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Daisy Rae Nov 2017
drink the night away
It’s a way of life
Guden Nov 2017
I tend to like myself
When beer
And *****
Race through my body,
I can spend more time
With my thoughts,
If I'm cheered by the spirits
Of old yiest
Of old potatoes,
Fermented
Fragmented
A granade,
Two are brought,
In a very happy hour
It's time to be happy.
I'm fond of old me
When I'm happy,
I tend to be more honest
With myself
And with others,
That's why I only lonely drink
Alone.
We want to tear in -
To taste all the juices
Knowing that now,
All too soon, we could lose this.
We want to drink
All the things in this world
And never
Stop to breathe.
For the wheel
Takes and it gives
Some things will die
While others still live
When the day
Gives way to new day
We're afraid what we love
Might all fall away.
Still, the world demands
That we must let go
And let the deep rivers
In motion all flow
Dropping our leaves
Going back to our roots
Re-evaluating
What we know to be true.
Stop to breathe.
Before the next bite,
Stop to breathe.
10/23 Inktober prompt: Juicy
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Steve Page Oct 2017
Embracing the collective.
Grasping the nettle.

Hugging the toilet.
Regretting the rebel
in me.
Good times in retrospective.
all for you Oct 2017
Drowning out memories
Maybe I can see things differently
Trying to forget the things you said
The liquid in my cup a cherry red
Another night without you
Forgetting all the lies I bought into
Maybe I’ll forget your name
I was only a part of your game
I can’t see straight
All I did was take your bait
Maybe tonight I’ll find another
Trying so hard to find some other
Ended up in bed with someone new
I knew It was a mistake trusting you
i just want to forget you // love always
Ryan Holden Oct 2017
Walk through the sands of
Time, taste the desert air and
Drink my soul to live.
sadgirl Oct 2017
you might as well
asked me to drink
bleach through a straw,

boiling to a point where
i could smell the sharpness
like a needle through my nose

and when girls say they
tried to drink men away, i
laugh at them

because yellow teeth
and lemonade
from the sourest of lemons,

squeezed and strained through a
sugared cloth by the hands of
your mother's mother

still tastes like ****,
sour as it may be
life is nothing more

than an endless
under-sink
cabinet
all for you Oct 2017
​a free drink
and a cold hand
was all it took
for a new beginning
we'll talk it out and come back. we always do // love always
Poetic T Oct 2017
Doused in empty caskets,
                   littering the floor..

Drink entombed him.
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