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Dear Lord,

I know their earthly bodies find comfort in its smog,
in the brine, and in the actions that keep them sane

and I ask you, Lord, who is the pinnacle of comfort
to ease their minds and souls and lift them out of pain

in Your mercy, by Your light, by Your loving holy light
so they may never need to smoke or drink again

Amen
...Should your friend or loved one be ensnared in the trap of vice
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Stumbling through the crowd with my head covered in frown.
I couldn’t avoid the sound of the beaten-down mound that became the people I moved around, constantly caught in the pound of waves so tightly wound.
Grabbing my drink I was crowned the queen of the clouds, my arms were bound to the pump of the crowd.

I thought I was drowned so trapped in the underground, stranded, I was desperately earthbound.
I drank to the profound, with cheers to the people I tried to surround.
At long last I passed out, woke up to blame redound.

Ah, to be on the adult playground.
This is what was derived from the third day of NaPoWriMo but it is basically nothing like the prompt **** (also does NaPoWriMo look like a chemical formula or sis that just me??)
Ray Dunn Mar 2019
God I wish your drunken stupor
led you to me,
but I guess your liquor shows us
how it’s supposed to be.
Haha I’m sad! Not to flex on y’all
ManoelO Mar 2019
Savour the taste
Restore a
Childhood
Lightness
That has
Been lost

Abandon your
Inner inhibitions
&
Gracefully float
In the
Swimming pool
Of liquor.
Ray Dunn Mar 2019
Moonshine
Burnt tongues
Bile
Such a thirst

Too bright
I look up
Eyes burn
Too dark

Midnights
Goosebumps
When did I get here?
How?

Cold drink
I see you
Silhouetted
In the moonshine

I take another sip
We’ve all been drunk, we know that feeling haha
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
She walks in the bar
The bartender sits & stares,
We're closed for repairs
Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
open shirts
v-necks
chest hair and lifted *******
clinking of whiskey glasses
***** tonics and happy faces
a weekly dose of binge drinking
“How you liking the weather?”-s
or maybe something deeper
the taste of bitters
no body odors because nobody communicates anymore
****** and score sellers outside ignored
a core of warmth in a cold city
self-pity or lacking any
introverted synchronicity or simply just *******
something to poke a hole in the monotonous
next morning crusted tear ducts and pounding heads
six more days left
to good health and all the best


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
Jack Torrance Mar 2019
Wish I could get a little undrunk
So I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you

Honestly, this party's over
Everyone here should've gone home
But I'm afraid of being sober
'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone
I start touching myself to the photos
That you used to send me
I should've deleted, but kept it a secret
Is that crazy to do?

So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of My drink
And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers
It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
But some things you can't undo
I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers
So I could unspite you, unlose my temper
But somethings you can't undo
And one of them's you

I'm afraid to turn the lights on
I don't want to face this rebound
Is it weird if I come over?
I want to, but I know that she's around

So I'm touching myself to the photos
That you used to send me
I should have deleted, but kept it a secret
Is that crazy to do?

Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking
I shouldn't be cooking but spilling hot water
It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
But some things you can't undo
I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers
So I could unspite you, unlose my temper
But somethings you can't undo
And one of them's you

Got through every emotion
Right now I'm sad, I'm broken
But the bottles in the floor
I'm to buzzed to clean them up
Wish I could get a little undrunk
So I could, I could unlove you

Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you
At 5 in the morning, I would unfuck you
But some things you can't undo
I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers
So I could unspite you, unlose my temper
But somethings you can't undo
And one of them's

You
You, you
Wish I could unlove you
You, you, you
Wish I could uncall you
You, you, you
Wish I could unfuck you
You
Wish I could unlove you
A song by Fletcher
Jake Sims Mar 2019
I drank the *****
together with the pretty,
colorful juices

decantered and set
aside for the occasion.
Forgive me, I was

already tipsy,
because meeting new people
scares me a little.

I got drunk quickly,
and laid down on the couches
I just knocked right out.

Shameful, but then it
felt here, as always, like it
happened somewhere else.
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