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Tehreem Aug 2016
Sinister fluid of words
You pour drop by drop
Oh my darling!
The poison I seek
I drink to live
Sips of temptation
Lure me to you
Wine of madness
From the chalice
Of your sparkly lips
Oh benevolent Devil! Your Juliet is insane.
She is living you.
Cameron Boyd Aug 2016
You used to call me Starshine
I used to wonder why.
I used to call you Moonshine, now I
See the reason I

Got so drunk off words you spoke I
nearly went blind.
Now and then see you pretend
through misty foggy eyes

That time the wind and us the dust
swept up away and off.
Nothing left where nothing was
swept up away and off.

(you know)
I could never lie when I was
staring at your curls.
Cashing in those empty bottles
just to buy you pearls.

I drank 'em first but there's no thirst
quite like the one you left me with.
Always parched, and never quenched until
I find you in a fifth.

I used to call you Moonshine
Now you're whiskey, bourbon, rye.
You used to call me Starshine
and I still wonder why.
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,

Enticing devil's nectar in a trance I see myself,
Doing unspeakable things,
This is not good for my health,
Stayed away for awhile,
But it tried to call me back,
So I went to see what the fuss was about and it attacked,
Got a bucket full of issues,
Didn't get the hang of this one,
Pulling cards and taking names just feeling like I really
Jumped the gun,
Drinking out the bottle so much I can't speak,
Shackles on my feet,
Is this really good for me, in disbelief,
I feel so trippy, wild , young , free , lucky , generous,
It was agreeable , persuadable, lustful and fearless,
In pure bliss,
Like the color of mist over clouding my head,
I was developing the fear of thinking that I was dead , but now I'm like...

You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can't tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to.
©ABPoetry2016


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/sunset-bar.html
Elioinai Aug 2016
I drank you like water
but your liquid was ambrosia
sickening to mortals

my soul is undying
but sheds this bleeding flesh
too slowly
for me to swallow more

A dance with a weakened neck is only whiplash
AM Aug 2016
He sits at a bar,
the tears in his eyes dry
He orders something sour,
to cover the bile

his throat burns,
the feeling in his chest screams in agony,
it wants to come out,
but it doesn't know how to leave.

he drinks in her name,
trying to forget her kisses,
and all of those damaging caresses.

But her face appears as an angel in distress
Oh how much he missed it.

he tries to stand up,
and help her fix her wings,
so that maybe she can fly
Yet, she only laughs,
as he stumbles and tries.

he rubs his eyes and she is gone,
another sour drink,
He doesn't want to be alone.

He begs to see her one more time.
His head spins,
and he starts to cry.

Where did she go?
She didn't say good-bye.

**AM
Mason Jul 2016
This is the loudest the music goes
I have nothing left to drink
still, all around me are the wolves-
circling...
get on with it!
you devoured all
the beautiful things
already.
cait-cait Jun 2016
will you talk to my corpse
after im dead?
.
.
.

ask me things like how
was your day?

tell me about
each and every
person
youve replaced me with?  

and ill have changed...
you know?

you're so quiet now
.
is what you'll say,
but i won't respond.

and maybe you'll cry?
the way i cried after you broke my heart--
into
p i e c e s

all while saying sorry and
what not?

and will you tell me the truth?
like the old days, when we were
kids

what caused you to do it?
ill think to ask,
.
but wont...

was it me?
or the first night
you went drinking?

or
will you just pretend that it wasn't
you
who killed me?
i have mixed feelings about this.
Yv S Jun 2016
sting of the slap and salt from the tears,
our knees grazed and our hearty laughs,
ringing, resonant. the smoke from our
cigarettes, overwhelming, customary,
the spill of a drink and the shake of a head,
we retire; another night, parting,
left to our fears.
night after night.
Nathan Wischropp Jun 2016
Trying not to think.
I drink.
The pain remains.
Listening to your heartless claims.
Reject me.
You're free.
I never loved you anyway.
I always knew you'd betray.
Even when I can't drink anymore.
You are still just a *****.
I don't believe in love.
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