Pipdon 2d

Your smell blends with
Sunrise,
Sunsets,
&
Midnight dark
Your color reflects your taste
Your bitterness whirls me back to reality
&
Your sorcery, cruelly prisons me for
What feels like
Infinity

Stop giving me bowel movement
Makula Hala Apr 7

Your eyes
like pools of the clearest water,
beckon me,
beg me to drink from them.
With each blink,
their color grows warmer,
smoother,
more welcoming.
I move closer,
toeing the edge
of your abyss,
heeding no warnings
of eternal falling
with the miss of a step.
The swirls of blue
reflect the sky
on the most beautiful day,
mesmerizing me,
hypnotizing me,
easily fooling me
into stepping in
without testing the depth of your water.
My blind faith
does not lead me
to drown.
Instead,
your waters surround me,
wrapping me in warmth
and keeping me afloat.
Each blink
is a wave
rocking me steady,
rhythmically,
peacefully,
matching my own
heartbeat,
repeating,
promising
an ever-continuing symphony,
a lullaby
that claims an end
to my nightmares.

sunprincess Apr 15

Alas,
darling
meta-
mor-
pho-
sis
com
-plete
see
I've
become
your
favorite
drink
ahhhhh
taste
me,
sip
me,  
enjoy
me
slowly,
slowly,
slowly,
darling
easy
easy
enjoy
me
don't
become
too
hasty
take
extra
care
you
may
become
tipsy
let
me
flow
over
your
taste
buds
ahhhh
ahhhhhh
ahhhh
inhale
my
aroma
taste
my
flavor
let
my
spirit
sink
into
your
soul
ahhhh,
ahhhh
ahhhhh
enjoy
me
slowly
darling
sip
me,
slowly

xoxo
JAC Apr 4

Put down your bottle
Drink some fresh air
You can't conjure hell
If you're already there
Stop sipping confidence
This ichor wears out
It empties anxieties
Then fills you with doubt.

Arcassin B Mar 29

By Arcassin Burnham


Please tell me what you think,
from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta
float love,

We could get drunk on a mountain if we
want too,

Praying to the lord that has too much on his
plate,
theres no reason to look above,

contemplating , he just wants me to worry
about you,

Weakness,
your touch,
our bed,
stimulate,
tasteless,
Like what we gon' do?

The things,
we drank,
make us,
weightless,
Thinkin',
Where we gon' fly to?

Please tell me what you think,
from the boat we sink, *We don't even gotta
float love,

We could get drunk on a mountain if we
want too.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/03/drank-jdavey-phase.html
V Anne Mar 18

I came into this bar for a drink.
I hope the flowers I gave you smell sweet.
They are white
Pure
Like you.

I hope you begin
To view me

As I view you.

Please want me back.

I only came into this bar for a drink.
But it isn't helping me
Like I thought it would.

Please want me back.

JAC Mar 18

Everyone's talking their tongues away
Filled with life on the tired subway
Loosened drink and slurred to think
But only on St. Patrick's Day.

Sean Scribbles Mar 10

I need coffee
Before this coldness leaves my feet
Or the snowflakes fall any freer onto the city streets
I need such coffee inside of me
Because without it’s joy and prolonged warmth
I cannot be alive and well
Let alone this representation of me
So do not question before I wake
Just pour the coffee for goodness sake
And if I must make it myself
I will with a vengeance, a sleep induced will
Though once I’m awake I’ll wonder still
What dependency is this which I’ve built
The need to mix my water mixed with beans
Perhaps not the coffee, but it is the caffeine
Which gets me out and wakes me up
So that I might not feel asleep
As I am driving these winter roads
Saying dearest coffee would you please
Wake me so that I can feel at ease

Truth... Tired and average reflection... But truth!
James Mar 9

I don't care if my glass is half full
or half empty,
just as long as there is something left to drink.

Anna Skinner Feb 28

I came across a BMW 528i today -- same make and model as yours, same rusty maroon clunk piece of shit you drove so proud. Could’ve been yours, with its cracked leather and yellow stuffing vomiting from seat to the floor, steering wheel worn from your callouses. High school football team kind of callouses, country boy livin' kind of callouses. Inverted smile, dimpled chin, kind brown eyes kind of callouses. Take a girl like me on a 4-wheeler and make her scream middle of a Sunday kind of callouses. Raise in surprise as headlights blind you in Charleston kind of callouses. Lay limp with pavement shot through your skull and bone shards in your leg kind of callouses. Some drunk kid driver says just some fuckin drunk kid crossing the street, came out of fuckin nowhere. You were some drunk kid, but you had the right of way, and how couldn’t he see you? You brought the light wherever you went, drunk kid, and now you're ICU comatose-kid, and thousands of us are thinking about you back home. Drunk kid, high school football star kind of kid, just out for a drink kind of kid. Likes his cars like his women – flashy, look past the maintenance kind of kid. But your girl’s back home projectile vomiting yellow body stuffing through leather heroin lips, and your 528i is somebody else’s, and they didn’t appreciate it like you did, kid. It's just sittin’ in the street, and you’re just lost. Some kind of hospital kid.

for my good friend, Ben. get better, bud
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