description of the ease with which the drunk gets to sleep while the chaos and hell they create slips away to infect those around them. I too grew up in the home of an alcoholic and sadly relate to the vurning anger and hatred you feel - mine is all burned out now, but I remember the situations that fuelled it all too well. Gutsy, bold and smack across the face honesty and anger in poetry - brilliant outlet. Namaste, Tina

( Posted by: tinalouise [Member] On: August 8, 2006 )

hey you Tina

Thanks,

I strictly think there is a dark side to all of us, except some of us show it more than others, perhaps that’s what keeps us adhered to this site. Whether we like all of us or not it appears most of us have one common denominator.

macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: August 8, 2006 )

Macbeth
You're right. It's interesting to find that so many of us have at least one alcoholic in our past.

( Posted by: viper9 [Moderator] On: August 8, 2006 )

viper

Well, we can take this a few steps further and not forget to mention having a schizophrenic, a wife/children/husband beater, a bipolar, or a gun crazy relative. But all the same principles apply I suppose, as Tina said you have to burn it out of your system. It just takes time and is different for everyone. However, I believe if you can get past the first few difficult humps it builds character.

macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: August 8, 2006 )

Drunk
Your poem is truthful. It is terrible and sad: alcoholism. The number of victims are limitless, starting w/ the drunk. Thanks.

( Posted by: peresphones33 [Member] On: October 11, 2006 )

intriging
WOW, I've never felt that way, but it sounds like heck and the imagery is quite powerful
I like the gustatory the best

( Posted by: heartbreakersbeware [Member] On: May 2, 2007 )

stenchy euphoria
I am assuming this was left here for a reason. You only have this post listed on your bio page - which leads me to believe you wrote it in response to something unpleasant happening during your stay at Lit. Could always be wrong, of course. This could just be your one shining moment.

Regardless, I liked the bile spewingness of this post.

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: July 13, 2008 )

Develado
Develado,

In your own words:

"To write for self and not care what others think"

I am glad this poems still affected anyone after two years. Neve assume anything you know nothing about, people move on.

Peace~macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: July 15, 2008 )

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