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Shane Rowe Oct 2018
apparently only two
a stronger soul would say it's few
a weak one like me, will start to see
all the things I've come to be
every sip becomes quicker
every gulp getting a little bit bigger
a smile forming in my face
happiness is absent, though a giggle escapes
a distraction to say the least
a sudden darkness starts to creep
what I thought was a solution
starts to invade
stream of memories
unprovikingly plays
I start to numb
my heart beat drums
as I take one glass more
to keep them at bay
cheers.
Danielle Oct 2018
I’m not sure what jarred me loose,
Maybe the medication,
Maybe the ***,
Maybe the drinks I had sitting here,
Maybe just the texting,
But something just shook off the ashes and rose.
Something shifted, something SHIFTED.
I want to run, HA, no going back.
I got my parachute, time to fall and see where I land.
I think a bit more raw then I'd normally write, but I'm feeling raw tonight.
Haylin Oct 2018
My father's voice was like a bomb
when he was clothed in anger
His words were driven by stress and pain
and he loved that pain like no other

In the wake of his wrath
grew flowers of sorrow
I felt my innocence die
and my maturity grow

I am my father's daughter
and I carry this fear
That I'll be a bomb like him
in the upcoming years
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
No Needy Eyes,
want for nothing,
only freedom eyes,
we have everything,

don’t mind the metaphors,
please pardon the ego,
I’m at Delilah’s high and,
I’m with chillin’ with some villains but they’re kind folks,

all vocal all loco,
let’s have a staring contest,
got a grip on my soul like a chokehold,
staring at me till my face melts,

humble as a roamin’ Nomad,
uncomfortable as a *** addict with a bad rash,
actually I take that last add back,
yeah I’m a ****** but no I don’t have a rash,

but I do have a pocket full of cash,
and I feel good but I want you bad,
swear to God I love You,
always will always have,

and that’s fact,

so real,
I wrote this on the back of a kin nap,
or rather a napkin,
either way I’m back in like I’ve been back,

back in,
this City of Angels,
with a bottle of Sin,
and some Best Friend Strangers,

all in on that God Level,
and I don’t wanna go even though,
I here the Devil callin’ and suspect I might be in trouble,
so I stay in the fast lane and take it slow,

gotta it right here so there’s no reason to go,

no Needy Eyes,
want for nothing,
only freedom eyes,
we have everything…


∆ LaLux ∆

October 8th, 2018
Hollywood, CA.
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
My countenance
made love with the harsh earth
she left me
bruised
confused
and bloodied
with a couple days
plucked out of my memory
thank whoever is above
for the few buddies
that pulled me to the
corner with a flashlight
bag of cold ice
shoulder rubs
and words of advice
I got back in the ring
ready for to resume the fight
I learned that night that
you can't beat Gaia
but that you could endure
a few rounds.

Just kidding,
I was knocked out
during the first round.
Maia Vasconez Oct 2018
Sip
I will get to the bottom of this and by that I do mean the bottle.
I will go until my bellies full of venom and like cement,
It will churn in my stomach all night.
My head is always spinning like a washing machine.
No one ever hits on you if your drinking straight whiskey.
buzz Sep 2018
mud
Ain’t it a sinking feeling, up to your ankles in scattered amber
Thick mire, pulling you in to savor the times
Soaked from a missed jump, hooked to a tree at the knees
Worn glass that just won’t break
Bowling for the old town
Made it to the very top, the sky gave a 21 gun salute
To stained shoes and hands, not a spot untouched
Of sloppy mind and simple pleasure
The same movie over again
Two ordinary pals on a river bank, howling and spilling spirits
Momentary departure in the midwest
A hearty slap on the back, smiling nods from the grizzled
A life's prospect in one afternoon, stuck in the mud
Our annual glimpse of the promised land, the warmth of two
They all can see it in our eyes
The great escape
collab poem between me and my best friend, about our most recent adventure
Brandon Conway Sep 2018

I visited the heavens today
all gods were absent
looked out the window
we were in the clouds

landed in Detroit
on a dreary day
why would it be any different?
this skeletal remain of a city

at least the bartender was great
but now I’m drunk wandering around
Detroit
hope I wake up in my hotel
TheScarfIsPurple Sep 2018
Well isn't this a surprise
In a bar where all hope dies
          A girl
                        with silver in her hair
                         so sweet and fair
         Once
                         I knew her

Bold yet sweet
she would always greet

                        The o so lonely me.

How I miss those simple times
                        thoughts
                        fe­elings
                        songs
                        lies­

Unremembered, still not less nice.
Writing poetry at a pub can sometimes inspire.
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