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Ineffable Feb 2019
open up
first sip
burning
its relaxing
i look out into
the dark night, it's cold
how did I get to this point again?
no, I don't care, i just take a loooong
sip, sip, sip, i like getting warmer it's
not as lonely. i recently read that drink
ing tea is a cure for loneliness because it
imitates human warmth, even though just
sip, siiip, for temporary time is'nt that just
pathetic? swallow, burn, warmth, rinse
siipp and repeat. cold air freezes, freesses
frees me! the bottle is my best friend and
sihps, now even my best friend is hollow
wat a shaym, sh amme, shame
Miranda Jan 2019
Every empty bottle
has a story behind it.

Whether it's a heartbreak
Or a happy tale,
There's a story.

And I'd love to learn yours.
Tell me your story
Madison Greene Jan 2019
don't mistake love for lust
he may pry your legs open and kiss inbetween them in a way that makes you feel like you're touching heaven
but if he doesn't talk to your little brother like he's his own
or hug your mom so tight it's as if he's saying "thank you for her"
if he only calls you after midnight
when the liquor running through his bloodstream makes his body ache
he is only looking for someone to meet him at the bottom of a bottle and not someone to trace circles on his hands underneath his parents dining room table
he will keep his thoughts in like smoke he can't exhale
and you will drive yourself mad trying to pry them out of the same lips you thought would heal you
because the truth is no man can love you who doesn't love himself
jl Dec 2018
You said, “I’ll go find another love, I’ll go fill the emptiness.
I’ll find something better than you.
I’ve been putting my faith in the wrong person, trusting too easily, falling too hard.”

You will not find another love, you will not fill the emptiness.
It will follow you. You will fill your body with toxins.
And you will not find something better than me, and you will roam from bottle to bottle, drowning in your sorrow. I will always come back to you. Don’t look elsewhere -
There is no trust in you, there is no faith.
As you have wasted your life here,
With those bottles, so you have ruined mine.

~ j.l.
Inspired by Constantine Cavafy's "The City"
Niobe Dec 2018
It's a small bottle with a cap.
It smells like cinnamon
And it's made of glass.
I filled it with as many languages as I know
And sealed the cap with wax
And I filled the little bottle with all of the things
Middle school me needed to hear.

I hope she finds it.
I know she won't.
She looked at stars but could not
Reach them.
She watched the scalloped water, she would not
Touch it.
She always saw the empty in the ocean,
She never saw the future I put there.

I put a message in a bottle and sent it into space.
I filled it with hope for someone
I've never met,
The people I have always been.
As I watched it wash away,
I knew I needed it back.
I am not done needing it.

I told them all
eres suficiente,
you are enough,
I never got to know if I was.

I never got a bottle back.
Sabila Siddiqui Dec 2018
Absorbing the pain
letting nothing spill.
I feel the alluring darkness
enwrapping me with its wings.
Overriding my words
by the whispers in my head;
making me push people away
to keep them at bay.
I guess this is how darkness wins
by telling you to keep it all
to yourself.
mera Dec 2018
To forget or not to forget.
I shall drink my last cup of my dreams of you.
As I stare morosely at these bottles around me.
Each broken bottle is a story, of me, of us.
I feel the sorness in my throat and its burning slowly.
I feel old. Shall I forget these years? I can’t believe these years has been mirage
juliet Nov 2018
nobody knew how much she’d broken her own heart.
it was cracked to *******
and so much pain she couldn’t bear
her smooth skin painted in tears
salty like the sea
and cold, and unforgiving like dismal melancholia
she walks across the room
tiptoeing like she’s treading on new snow
amanda reaches for the bottle
and drowns in
a saintship made of modern renaissance
Bullet Oct 2018
Water glistening in the way the wind blows
Light reflect on the way it glares on the waves
Open eyes listening
Glass bottle passing the light to the retina
Ears following the waves talking
Leaving memory pains that are left behind

Right way to move forward
But the bottles sands filled notes presses the words
I can't grasp no more
Letting go of love notes
The ship was wrecked
No more relations
The way the ship swayed
Left me feeling of letting go
All of the cargo

I'm yanked by this anchor
N' it won't let me n' my car go
Just another ship note story
To be told it sank
N' everything went over board
Once love now not to be found

Popped off the cork
To pour the sand filled love stories out
Watch it dissipate
Take all the memories away
The skies coated with reds n' blues
Purple then turns the sky to these dark grays
Watching the sand and water mix together
Ship notes are telling ways of dying
I'm trying to remind life is worth living
But the mind keeps rewinding

The winds are striking
The ships are hitting
Mind is erasing
But can't destroy love that has existed
I can't take it away
But the ship notes will always be noted
Hoping the water lets it one day take it way
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