#alchohol
did the whiskey make you feel better,
even though it burned your throat?
you swear you're not like the other boys
who drink it and then gloat.
did the hand-rolled joints make you feel cool,
even though your mouth tastes like ****
you swear you aren't addicted,
you just don't want to quit.
did the things you did too young
help your life at all?
you did drugs, broke your heart, and hurt yourself
when you were still way too small.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
Im going home,
I dont know what to.
I suppose the river,
and the woods,
the cold icy streets
that hold so much sentiment.
Ill be too sober in the day.
Ill be too drunk at night.
Old friends wont know me,
while they all seem the same.
So much pain, and love, and words unsaid, watering my roots
in that town.
Im going home,
but am I?
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
Closer than my jugular vein, you flow
through sacred passages until you reach
the part of me where everything resides.
You tap into my nerves. My firmament
gives way to you, and I melt into your
depths, the one place where I can feel secure.
I mediate on you, and I can feel
your warmth radiate through me, until we're
glowing like embers on a wind-chilled night.
We make a pretty good team, you and I.
Let's stay together a while longer,
just until I can get back on my feet.
Hold me close, in your smothering embrace;
I'll wash my hands in you, and be absolved.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
my eyes are drawn
to your white lettering
and black label.
my soul is rather
fired up by that
substance inside you.
my lips,
by the taste.
“don’t do this to yourself, you’ve been good all this time.”
“you’ve been steering clear, you’ve been attending your meetings.”
i tell myself, as i reach in
my pocket and rustle through
the chips i‘ve collected all
this time as reward for
learning to live without you.
but ****
that smell. the way you feel inside me.
the way you make my head shake.
the way you make me forget.
you taste of liquor, my dear, and i’m a recovering alcoholic.
oh **** i’m sorry...correction.
was a recovering alcoholic.
so a toast,
to your wonderfully devilish eyes,
and to another relapse.
-melancholicreator
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
People dissolve feelings dissolve
I'll dissolve this city will dissolve
Those people with liquor
Those people with sticky lips
While with other sit and sip
They claim it is ichor
That runs through their veins
Liquor is just a chain
That grips their brains
At night into false blissfulness
But when sober they know sinfulness
People dissolve feelings dissolve
When will I dissolve
Will i dissolve before i find resolve
Will i feel unfinished in life
And left like a ***** knife
For sinners
To eat with over dinner
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Well these ******* naps have got me waking up drunk.
Broken knuckles and scars I don't remember.
So many days spent in a daze,
Drinking and smoking haze.
A complex distraction for a complex problem.
It's killing me, I know, but maybe that's better than nothing at all.
How can you ask a self destructive mess to not be paranoid.
All the nights I spend hating myself
Analysis to a grand scale, of every miniscule detail.
Every second of the sunset, every plant that grows I turn to dust.
Why can I only ruin this paradise,
Too late to save someone, too ****** up to let someone love me.
This is pain,
Ruining my chances and knowing what I've done.
Hating myself for the actions I do, and the things I don't say.
Blaming myself, constantly.
But let's do another line, and wash it down with spirits,
Drown them in substances and pretend we're okay until it kills us.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
Another day of heartbreak
I got dumped, what the hell
There was not even a phone call
It was by electronic mail
Bits and bytes of rejection
flying through electronic space
Just to tell me "I don't love you"
I got emailed in the face
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
A week ago I was fired
Went to work like every day
found the door locked and all boarded
He ******* off with all my pay
No notice, and no phone call
Just a sign upon the door
A cardboard notice of rejection
Saying "you don't work here no more"
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
My dog ran off last weekend
Left the house and ain't come back
He ran off with that pack of dogs
And he ain't coming back
I bought him as a puppy
Now he's left and he's long gone
But he left a pile of rejection
On the corner of my lawn
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
My tomorrow's may be better
But then again, I'm not so sure
I've got the blues from this rejection
And I don't think there's a cure
so I sit here in my trailer
Drinking the same thing every day
Sitting in my ripped t-shirt
Drinking all my tomorrows away
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
I'll keep it to myself.
Let it tear me apart,
From the inside out.
You know, some people never change.
Sometimes, its better off that way.
And as the maggots come to be,
They rest in the best parts of me.
So go ahead,
Shut lock that door,
Those places aren't special no more.
Soon enough there won't be a single piece,
Left of who I use to be,
But maybe its better off this way,
Maybe ill start over someday.
