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 Feb 2015 SW
lX0st
And once I've drunk my weight in ***
Maybe I'll know why you're gone
Or
Maybe I won't know my name
And maybe that's a better thing
 Feb 2015 SW
allison
alcohol
 Feb 2015 SW
allison
You came home 

With liquor on your lips, stumbling to the ground

And since you fell

You made mommy fall too. 

"Go to your room sweetie” 
Mommy choked to say with your hands around her neck

But you said to come out

& to wipe the tears away.

The tears came pouring out 

so you said that you would give me something to cry about

as you threw a vase to my head

& told me I’m just like my mom.
10 years later I no longer wonder where you are

or why you weren’t there to tuck me in at night. 

10 years later I no longer wonder why you won’t come to my birthday parties

or who that naked girl was in your bed

when you thought I was asleep. 

10 years later I no longer cry “daddy stop it hurts.”

10 years later

and I no longer need you..
Although I never really did.
10 years later and I stopped feeling the shards cut my heart
like that **** vase cut my ******* head. 

10 years later and I realize-

I am just like my mom & I rather be like her 
than you
 Feb 2015 SW
Brianna
Dive bars
 Feb 2015 SW
Brianna
At 1 am, he tasted like cigarettes and was over 6'3 in all black.
I didn't know his name & I didn't care.

At 2 am, he gave me ****** beer and held my waist and taught me how to kiss.
His eyes held secrets, I'm sure, I didn't want to know. And his smile said I'll -****-you-up in a **** kinda way.

At 3 am, he was ready for more and I craved another touch, another kiss from this bad boy at the bar.
Drunk off who knew what and this overwhelming urge of lust.

At 4 am, i had bruises on my arms and lipstick across my face left in a ***** bathroom with no shirt.
He tasted like cigarettes and I wanted to puke.
 Feb 2015 SW
Anna
Untitled
 Feb 2015 SW
Anna
I couldn't forget you if I tried
Drunken words and emotional lies
I'll save my heart
And she'll play the fool
Your love isn't real anyway
 Feb 2015 SW
Ronald J Chapman
Soju
 Feb 2015 SW
Ronald J Chapman
Out the window I see;

A crescent moon,
Beautiful lights,
A painting of the place, they call a miracle,

I raise a glass of soju, to drink to you,

Crying for my lost love,
A love that has flown to Heaven above,

I take a sip of soju,
Wondering why my love has not flown away with you,

I only long to hear you laugh,
I only long to see you dance,
I only long to hear you say, “Have a nice day. I love you.”

Taking a drink of soju, wishing you were here with me,
In this place, they call a miracle,

My tears are flying into, my glass of soju for you.



Copyright 2015 © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
 Feb 2015 SW
Natalie Wood
Simon, a drunken man
drowns himself in bottled regret
and wished himself away.
About Simon from the play Our Town
 Feb 2015 SW
kgl
I taste the morning
 Feb 2015 SW
kgl
i taste the morning
bitter words left on the bottle
as the wine i carelessly dropped
trickled down the back of my throat
tickled with the scent of your sigh
as you moaned philosophies into my mind.
 Feb 2015 SW
al
Untitled
 Feb 2015 SW
al
"I love that you think of me
when you're drunk."
 Feb 2015 SW
elizabeth
The sound of my footsteps
is ringing in my ears
because the music has died
and the pizza
has soaked up
all of the alcohol

But you are still
pounding in my chest
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