Seen many turns, many fires burnt,
Along the way, a few were intense. Intense enough to fulfill the futile desires. But, This one! Intoxicating. Giving me the pleasure of being the Master, To tweak up the flame, To tweak up the intensity, Intensity so high that it turns into ashes, All that is uncalled-for. This one! Indeed Intoxicating. So much so that I am willing to keep it on forever. One may call it Sacrificial, Some may call it Madness, But for the intoxicated Master, The fire is meant to be otherworldly, With a flame that doesn’t see an end.
When I: with small words: bent to whisper
Some of her hairs (bronze and electric) Touched my cheek. Adrenalin sang: synapses burst into flower All awareness flared Just as she turned her eyes to me Seen from above: they were a deep green well Where secrets swam, The green core at the heart of sunset’s backlit breaking wave Sunlight through summer’s stain glass forest leaves Greenstone on the beds of mountain streams Wide pale emeralds set in the strong and lovely bones of face Whirlpools in which to willingly spin Mythic green flash of sun drowning in horizon’s sea Then, leaning, Still closer to her hair (because I loved the voltage there) I gave my words But closeness was a shock that rocked: then paralysed A near eternal minute: unfolding time was frozen there. There was a thing like scent: no musks, no florals nor turpines But it held me tranced Cocooned by it I swayed upon my feet Intoxicant beneath the sun Enveloped in a perfect moment Then: stunned: I had to walk away In to the everyday
"passion is akin to intoxication and madness, out of both come creativity
I'm gonna drown myself in sorrow
I'm gonna drown myself in fear So I could feel something tomorrow So I could free myself from air In deepest corners of my lungs The chemicals are always hiding Intoxicated... but I'm so young The fear is always oh so blinding I smoke, I drink, I cry away I hope one day I'll be ok Is this reality not up to date Is it too late to feel okay In deepest corners of my lungs The chemicals are always hiding Intoxicated... but I'm so young The fear is always oh so blinding
shower beer my kingdom for a shower beer My kingdom is a shower and a bed yup just a shower and a bed in this podunkshitholenowhere town But I'm suds'n up while suds'n down making my frown turn up Up UP-side down Nothing better nothing aside from her peachy little mound nothing better in this fuckedupdownandoutdingy Desert town Never astray have I been steered nope not by a shower beer no indeed no tears have I shed no siree no life have I bled no not me no ill will have I ever bred no not on account of a shower beer
Dancing music chord
On a Friday night And sipping classic drugs An euphoria between the eyes. Attempted dance missed the legs, Emptiness and hollow feelings. The eyes are thin and might be red Two more sips to do the biddings. Life is short and no retry, Anaesthesia to help feel fine And a reminder for tonight, That It's a beautiful Friday to be alive.
Sipping on Hennessy.
dripping with greed. Every decision I made, means to mess with me. Don't need no shots, Are n't you competent substitute. You get me high tripping with jealousy. My little flask of poison, why is thou, so intoxicating?
Intoxication won't bring solace.
Neither it bring back the person over whom you got intoxicated every single night...
Liquor bottles and rapt promises
All sometimes mean the same thing for me At first glance, they seem a little bit too much To be handled by a mere, innocent minor like me They say I'm too young to take or drink them They say only adults can get a taste of them But of course, I let my curiosity get the best of me And here I am, sneaking some from the shelf. Bitter. I unconsciously rejected it For it was too bitter for me to handle Manifesto too new, flavour too foul Sensation incomprehensible, what's yet to come? I finished half. Half of the bottle. Internalized half of the emotions thrown Embedded in between those highfalutin speeches And I'm only waiting for what's next. Warmth. It's warm, it's creeping in Am I letting myself be thawed by their voice? Or maybe it's just the liquid speaking As it glides down from my mouth to my throat? Euphoria. I feel nice. For the first time. Taking more gulps doesn't feel a bit wrong. Being succumbed to their words doesn't feel wrong. It only feels all the more alright. Tepid. Loaded. Giddy. Fine. All these are happening all at once I've been searching for this feeling all my life WHY HAVE I NOT KNOWN BEFOREHAND!? I only bought a bottle to try Only sought a promise to swallow Is one not enough for my troubled soul? Is this how much I craved to feel fine? No matter how many bottles we gulp No matter how wholeheartedly we trust When the ethereal high runs out in a bittersweet haze It's time to clean them all up. For the empty liquor bottles and empty rapt promises Will only leave you reeking with its pungent smell Along with trailing tears on your cheeks And another throbbing head the next day.
Day 3 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. Funny because the prompt of this one was created months ago---but I only actually wrote it today. Well, I write too many pieces about intoxication.