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Unknown Mar 2019
16 Years Old, yet I feel as though I've done nothing with my life.
16 Years Old, yet I've never been invited to a house party.
16 Years Old, yet I've never had my first kiss or first drink.

16 Years Old and I feel like I'm not living life,
that I'm not truly being a teenager
and making life long memories.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
नसा नही था सराबका , वही अब बना सहारा
सराबी नही मे, पर हु उस् घडीका मारा

दुनीया कहे पागल, कोइ दिवाना
कोही मुह मोडे, कोही रुठ जाए
कोही  देखे घुरके , कोही फिर संझाए
याद नही मुझे बना कैसेमे, सराबी
कास, राहोमे कोइ मुझसे टक्राए —२

रात कट्ती नही, सराब बगयर
साकी मेरे बहुत, लेकिन, सवही सराबी
रंग बिरंगी सराब हे, लेकिन, नसा हे सबका वही
पिकर, पिलाकर आज फिर, एक आगया चेतना
कास, राहोमे कोइ मुझसे टक्राए —२

आजभी पिनाहे बनके सराबी
सुनेगा कोइ फिर, मेरे पुरि कहानी
रंगीन होगा मेहफिल,  झुमे सब सराबी
कम पडेगा आज फिर, महेकदाका पानी
याद नही मुझे बना कैसेमे सराबी
पिकर, पिलाकर आज फिर, एक आगया चेतन

नसा नही था सराबका , वही अब बना सहारा
सराबी नही मे पर हु उस् घडीका मारा —२
Genre: Gazal
Theme: Intoxication
Empire Mar 2019
Something inside me
Hurts deeply
And I really can't say why
But I know it's a part of me
And I don't know what I am without it
But I also don't know what I am without fighting it
I always think
Maybe I can drink it away
Drown myself into a stupor
I've never tried, but would it work?
Maybe I can get high
Let my mind float off like a freed balloon
I've never tried, but would it work?
Maybe I could...
And I know it wouldn't work
But a part of me wants to try
Because the pain and the fight
Are so much a part of me
I don't know what else to do
But continue to cycle
Until I spin out
Maybe I'm just trying to spin out
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
The milks gone bad
My drinks all flat
The lights now flicker
My favorite fruit‘s bitter
Every morning a pimple
My shirts always wrinkled
I’m sleeping less
My hairs a mess
If you were faking it
round of applause
for my favorite actor
So help me god
since you’ve been gone, Love.
my life’s a disaster.
Leigh Mar 2019
.

Meet me for a pint after work.

Take me through the days, weeks, or months
We've neglected ourselves -
Overworked and inebriated respectively.
You've never been without a job -
But don't neglect a word.

Take utmost care through the moments
That define your time: The trials, troubles,
And metamorphic events which reframe
Your view of the world, or your relationship with it.
Tell me about the ones who make it easy.

We'll allow time for the detail.
Your moments constitute a vicarious roadmap;
A means to improve my world.

In return I can offer up a Dublin dinner:
The best advice I've never followed,
My sincere admiration,
And a proper pint of Guinness.

.
Sure there's eatin' and drinkin' in that!

.
Randy Johnson Mar 2019
The Kool-Aid Man isn't cool at all, he's actually a ****.
He's a low life **** bag who poisons people with drugs.
He puts the drugs in the kool-aid, mostly ******* and ****.
He doesn't care that his products cause addiction and death.
He doesn't care who he hurts just as long as he gets paid.
The cops just found his hideout, it's a raid.
He fired at the police because he's out of control.
The police just opened fire and filled him full of holes.
But instead of spilling blood, kool-aid was what was spilled.
Everybody can rest easy because the Kool-Aid Man has been killed.
That's the end of the Kool-Aid Man distributing coke and ****.
The Kool-Aid Man flipped off the cops with his final breath.
The Kool-Aid Man fought the law but he didn't win.
That fat and bloated punk will never say "Oh Yeah!" again.
This poem was inspired by a Youtube video.
kiran goswami Feb 2019
You drink my apologies every time they are offered
and savour the taste of every sip that contains
one tablespoon of my blood
and
a pinch of my bruises.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
In every get together
We recall, the old us

Some start with cheers
Some light, the fire
Some signal, the same old
Secret gestures
Some try, the nostalgic
Old familiar rhyme
Some tell account
Of their gray hair
And how wrinkles
Change with time
Some find a good reason
To smile

Some smile in support
Memories of
Once upon a time
Genre: Observational
Theme: Colleague || Get Together
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