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Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
Man
Drinketh
where
he
worketh
if
he
worketh
in
a
bar
Started managing my brother's bar...already receiving offers from the customers LoL
Abdallah Sadiq Apr 2016
Bar
I watched as she sat alone
Blonde haired girl surrounded by empty wooden seats.
beneath her were shots of martini—
Her thumb and index finger constantly went towards and away her red lips.

She was Amid *** hungry men—
If only she knew.
If only she knew she was in a haunted house, and it had found something to feast upon.
Too intoxicated to discern the eyes fixed on her like an owl
Or an eagle studying its next prey.
I could see the hunger in their eyes as they await her to gulp more of the Devils water
Until her eyelids can no longer stay open,
Just to fornicate with her helpless body.
Sturdy white men,
Sleeveless shirts to show off their serpent tattoo,
Forelock long enough that it tickled their spine—
Their gaze alone will make your heart race.
I'll be ****** to leave her alone in this bar.
The night was over
The band was done
Time to hit the lights
Another Friday
In the books
And we only had two fights

One busted speaker
A broken chair
A proposal killed at ten
Time to close
And shut it down
Until we start again

Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams
Burned away with no success
Half filled bottles and empty glasses
Just signs of more excess
Time to clean away the night
And sweep away unanswered prayers
Wash the lipstick from where it stayed
And clean up the nights layers

Another morning
after another night
of at least ten broken hearts
where remnants of
scattered hopes
were dead before their start

An empty shell
hopelessness...tempting
once more..'have a try
where once the band
is finished up
you can all go home and cry


Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams
Burned away with no success
Half filled bottles and empty glasses
Just signs of more excess
Time to clean away the night
And sweep away unanswered prayers
Wash the lipstick from where it stayed
And clean up the nights layers


Each day starts fresh
Last night is gone
Nothing ever lasts
The beer is cold
The bar is warm
Last night is in the past

Regulars arriving
Band is tuning
The staff is in position
Fake Id's
abound tonight
with cougars on a mission


Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams
Burned away with no success
Half filled bottles and empty glasses
Just signs of more excess
Time to clean away the night
And sweep away unanswered prayers
Wash the lipstick from where it stayed
And clean up the nights layers


Ashtrays full of hopes and dreams
Burned away with no success
Half filled bottles and empty glasses
Just signs of more excess
Time to clean away the night
And sweep away unanswered prayers
Wash the lipstick from where it stayed
And clean up the nights layers
Rochelle Thomas Apr 2016
He had a beard and tattoos
Once I called him my boo
He said "Who the hell are you?"
I said "I don't have a clue"
He sleeps till noon
and sometimes he's rude
But I love him
Yeah I love him

He looked like Ru
Like most people do
But I didn't care
Coz he had wavy hair
He served me a drink
It was orange and pink
Then he gave me a wink
I could barely think

This guy,
I'm addicted
He's arms are filled with the
Strangest pictures
Where are the people I came with?
It's okay,
I'm not a party girl anyway.
So at his bar I'll stay

He offered me a smoke
And a line of coke
Said I was uptight
I thought it was a joke

About last night
Tell you about last night
Tell you about last night
oh
I imagine singing this song in a pub somewhere on open mic night...after I learn guitar and give it a sufficient ending :)
Devin Lawrence Apr 2016
To the girl sitting at the bar -
surrounded by bodies, but you're still alone -
please see the beauty they'll see
before they ever ask for your name.
Your smile is addictive
like this liquid courage
that frees our inhibitions,
and lets a rat sing poetry
to a hummingbird.

They don't care,
but I'm sure that you don't either.
But a face that pretty
with eyes as clear as your
gin and tonic,
and their intentions,
does not deserve
the ol' college
Walk of Shame.

The damndest thing
is that at the end of the night,
all you want is for someone to notice you,
to treat you like
how the music makes you feel.

I would buy a drink and your time,
I would point out the way
you grab your earlobe when you feel

isolated

But this game wasn't meant for me,
and I've heard that you want a player.

