Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

Day One…

Welcome to my first poetry duet! A fun, challenging and therapeutic process/ with the subject matter hitting home.

My collaborative poetic friend was a delight to work with. He has a kind and compassionate heart which I’ve come to know and care for. His blog expresses the darker “Poe” side of things with a creative and unique perspective. Check him out : http://jmc813.wordpress.com

Today is the day, I’m going to do it this time.
I’m finally finished, I can leave it behind.

Do you hear yourself? You’ve said it time and again.
It’s eleven in the morning, I’ll see you by ten.

Tick, tick, tick, tick…each one louder than the last.
Skin’s starting to crawl, feet tap erratic and fast.


I have the strength and courage to see this through.
I just HAVE to stop, this endeavor long overdue.

I am amused and laugh heartily at your expense.
You know that to leave me behind makes no sense.

The Tick Tock of life’s clock and all that remains is time.
Time to wallow in his pitiful misery as the bells begin to chime.


But I can taste whiskey in the back of my throat.
Maybe this time really will be different; I’ll keep control.

Yes, yes, taste it my friend, feel the tonic coursing.
You can’t live without it, why don’t you just stop trying?

Tick, tick, tick… finger taps keeping time, mind in spiraling flux.
Compromised resolve, his needs equate to his lusts.


My all consuming thought’s drive the insanity in my head.
What could be the reason for my living epitaph to be read?

That’s it, breathe in your weakness; submit to my prison.
Your mind, body, and soul will be mine through alcohol’s attrition.

Following the steady pour of sands through the hourglass.
Time rapidly running short, mimics misspent days gone past.


Get out of my head! Let me be! I really want to live!
I don’t want to remain a slave to your poisonous grip.

You’ve said that before, you always come back.
Don’t pretend you’re so strong, power you lack.

Tick.. Tick… Tick, Tock…
Like demon addiction, the timekeeper mocks.


I possess everything it takes, I know this to be true.
I have the ferocity and determination to be free of you.

You have neither of those things you cowardly fool.
Realize you’re a slave to me, the bottle my deadliest tool.

As time marches forward, a shift begins to transpire.
As the antagonist addiction begins losing it’s fire.


A new voice sprang from within, not from mind, but heart.
Vipers tongue silenced, knowledge and hope to impart.

A calm began to surround him as his focus shifted.
From obsession, suddenly success he could envision.

Tick, tick, tick, tock.
He hasn’t taken a drink, and it’s past ten o’clock…


Day One.

Comments on: "Day One…" (10)

  1. WOW! “Liked” isn’t sufficient. The dialog virtually defines synergy, revealing the addict’s internal dialog—MY internal dialog. Thanks!

    • MY, as in you are in recovery (recovered depending on your definition)? Glad you liked this one- was a great experience doing a collaboration with John. Thanks for reading!

      Sent from my iPad


  2. It was truly a pleasure working with you on this E. I am very proud of this piece and can’t thank you enough for agreeing to collaborate with me. Be well and keep inspiring

    • It was a pleasure collaborating with you. You were so flexible and open- such great qualities in a cooperative effort. I’m proud of the piece as well. Our combined experience with the subject was such an important component. Thanks for the invite to participate!

      • Always. Hope we can do it again soon. You were a gem to work with and I feel you carried much of this piece on your shoulders. Truly Inspiring and powerful write we have here.
        Love the collage you came up with as well.

      • Thanks! Trying to find the right demon addiction image was a “beast”! I think we carried equal weight. I am really happy about how it turned out too- powerful. It was an interesting process for me because it was so “piecemeal” – when I write a piece like that it drives me a little batty! Feel like it won’t be good if it doesn’t just spill out! More “Instant gratification” stuff I’m sure. But when I saw the whole, I was quite taken with it. Thanks again!

        Sent from my iPad


      • I am quite the opposite. I love it when my creativity spills forth, but find I am much more methodical than I would like at times. But I have an almost compulsion for the right words and flow. That is exactly why I enjoy Duets. I learn so much about how others draw their creativity, and try to learn from them. You were no exception. I learned from this write E. Thanks for that.

      • We just schooled each other! A great advantage to the collaboration process. Eye-opening! I used to believe I had to spontaneously be inspired to write anything worth reading. Apparently, I just had to set my mind to do it. And it’s huge progress that I pause on a piece and go back to it… Soooooo deceived. When ya buy your own BS, there’s no one there to tell you to leave it at the store! Still weeding out BS! Suspect a lifetime gig.

        Sent from my iPad


      • BS is like a fertile garden. Constant weeding must be done to keep it looking nice. My perfect creative reality involves the perfect balance of free flowing creativity and well thought out concepts and ideas. While I am not foolish enough to believe I will ever find it, at least the conquest will keep me writing.

      • Amen, Amen, and Amen!

        Sent from my iPad


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