Maria Etre Jul 11

I have read and seen
written and tasted
all the letters
in a cocktail
of words
with the after-taste
of meaning
the effect
of a poem
and the resonance
of a
hangover

Jacob Jun 28

They always say time's not wasted when you're wasted, but well
How can I find the girl I wanna be with
When you're not yourself?
Hope you feel what I have felt,
And though it's you I'm still all about
It's still hard to tell you that
When half the nights you're passing out.
But go on, party on until you drop
As you raise up your glass, yelling "Give me one more shot,"
Hoping that'll hit the spot, won't you please just stop?
Because I don't think this is right
I can't just watch you make mistakes
While you think that you're living life
You got me over-thinking
But I know I'll still be there whenever
Looking past your wrong decisions
And underneath I know you're better
I'm no knight in shining armor you were dreaming
I'm just a boy willing to take a chance on someone I believe in

I always fall for you.
Ceyhun Mâhî Jun 21

Drinkers of devilish drinks at times of night,
Are drinking nightly, behind bars imprisoned.

Sobriquet May 7

tumultuously drunk,
in no particular order
on love
on wine
on loneliness,


but I remember too late,
it makes me sick
when I mix my drinks.

Frankie May 2

And then the barkeep said...

"One more drop and he'll change from blue to black..."

Running a bar is easy when you know how certain drinks affect people.
Aaron LA Lux Apr 29

Sometimes things go sideways on the way up,
especially when you’re dealing cards in Heartbreak Hollywood,
When the King of Diamonds meets the Queen of Hearts,
and you mix in some Ace of Spades things can get mixed up…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

The HH Trilogy Vol.2; 5/5/17

Alyssa Gaul Feb 16

You love energy drinks like they're a drug
smug
you gulp down the last drip
that drop
that you can't resist.
In favor of the rush
touch
like nothing ever felt before
you want more
and I...just wanna go to sleep.

I love sleep like a it's a drug
lug
that pain away with one intoxicating dream
between
the warm blanket and the duvet
where my meditation
station
begins.

Why,
pray, try,
do you throw away the gift of sleep
sheep
so easily
Instead you waste yourself away
like prey
drinking those drinks
with the caffeine that'll shock
mock
your system
without care.

You feel the energy
elementary
you think it means you’re awake.
What a fool,
tool
as your eyes droop behind the garish grin
and your head aches
takes
but you thought it was the boredom

I’ll take advantage of my sleep,
keeping
my head up high
because I’m the one really awake
take
your energy drinks far away
from me

Sleep is the ultimate friend
sending
yourself into a deep relaxation
can’t find anything better
my love letter
to sleep

O sleep, never leave
deceive
me with your dreams
awaken me with true energy
memories
of a good night with you
is better than any man.

AD Fox Spirit Jan 27

I dress myself in scars,
Red marks cover my papered skin.

I dance around upon the glass path,
The red is dripping down; there goes a “splash!”
Hold your breath as you see my tattered red dress,
“Isn’t it pretty?” I’ll ask, knowing your starring in awe.

So beautiful I am with this cut in smile,
Barb wire sewn on in going criss cross, to hold it together or rather apart.
Laughter resides in me,
Echoing and singing me a beautiful twisted lullaby.

Goodbye the innocent child that once lived in this body,
“Smile so cheery, little dearie,” the man repeats.

Scattered red kisses all over,
Pretty little red dress covers and hides them,
Keeping them a secret,
Never utter out those words.

Pretty little red dress seals away the lies,
Keeping them in disguise, never to be seen.

Dancing around on fate,
Hoping I won't be late.
I have to keep my promise,
And be there by eight, for my date.

I can never walk straight,
So I dance freely, with my little red dress on display,
"Red is a brilliant color you see" I sing sweetly, as I side step.

My dear pale skeleton figure can't seem to keep up,
As another "Drip, drop" goes by,
The clock never stops for me.

Take another drink, and play a song.
Listen to the tatter dress fall down to the ground,
I can't keep up, sadly I'll be late.

Say goodnight my pretty little red dress,
"Sorry to make you upset, sorry to disappoint," I whisper out.
And the man screams out with a bottle in hand.

K G Jan 26

My chin is soused in the piles of plastic cups
After nibbling myself out, the tables are bused
Onward unlatching, mussed my steady cause-
she was seducing my balance, I had to adjust
She dented concrete when sussed
She saw my incision and continuously cut
She saw my face when her description didn't fit
To be weak, anemic, and homeless I admit it
Now that my leash is leaking out of the tub
I'll remain spiraling like when in cuffs

KG

Stuck in a drinking rut
On a two week bender
Well actually
It's more like two decades
But I had to work the night shift
January 11th

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