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Satsuki Oct 2014
She nurses liquor as if it were her young
And let's the bitter liquid slip past her tongue
She's got a song to be sung
She's been told she's beautiful since day one
Been compared to the moon and to the sun
But she's a wild thing who likes to run
Many yearn for her soft caress
And many will come to her to confess
But she notices them less and less
For her emerald gaze is fixed on someone who's not looking her way
A fellow wild thing that likes to play
It's said that opposites attract, but their similar magnetic pulls don't push them away
Everywhere she goes
Her fellow wild thing always shows
Love has never been in her heart but this time she knows
Maybe it's the liquor
But she's falling quicker and quicker
And all she knows is she wishes her fellow wild thing to stay with her
Because even though she's never felt love before, she's sure this is it
There's an arrow in her heart where Cupid hit
And the fire in her cold soul has been lit
Kaye Berry Sep 2014
I.


Her name was Anne
She had pretty eyes
One morning
She was not able to open them
When liquor shined in her throat
And chased after the pills

II.

I never got his name
But I heard he planted
A shell inside of his head
Pushing his thoughts and dreams aside
To make more room for itself (to grow)
Until they spilled red on his pillow case

III.

Her name was Lily
She was expected to become
Everything and perfect
But the pressure around her neck
Was tighter
Than the ones on her shoulders

IV.

Her name sounded like a constellation
You see on a summer night
She dipped herself into the ocean
And pretended
That she was a mermaid
She pretended
That she didn’t have an angry father
She pretended
That she didn’t have a crying mother
She took a gulp of the ocean
And the ocean
Rose and swallowed her
beautiful children, please do not let the smoke consume you.
ZT Sep 2014
It is not a mirage. This;
it is vital they share the same blue
veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different
airs.             To live, is to learn how
to rejoice with paresthesia
causing liquor down your throat
and be in the stupor without feeling
stupid.
Stupors feel better
lucid
and this, this all feels better in sleep.
parasthesia liquor lucid dreams sleep live melancholy stupor mirage feelings
Liza Sep 2014
I no longer know
whether to drown myself
in heartbreak
in cheap liquor
or in the bath tub.
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
Wandered to the show, a gut full of liquor.
Little did I know, I was getting sicker.
Andrea Carmen Sep 2014
Liquor burns my throat but it's not nearly as bad as the sensation your name leaves on my lips. Alcohol stings as it goes down almost as bad as my skin does when you touch me.
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