Jack Moody Apr 11
there was this old man
a regular at the bar
who drove 60 mph
drunk as all hell
right into a motorcyclist
on fourth of july
spilled him over his windshield
he got manslaughter
and locked up for the remainder of his life

there was a big criminal lawsuit
against the bartenders at the guilty sparrow
and the hideout
as the cops tried to decide which bartender
at which bar
was the person who officially sold him
that final illegal drink
that sent him over the edge

he had been driving back and forth
the entire night
waiting for the bartenders to change shifts
so he could order another whiskey shot
without getting cut off
apparently he finally fooled one of them
one too many times
but no one is admitting to who did it

by most accounts
people say he was a good guy

a call came in the other day while I was at the bar
the conversation seemed mundane
the bartender reacted to it
as someone would who was just told
by their wife that they had run out of toilet paper
"alright," he said
and nodded

he hung up the phone
looked around the bar apathetically
waiting for someone to make eye contact
until connecting with mine
and said,
“you know that old guy that killed the guy drunk driving last year?”
“sure,” I said.
“this guy just told me he’s dead. the guards beat him to death.”
“hm,” I said.

the bartender looked up and down the bar
searching for a more sincere gesture
no one seemed that broke up about it
Andrew Choo Mar 28
Some things in life
You just have to
Fight alone.
I need help to
Get away from
These dry bones.

It's not help
That I want
All I want is for
Someone to listen
Someone to be there.

Don't you see?
My vanity is
Driving me to insanity.
My peace is
Being shattered into pieces.

I'm broken and bound
Chained down
Silent, no sound.
Held back
Mind tight
Body torn
No slack.

Piles of stress
Negative overflow
Strength relying
More or less
Clutch or kick
You're an amateur
You ain't a pro.

Angels and demons
All around me.
Darkness surrounds me.
Happiness astounds me.
My life's killing me.
Breon Mar 23
You know it. I drop BOMBS like a B-52,
Drop psalms like a Bible off the back of the pew,
Stay calm, like the '80s stay trippin' on 'ludes,
Like the 90s stay trippin' bringin' me here to you.

That's how I do it, you know I keep it fluid,
I flow so smooth, all my verbiage is fluent,
No verse hits late, no syllables truant,
Got my angles all lined up, spitting congruence -

And I bet you didn't ask about my transcript, fam,
And I know you judged a book by its cover, damn,
And I bet you didn't think I'd call you out right here,
Start addressing with respect as though we're peers, no fear,
But here it is. Some folks stay out at night to reach for stars,
I go home to dodge the fools askin' me to drop bars.
This isn't the question I'm asked more than any other, but it sure does come up a lot!
T R S Feb 20
Charming, Changing Women flutter about me
And I drank the heavy stout
And was surprised by the heaviness I've since lived without.

I don't feel pain
I promise
I'm fun, and honest
Polly Feb 10
I don’t know why I was put on this Earth
born into a life I didn’t deserve
seen so many fall around me, walking right beside me till one day
I’m alone and taking up a space I never earnt
How do I justify my position when there are so many greats missing,
Trying to compare what I feel is my worth
to that of the departed and I can’t make the numbers work

I’ve made so many attempts on my life
I must be feline
and if I die tonight please know that this was number nine
but I’ve been close enough to the edge to know
there is no beginning and no end
just transitioning between what we see
and the spaces in between
I’ve travelled parallel my whole life
I’ve seen where souls collide in paradise
see we are all connected by the things we’ve done
the memories we keep, the thoughts we have and the people we’ve loved
Dara Slick Jan 10
I want to spend every day in a bar.
Drunk or not,
the atmosphere relaxes me.
To read a book,
to chat it up,
to get knockered too early.
I want to do it all in a bar.
Preferably one made of dark wood and many stories.

To become a regular looks bad in retrospect,
because no one believes its a place of good tidings.
It is though.

Booze, bourbon, bar tenders ears.
Therapy free of charge. (unless you order something)

I want to spend my life in a bar,
sad to the public,
but bliss on my tombstone.
I love bars, they fuel me.
Star BG Dec 2017
Put not bars on the heart
but open it wide.
with BREATH.
              with INTENTION.
                        With it's LOVE SONG that plays with grace.

Put not bars on the heart,
but expand it to transmute
and fear into light song

Put not bars on the heart
but let love in
light in
your essence in
For ALL deserve to reap its rewards.

Yes Open any bars of heart
so sacred self may fly
inside the rhythms of heartbeats
fly free from grief.
Inspired by jude-- Thank you for inspiring you. My heart goes out to you and I know you can rise above
for 6 years I’ve hidden
behind a long beard
but have always left
my dignity,
and truth
out in the open for
everyone to see
and for 15 years
I’ve carried it with me
as I shuffle my converse shoes
down the sidewalks of profligacy.

why should I be the one who
gets tossed in the streets
for my belligerence when the
bartender is the one who over served?
I feel like I’m just getting started
amongst the empty souls filling
the empty seats and the glasses
of self pity in front of them as they
drain cup after cup into their hollow bodies

if you’re the drunkest one at the bar,
you’re at the wrong bar
Wellspring Oct 2017
I hear the screams.
Tortured screams of children.

I hear the wind blowing through.
Rattling the un-openable windows.

I stare at the wooden desk.
My torture in progress.

I get a break in fifteen minutes.
I watch the seconds tick by on the clock.

It's freezing in here.
And hailing outside.

There is no hope here.
No hope for the children in school.
My thoughts on school. Legitimately.
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