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David J Glenn Nov 2014
I got some,

'Sin to admit,
crimes to commit,
words to *****,
'bout to lose it

So, Ay you!

Oy, Crack that drum,
gimme some ***,
make my face numb,
make me feel dumb

Cause I got'

Some **** to steal,
people to ****,
dank drugs to deal,
and pirate appeal
Javaria Waseem Sep 2014
He always used the pitcher of ***
To forget the sorrow and pain of this world.

Addicted he was, said he'll never stop drinking
Those were the days when he forgot everything.

With a broken heart, he uncovered his soul
And to hide his scars, he drank some more.

He drank and drank till the effect wore off
By that time all his darkness was gone.

So he threw the empty pitcher of *** away
And cursed and blamed it for making him go astray.
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Frances Aug 2014
Blurred faces and
     Fuzzy smiles
    You say you love me all the while you look at her while tipping back
     Vicious facts I look over from the crest of a broken heart
Getting ****** up is a hopeless art
           Still we paint a pretty picture of neon lights and first class flights on busy nights
                You're too vivid to inhabit my sight
           I look the other way as I inhale through gritted teeth
                   You love her more and love me least
            But at least there's love between our sheets
      In this room I start to lose my mind only to find sanity was a mountain I climbed and dove from
     Into a pool of rose *** I never rose from
I stayed til I felt myself go numb
     Then crawled out and never looked back
             I came to you
          Saw change in you
        But in the end my neck was snapped from every hug you gave
     A slave to a place in your heart too small to breathe
      So as I inhale the stench of infidelity

             I realize
I want you but you don't need me
I ******* Hate You ******.
J M Surgent Aug 2014
Uno mas,
or "one more."
One more stop until we're home
or close enough to call it so.
One more stop until we're close enough
to driving our car and picking up ***,
roadside.
To grabbing a coffee
to restart the night.
To talking 'till that predawn light
that reminds us why
we fell in love
the first time.
Uno
mas.
lX0st Aug 2014
I've always been the brave one
But when I try to confront you
I can never say the words
That I need to
And there's a reason why
I only call you
Once I've finished
A fifth of ***.
Michael Taylor Jul 2014
My days are filled with monotony.
I can stand it no longer.
The waves crash endlessly about the hull,
no land in sight.

Oh! How I long to free my sword from its scabbard.
How I wish to quench its thirst,
and my own, no less.
Alas, there is no sail in sight.
At least the *** is plentiful....
lm Jul 2014
You asked my poison,
as we stood at the bar.
Your wallet in hand,
paying my way into your car.

Give me bourbon and I'll sway to the music
and lean my shoulder against yours.

Give me whiskey and I'll show you my passion
in the backseat of your car.

Give me beer and I'll be one of the guys,
feigning detachment, remote.

Give me ***** and I'll show you my youth,
tears reflecting my innocence lost.

Give me *** and I'll whisper I want you
as we fall into your room.

Give me any poison you like,
I drink them all without  a wince.
I tried them all to forget things,
one after another 'til I lost sense.
Choose what poison will have the effect,
how do you want me before you tonight?
Set it in front of me and smile sweetly,
I'll down it, my every cell feeling it's bite.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
She came to die while I was dying,
She came by night and alone,
I could not see her eyes,
cuz' her hair was down.

She never spoke with me,
She just curled and froze,
I did not learned her name,
but she was like a cup of ***.

She twitched sometimes,
She felt pain and anguish,
I just sat there waiting for Death,
but she was already dead.

She came to die while I was dying,
She sang lullabies to the Moon,
I only hold her in my hands,
until the morning broke with gloom.
Josiah Wilson Dec 2013
You know what?
I don't even care
I'm ******* wasted now
With all my usual flair

You might know
I could give a ****
I'm drinking down this bottle
To get rid of the sham

When I'm drunk
I can't think for ****
And I don't remember
Not a little bit

So ***** you
I'm getting wasted
And this sweet, sweet burn
Is just the *** I'm tasting
MaryJane Doe May 2014
The darkest hour
Is just before dawn
Maybe thats why
The rums always gone

A lush in the day
& a fiend at night
I just can't seem
To get it right

So yo ** **
& a bottle of ***
I think this poets time
Has come

As I drift off humming
A sailors tune
I'll be back tomorrow
& none too soon
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