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LJ Chaplin Aug 2014
The taste of liquor on my lips
Cannot compare to the intoxicating
Sound of your voice that lingers in my ears,
It makes my head spin,
Throwing the Earth of its axis
And causing me to stumble to the ground,
Limbs weak,
Words slurred,
The cramping in my stomach
From the stab wounds that anxious butterflies
Left behind,
I dread the hangover you'd leave me in the morning,
The throbbing headache from the empty
Space next to me in bed,
The nausea from seeing the creases on the pillow
From where your head rested,
The dry lips from where you kissed me,
Glazed eyes that still shine from where you said
They were beautiful,

I guess I can ease the pain with an aspirin,
Dropping the memories into water and watching
Them dissolve,
Slowly disintegrating and falling apart,
Only to be swallowed and leave a bad taste in my mouth
Like it never happened.
Poetic Artiste Jul 2014
Burning pleasure with each swallow
I love the way you taste.
Eradicate the stress.
Numb the pain.

In search for freedom
Steps to intoxication I take
Consumed in reflection
With each swig memories fade.

No matter the quantity internally vacant I remain.
How many more sips
How many more shots
For the remnants to trail away?

Ethanol
My aching addiction
Course through my veins
Life is nil without you.

Unable to remember
Questioning what was said
Passively expelling secrets
Drunkenly fearless I am.

Drowsiness imminent
Slurred speech
Coordination weak
Emotions wavering

Artery pressure low
Heartbeat delayed
Thoughts sway
Respirations slow.

Inhibitions lessen
Concentration impaired
Reflexes diminish
Hangover in the distance

Another day
Another drink
Inevitably it happens.
I succumb again.

Time reverses the inebriated.
If only time could annul the loss in me.
Subdue the recollections.
Until then sobriety is not for me...
Felicia C Jul 2014
Artichokes will always make me think

of you drunk in Vermont on your 22nd birthday.

Giggling and tired from the rocks of the mountains

you spilled both our drinks and wrung your hands

in complete defiance of giving a ****.
November 2013
Felicia C Jul 2014
i walked out of my house

half past midnight

in a short skirt and torn tights but

i was not headed for disaster.

i was on my way to sit in a circle

and dance in a triangle

and sleep

on a square.
November 2013
Anthony Williams Jul 2014
I see you in bars all the time
with other men
groping
for a way across the room
with another woman
sideways on
are you looking past
her too
hoping
asking
would I fit
through
such a close sat
bar crowd

are you with a cousin
just a friend or two
will your eyes meet mine
is that woe in your blue
I try to rein in
but happily resign
to a seesaw glass renewed

and I'm glancing
at the next round
bottom
behind bars
it's too easy
to replace you
miss or ms
or mix you in the crowd
warm and fuzzy
I rise above this scene
this love of guesses
I float between
the bars
and get over
the faces

to where another balloon
escapes unattached
no
the string shakes
loose
and curves go on and on
into the blurry blue
when when
I look back
you're following too
beyond bars to.. what?

looks like lakes
bathing me and you
in starry eyed lights
but is it all in the drinks
or a top up of a view
am I about to find out
it's not behind
it's not in front
it's all in the now
I'm locked into
your bars

roaming hands
off my guard
******* up to you
we squeeze between bars
and
cors
***
pour me down
by Anthony Williams
Colette May 2014
why do you keep appearing in my dreams?
lingering in my thoughts?
making me see you everywhere?
leaving me insomniac?

you, a contagious virus,
yet a cure at the same time,
what am i to do with you?
yet i can't seem to live without you. 

you are like the paintbrush
to my empty white canvas,
you colour me in various hues,
make a beauty art out of me,
complete me.

and somehow, you're like the sun,
burns me,
consumes me wholefully,
and i to submit in your entire warmth.

you left me wondering,
what it would be like to have you in my arms,
to have my lips against your soft luscious ones,
to have to wake up in the middle of the night
and still find you there with me.

you're haunting beautiful,
a dangerous infatuation,
yet i can't seem to stay away.
i'm overwhelm by yours truly.
inspired by internet bae.
nominal May 2014
Slow burning and thick is the smoke in my lungs.
A death wish in the end,
a refreshment of poison that enters my bloodstream.
Youth of less than 30, 20, and even 18;
all of us are just searching for happiness and enjoyment in life,
since everything is just so ******.
Ignorance is truly bliss.
Yet my generation is acquiring negative knowledge so quickly.
All of us grew up too fast to enjoy our youths in an uncorrupted way.
Our innocence has been robbed by those older than us.
Our happy places aren't the movies, dances, or skate rinks;
they're bottles of liquid poison and capsules full of assorted chemicals which induce false emotions for a few hours.
To be ignorant and clueless is to be truly happy.
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