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unnamed Jan 9
smoke to remember
                                  drink to forget
late night stress
                            no cigarettes
William Murray Dec 2018
I met someone... well, not really ‘met’
But I’m talking to a girl that I met on one of those dating apps.
Everyday for the past week we’ve talked
And everyday my heart has smiled.
I think I might like her. I don’t know, it’s been a while.
I’ll probably mess it up anyhow.
I was very very Inebriated when I wrote this. But it’s true, I like this girl, and I’ll probably mess it up.
Donna Dec 2018
I’m so hanged over
So today I’m watching films
And eating chocolate
So hanged over me and dean and family had our Christmas pub crawl yesterday x we went to a beer pong was such a great night but we all so hanged over today lol  Hic Hic **
Me and dean dressed up as Mr and Mrs Santa and our children and friends dressed as elf’s was so funny ***
Ben Nov 2018
Ah **** man, my bad
I wanted to write something
And now I'm too drunk
Dominic O'Dell Oct 2018
16 February 2018

I'm such a loser,
When I hit the ******,
The empty glass;
It's served the task,
To drown the sorrow,
Before tomorrow.

Why I do it?
I'm not sure.
To be the man,
I was before?

To hide away;
And feel good;
To appear sane:
To smooth the pain.

A drink is a gamble:
A preamble,
Into an illusion.
That often ambles,
Towards confusion.

I try sobriety,
But, like notoriety,
The harsh glare,
Of this publicity,
Hits hard in me.

The crutches gone,
The soul feigns.
When the mind's outshone,
By the loss of my reigns.

So back to the ******,
Your dramatic prop.
The chance to sup like,
A right proper sod!

It is fun and exciting,
Well, something to bring,
You up from depression,
This soul's obsession.

But the energy's gone,
Away from life.
***** eases the pain,
And such strife.

Why go back?
Why do this?
Drinkers quaffing:
Boozers getting ******.

The crac and the play,
It is such fun!
But this time round,
Life’s begun to shun.
This repetition,
And anachronism.

Break that mould,
Square this circle.
Soon you'll be old,
To death you'll hurtle.

Live with the turmoil,
And the pain,
Be strong and durable
Sobriety's gain.

You can't avoid feeling,
It sends one reeling.
But this is life,
Nature's knife,
It hurts like all else,
The essential self,
I've had my fun drinking and maybe overdoing the ***** in the past. One of life's pleasures in moderation, but it can sneak up on you and become a problem if you are not awares
Brent Kincaid Sep 2018
Ya say ya wanna look good?
Ya say ya wanna look young?
Ya say ya wanna take on the world again?
Tell ya what I’m gonna do!
The secret is not in any little bottle.
No sir! Not a bit of it!
Step right over, friend.
I’m gonna tell ya the secret that works!
The Golden Key. The Fountain of Truth.
Yessiree bob! The Blessed Path. The open door!

Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired?
Do you pop out at parties?
Are you unpoopular?
Do people turn off lights and hide when you come by?
Do some people refuse to return your calls?
Do you find yourself alone most of the time?
Are you under threat of being fired?
Are you sick of forgetting where you parked?
Do you wake up in the morning or come to?
Tell ya what I’m gonna do.
Step over here, friend.
I’ll give you the secret.
(There ya go, and when you get there, there ya are!)

Part of the problem is the solution.
You are drinking a solution that lies.
It says everything will be okay, if you drink.
Drink more. Yessirreebob! Recognize it?
You take a drink or two after work and then…
It’s morning, you remember nothing, then
The whole shebang starts all over again.
You started out inviting people over
But, they used up your ***** and dope.
And there you were staggering
Down to the store to buy more
Struggling to write your name on the check.
But, what the heck. You were popular
But no more. All that is left is the store.

So, ya say ya wanna get better, fast?
Don’t put the cork in the bottle.
Throw the bottle away. Don’t buy more.
That’s the real score, the secret.
You can’t have it both ways.
Either you wanna get better and live
Or you will keep on trying to give up
Without surrendering. It’s amazing.
You’ll feel like **** for a while
But you do now, and never smile.
So, that’s the way it gets done.
It happens to everyone who wants
To get off the merry-go-round
And settle down to living, and smiling.
After you quit the daily drinking bit.
cozyjune Sep 2018
he's playing video games on highway 67 and he doesn't know he takes me away - yeah baby you take me away - are we faking it this way - trying to make it some way - blue hues red hues and you keep making that face - why do you keep making that face - drip drip drip on the pavement the ice creams melting and there's no one there to save it - lick it up baby lick it up lick it up - and we're cruising - the society's snoozin - the record spins and we're boozin - loosin any conception of time now baby cuz your mine now baby
Shin Aug 2018
Let's dance to the boogie in the room.
Hearts pound, energy abound, the hips sway.
Cyclical time baby caught in the flume.
Fall into me sweetheart, your soul's astray.

Arm spread eagles escape into the sound.
Could we maybe find peace in this madness?
Further gone, blue, red, green, and white abound.
EVERYBODY! This love we must address.

One more hit, swig, swag, tab, maybe a dab
and we're off on the moon again singin.
Lay all your innocent out on the slab
cuz darlin o girl their love'll be ringin.
A glance into how I feel when I'm feelin a little high and just wanna dance
She said .
"It's me or the bottle *******"!

I admired the view of  the door as it smacked her on the *** .
She hit the road and me I simply hit the bar .

Played some songs on the jukebox and didn't say a word to the folks around me .

Drank till I passed out and realized the **** storm I was in the very next morning .

She was gone and I was left here alone.

Without wheels and only a lone beer in the fridge .

Well no one ever claimed I was smart .

I wonder if she could turn round somewhere in Kentucky .
Pick me up a bottle then bring that pretty little *** back meet with a smile at the door.

Run into these open arms .

Embrace those lips and face those tears .

Then sit her down hand her the money and take my bottle and
tell her thanks before I slam the door in her face .

Whiskey heals all wounds .

And as for you my dear have a safe trip .


I am not around much I been busy recently having a book published by Alien Buddha Press .

Once is now available on amazon

A Cold Beer Beats A Warm Heart

Pick up a copy today its sure to give you a distant buzz .


Stay crazy

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