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Understanding you

is a thought I try not to have.

You are like alcohol.

I do not want you often, but when I do, I realize I want you more than I know, and I hold that thirst back.

Like Dunn says,

"If you were whiskey, I would be a **** drunk."

And a **** drunk I would be because you are the one whiskey,

wine,

cocktail,

shot, drink I cannot

reach on the shelf even when

I stretch my arms,

limits, and

beliefs to reach.

You are some kind of mindfuck.

Who am I kidding?

I am

a ****

drunk .
-WRR
Ten men standing in a line,
but my eyes only go to one.

Ten men standing so fine,
but only one is the bullet
to my gun.

You're a drug they say.
They try to warn me.

I say I'm listening,
but I'm just wishing.
Oh can I take a drink?
I want to have some fun.

Ten men standing in line working hard,
but my eyes only want to write letters
to one.

Ten men standing ready for a game,
but only one could put my level
to shame.

You're a drug they say.
They try to warn me.

I say I'm listening,
but I'm just wishing.
Oh can I take a drink?
I want to have some fun.

The more trouble you make,
the more drinks you take,
you know that's how the
game starts.

A captain or a coke,
this is no joke,
my eyes only go to one.

You're a double and a half,
you make them all laugh,
look so sweet,
but you're bitter to the core.

My intentions are just a few sips,
but a few sips lead to more.
Ten men standing in line,
but I only want one picking
me off of the floor.

You're a drug they say.
They try to warn me.

I say I'm listening,
but I'm just wishing.
Oh can I take a drink?
I want to have some fun.
WRR-
It is that time of week,
when our meaningless pursuits
drown in beer and single malts.

Our shadows retire besides us
tired of walking on overdoses of caffeine
and monotony.

The tires rest while the toes
breathe.

Even in this restless summer,
you somehow remember the fire hearth,
within your heart when you were young.

Exit Doors closed with regrets.
The waves are not beautiful.
The fear of death tastes nothing like ice.

A miserable mixture of cheap gin and tonic, that is a straight gulp of unending silence would feel like.

You are in the stagnant waters now,
don't forget to swim.
Anonymous Freak Jan 2018
See how the sunset liquid
Glitters
The crystal glass,
With lipstick on the brim
Instead of lemon.

Smell the rich foreign scent,
Making itself at home
On once innocent
Young lips.

Lonesomeness
In a burning beverage.
jas Jan 2018
cheers, to the pain
to the boy who forgot your name
to the one who makes you crazy
to the ones getting faded

hold your head up high and your drink up higher
day 26
Tsunami Jan 2018
The train tracks raced.
Connected you to I,
Wound through some sort of subspace,
Fell asleep to their lullabies.

Under bridges.
Over hills.
Drink your courage.
Swallow your pills.

The train tracks ran,

SO DID YOU.
abandonment is a hard pill to swallow when home never existed
Here is a story
About a girl and a boy
How perfect they are

Eyes meet from a far
Flutterbies rise from within
A connection made

Time spent, slowly gone
Savouring every minute
Knowing it will end

Here comes loves first kiss
Watch it again and again
That taste never gets old

Here is a story
Of a sweet and sour drink
This love runs deep, shrub
If you have never tried it, try it!
Jack Jan 2018
Death pressed against his lips,
Drunken idiots they dance in the night,
Hands pressed against her hips,
Surrounded by drink and friends.

Death pressed against his lips,
Drunken idiots they drink in the night,
Sharing potent drinks in sips,
Surrounded by music and darkness.

Death pressed against my lips,
Inhaling deeply,
A smiling face then slips,
Yet you’ll never realise how,
If only you could see me now.
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