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Clay Face Aug 2019
Alone watching tv
Contrasting my self image against characters I envy

I Eventually find emptiness
Who would’ve thought

Quickly but calmly
A bottle of interned coping serum is entombed in the freezer

Minutes go by and I almost forget to take my first dose of the night

But contrasting brings back my thirst

It used to taste terrible

Now it’s bearable

In a few minutes I’m done with the putrid beverage and cool more in the freezer

They go down as painfully as the last one

They’ve done nothing for me but make me feel more infected with loneliness, physically ill, and morbid.

This only set upon me more a more dismal state of mind

And it leaves me full of liquid sadness
Purcy Flaherty Jun 2018
"Make lots of noise ~ Stamp your feet!"

Garlic is the new black, all squares are red, so dance the colour blue, and leave your prejudices at the door.

It's not just wrapping paper, yellow triangles or wallpaper,
it's radical art; challenging the norms and provoking change!

"show me how you party and I'll show you who I am!"

14 years of faith, form and function;
designed to unleash the utopian spirit,
a space for drinking, laughing, loving, dreaming and creating.

We built the Bauhaus as a sanctuary, not as a prison, a monument, or a museum, but as a springboard for something new!
We can embrace the desease that's consumerism and mass production or present something new?

Stamp your feet *******
will Aug 2019
Sweet blueberry wine
from across the sea
you brought to me
the lovely night

Where she swayed
and laughed like bells
dancing free around
the shabby kitchen

that first time
we drank drunkly
she on sweet wine
and me on her smile
It's easier to watch sometimes, drinking in their addictive mannerisms than to tell them.
دema flutter Aug 2019
sip up your emotions,
swallow the days,
because what sparks
at night also dies
in the morning,
reflect on your
beating heart
and what made
it stop mid-way.
Roman B Aug 2019
Your taste is in my mouth
Burning the back of my throat
Like all the liquor I've been drowning myself in
We both didn't want each other

Each morning waking up with you was another headache
I would would spend the morning in the kitchen
Closer to the bottles
Further from you

It was all perfect at first
Two broken hearts finding something new
But here I am now
No longer broken, but annihilated

We connected so fast
But your connection was toxic
You needed me to save you
But you wanted me carry you

Instead of taking all your weight
I talked you through my heart
That ******* maze of misery
Showing you how to navigate the pain, the lonliness

You wanted validation for your mistakes
I kept hanging around
Wanting to see the improvement
It never showed

There was never a chance for us to blossom
Because my blossom already happened
And my roots were ripped out
You just finally put my in the trash

Now I can see what all this was
My attempts to reclaim some lost love
You were never right for me
I was never right for you

All that time was a waste
Nothing changed
I'm still drinking my heart into a darker hole
Watching blackness take my mind

Waiting for someone
Waiting for my heart to call me back
To the sandy shores of my memory
Where waves of emotion hit me

Each wave reminding me of a better time
This was only year one in a new place
Cheers to a new year with a little less suffering
And a little more love
A full year has gone by in a new city. Seen a lot, done a lot. Going to quit drinking so much and start taking care of myself more. A sober mind might make things better. idk, I'm feeling blue again.
Strider Jul 2019
You texted me saying that if you called me tonight, it was because you were drinking and that was it, no other reason.
But I thought back to all of the times I called you drunk, and it wasn’t because I was bored.
You are your truest self when you become enveloped in liquor, and my truest self craved you and your trustest self needed me.
But I know things are different now, and I know if you call it won’t be like before, I tell myself this until the words sound funny.
I close my eyes and wish away the hole in my heart, but not before I turn my phone ringer all the way up.
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
The challenge of enjoying
tasty and nutritious
food and drink
is not to overeat.
AS Nilsen Jul 2019
all my favorite bars
remind me of old ship wreckage
blue bottled dry gin
courses through my Viking veins
I steer this helm with one aye
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