Sweetheart,
they all notice you.
The more you wear,
the less approachable you are.
So I ask:
Please see what they'll see
before they ever know your name.
This is what I do at the bar....lol
Slpngg Apr 2016
The bar was crowded
hanging were the lights
that will absorb you
into the night
because you stared so bright

It reflects
the animosity your eyes
was speaking to me
perhaps it was unicorn,
speaking concurrently

I am pulsating
the beat was at my throat
very much like my heart
on the edge for you

Tell me, hang - man
(I died, hanging for you)
PoorLionNotKing Mar 2016
The weekend is nearly here                                                             ­               My friends are finished playing
So they catch me on their way
To the bar that’s not a bar.

The waitresses can always tell
When brothers look the same
She gives us quite the laugh
In the bar that’s not a bar.

Others came, but a little late
Two tables is all it takes
Until they need to leave again
From the bar that’s not a bar.

Among the guys she’s alone,
Or were there three, who can see
It’s just another conspiracy
At the bar that’s not a bar.

All the teacher run away
With the fighting players,
And the servers drinking
Inside the bar that’s not a bar.

Flash of light and its around
A girl’s fame shared by all
He’s fine but she is shamed
Far from the bar that’s not a bar.

He’s looking straight ahead,
The mirror staring back at him
Love is working mysteriously
For the bar that’s not a bar.

It’s getting late almost two
Talking as they fall asleep
They see each other differently
Back at the bar that’s not a bar.

When we leave they say to stay
Need to check your identity
Guess they forgot all about me
Leaving the bar that’s not a bar.

Sitting down I finish writing
That I think I see the silver lining
Of having friends who see each other
At the bar that’s not the bar.
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
I love you
Is the most
Terrifying words to say
If you ask me...

I love you
Is three words
Which everyone hope
That someone
One day will say
To them...

I love you
Is a way to tell
Another person
How much we care
About them...

I love you
Is three words
Which I don't think
That I'm ever gonna say
'Cause the first person
Who I honestly
Could have said these words to
He's no longer talking to me...

I love you
Is also
The only words
Which no one
Will ever say
To me
Because I am not
Worth loving...

I love you
I actually once had a dream
Where someone said it to me
In a bar
Right before he kissed me
But that was only a dream
And as we know
They rarely become real...
I'm one of those persons who can't say the words unless I really do love the other person....but if you try to make me say it by fishing for the words, then I won't say it...
N Schlegel Mar 2016
Then, she began to sing,
her voice limped out'uv the speakers,
crossed 'round my half-empty glass
and slid into the open stool at my side,
each breathy word was a breeze through my fingertips,
enveloping the space ‘round my heart
she sounded like rust colored leaves drifting down onto unbroken ponds
of a thick morning frost slowly melting away
of the first warm ray from a low winter sun's
and it was all I could do not to love her.

The music echoed off the walls
and caught in the corners
each note its own explosion of sound
erupting from her scratched dream-blue-guitar.
her fingers didn’t just pluck strings,
they caught a note on the edge of its sound
and pulled it into space, sending it through the airwaves
to float on through this dimly lit atmosphere
only a heavy breath away from falling back to earth,

She sang like the last lines a suicide note.
each verse felt vital and final
only to be replaced by the next
feeling vital and final,
each line a beautiful declaration that she belonged on stage,
the only world she ever truly felt alive.

and how I hoped the song would never end,
each little silence scared me
because I had not known how to listen until words left her lips
and I didn’t want to know if it could end.
until it did.
and I suddenly felt like the world was very much alone.

“Hey, nice show.”

         “Oh, thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.”

“That was beautiful. It was beyond amazing.  Can I buy you a drink?”

          “Um, sorry.  I gotta show in Missouri tomorrow and we’re driving
           there, tonight.”

“Oh. Ok. Well, good luck. You really are amazing.”

          “Thank you, again…”
I really wish she had said yes.
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