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Maddy Oct 2016
Blindly surrendering

Opening up fully

drops of Lagavulin

Dripped

     in

Mysterious places

The aroma fueled

    Intoxicating

                       Ecstasy

Opening up fully

To the Goodness in all things

Learning to relax

To Trust

The wisdom

The universe is

We are

Full of wonderful

Experiences

Satisfaction

-Maddy -
Tehreem Sep 2016
She was curled up asleep
In the world of his illusion
Wounded warrior of dreams
She bled her colours bright
He placed her amongst skeletons
Of fears and unrequited love
Nightmares he planted in her
Pain grew in her lovely bones
He stirred his evil poison cup
She consumed the intoxication
To the pretentious word magician.
estelle deamor Jul 2016
I have never been drunk my whole life,
Until today.
It started with a sip, then a shot;
Until I had a glass almost empty.
I couldn’t stop, I needed more;
Every words slipping out aroused my whole being;
Every letter, every pause, every rhyme;
I felt a stranger’s heart, it became my reality.
My head was spinning hard,
I didn’t want it to stop.
So this is how it feels to be drunk.
Can I have more?
Please, just one more shot.
Sometimes, you'll be able to write poetry without even planning it. You heard many beautiful words from strangers and connected with them instantly. Then it hit you, it's time to create beautiful words of your own.
ajit patel Jun 2016
It's goa my love,  
the piece of earth that you cherish.  
Streets are narrow and quaint,  tiled roofs falling over each other,  
clinging to the beam by their nails.  
Atmosphere is sultry with sun,  *** and surreality.
Surrounding me is you,  in a warm womb of induced coma.
How will it be if my head were to be in your lap,  
your fingers combing through my curlies?  
Should death come at this moment,  
I would welcome it with an embrace.  

Heat,  a beating heart and a stiffness in my *****,  
my last few vestiges of emotion.
(C), Ajit Patel, 6th , May, 2016
leinstinct Jun 2016
After a day and a half
party like i should not have
**** my loungs with the smoke
Get some ice cream at 4
a.m i know
I should get some sleep or no
Find myself Womenless
No one to feed my soul
Question the life
Question the chance
Did not take it this time
Brown skin blue eyes
Short hair no bra
Lost the key to my home
Too drunk to recall
De javu of adiction it's on my way i know
Should leave the vice behind
The venom i love
All quiet today
all is gone
Alone i do stay
No one to give confort
At the end it all ends
No one really cares
And once again i find myself
All alone
Womenless
Luna Craft May 2016
With each thought comes disaster, a living corpse hung high
Oxymorons and illegitimate thoughts, broken voices
Tomorrow is the future but another days past
When it all ends there will only be dust
Rumbling pixie dust from nonexistent faeries
It's time to pull the batteries out of the controller
Auto pilot feels so good
Like tomorrow won't happen, never said those words
Just like that, stand still, stand tall
Eat your words as they leave, rot through your gums
Hang men with the melody that leaves your notes
Only then beg for solid thoughts, for one line
To end the thinking
Intoxication is so cruel, it let's me forgive my own tongue
How scornful
Em May 2016
Heels higher than her
blood-alcohol level
Gaze further than the years between herself
And a man across the bar without a name
Let the tabs roll up
With his satin blue sleeves
Friday's pay checks wasted
Spent like the law clerks in the red leather corner booth
Cigar smoke coats the curls around her ears,
Camouflages itself in the shadows upon his aging hairline
Her shawl is coated with sequins and musk
And his hands beg to add a third layer
The paler man beside him marries thick glass to wood
He slurs out round five
The air tastes like ***** and vanilla ice cream
Her ruby lips the cherry on top
The hangover hits harder
When his head hits the pillow
His cloudy azure eyes open
And the daydream mistress becomes a fog
Old bars and ****** lawyers are so lustfully timeless.
Walker Marema Apr 2016
The world can wait till tomorrow
Right now I have to remember how to stay focused
Right now I have to remember how to walk straight
Tomorrow I can worry about what matters

Tomorrow I might not feel great
Right now I can think of the world
Almost like a beautiful frame
In a long drawn out boring film

Tomorrow will surely be different
I know the only difference exists within me
Though I can accidentally forget this difference
On a whim
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
Let me sink my fangs into you
To stop me from turning blue
Let me get to what's within
What lies beneath your skin

Like a vampire
Your sweetness I need to acquire
Let me drink before I expire
Don't let me pass from this world and retire

With out the sweet taste of you upon my lips
In your hands cradle my hips
As slowly into me you slip
Exploding like a rocket ship

Welcome me like the dying light
I will not leave you felling contrite
I'll make everything just right
I can excite
I can delight
Meet me my dear at midnight
Under the bright moonlight

Take me to the stars
Let us zoom past mars
Grace my veins with your intoxication
You are my only fixation

Like a drug, a need
To your power I concede
I hear your call
I'm your victim after all
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