Oh no, im not scared to die,
I just dont think I can look,
Into your pale blue eyes.
It might be a silly fear,
But a promise is a promise my dear.
So ill keep it to myself.
There's no point in letting it out.
Its fading and decaying anyway,
I already can't recall yesterday.
Dont want you to see what I have become,
I wash my guilt away with long walks and ***
Oh no, it dont help that much.
But nothing does after you've lost touch.
So I'll keep it to myself.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
It burned as it went down my throat,
It was warm when It settled in
It was a rush when it finally hit me
But by that time you were in glory
Vulnerable to anything
This is not me
My blood flushes through my body faster than ment to be
losing control, enjoying this lust
Maybe who I was isn't really who im supposed to be
I want this to be me
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
We've reached that point
Where we depend on alchohol
To have a good time
It's just a given thing
I'm not complaining
But is it that any different
To a drug?
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Girls wear stiletto's
so that they are that
much further from
the ***** soaked floor.
hands on hips
and lips
sips from
scarlet letter stained straws.
Men don't know where to
put their hands.
On hips
and lips
dips tastes
forbidden fruit
off her trees please.
People in the blender
ice breaking, mixer shaking
As close as we can get
but lonely like debris
in the storm
room spinning
ears ringing
no one winning,
everyone sinning
and no one
caring
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
I drink away the pain because I can no longer cut it out but give me a chance and I will carve your name.
I think about the day because I no longer remember the nights but give me a chance and I will forget the days too.
I smile when I remember our memories because they have always been my favorites but give me the chance and I will forget them all.
Let me stop drinking.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
We worry about why we exist but our only purpose
is to fall in love with a masterpiece created by a god
so lonely he had to invent an audience.
So if every one of us is one and we are all god
maybe that's why I don't see shooting stars,
but I look up and fall in love with
every wish I will never make.
Maybe when we drink wine we lose a sense of self.
Because we are not humans,
but we are something much bigger.
Maybe that's why when we drink we get hiccups.
Because hiccups attempt to shock the mind back to consciousness.
Thinking is a drug and drugs are just spiritual defibrillators.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
Last night at a party I had five shots
And five revelations along with them
Thank you, tiny sweet shot glass for
Burning away inhibitions.
Burning hot, liquescent cinnamon
Goes straight to my knees and my phone
As I sat on the kitchen counter, texting,
And I had some things to say that
I never dared to before.
One: Like how when I thought that
you wanted me, I was an apparition
that had been trying to break the veil
between two worlds, to no avail
and you with your kind eyes
resurrected me.
Two: That I’ve never been noticed by a
good man. Nor have I noticed any.
You were sugar and spice, but
telling someone that you miss
them and then never fulfilling
the sweet promise of someday,
isn’t very nice at all.
Three: The first time you told me I was beautiful
I couldn’t believe you. Because I always believed
that complements were gifts men gave
to women to remind us that we are only our
bodies. And as a girl who is most comfortable
when she retreats deep within the recesses
of her imagination I find this troubling.
Besides what good is beauty when it only
serves to make sweeter my fire.
Four: the second and third and fourth time you
called me beautiful I believe you meant it .
Because you offered up those treats without
demanding payment and I thought that’s what
respect was, what longing was. And it felt good to
be wanted for more than my body but still...
I felt the heavier meaning your words
And your eyes spoke in sonnets
And the more you said it the more I needed
to hear it.I had never needed to hear it before you.
But your insistence that I am beautiful
made me want you and for the first time
I let myself want.
Five: I hate that if you called me right now
I would go to you, in a heartbeat.
I hate that you inspire poetry so cliche.
That everything I feel about you
is as the Sun rises each day:
Spectacular yet under appreciated.
I hate that I make excuses for you.
That I understand how you could
forget about me, change your mind
about me. I hate that I don’t think
you did anything wrong. I hate that I
should hate you but I can’t press send
because I’m still hoping that you will
come back to me, like how
the Sun longs to share the sky
with the Moon
I took your words like a shot of whiskey,
nervous at first and then all at once.
They tasted like heaven, and burned like hell,
a confusion of syrupy sweet nothings (nothing
because that's all we ever were) and the sting
of your silence when you left town. When I
first saw you I wrote a poem about how
I didn't know your name and I was not brave
enough to ask. I knew you were going to be
important but I didn’t know then that
the afterthought of you would
burn so much.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC