#champagne
A hotel room in Rome. In front of me, a young lady is standing. When I look into her eyes, I can see the darkest midnight sky, and the waves of her hair are like the champagne in the glass she is holding in her hand.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
Drinking champagne to forget
is like trying to love without feeling.
Pressing a broken heart through glass
won’t stop the bleeding.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
At a bar near Grand Central Station,
Free flowing alcohol and conversation.
The steady sound of champagne glasses clinking,
In celebration of new beginnings.
Strangers drunkenly exchanging digits,
With the hope of a quick backdoor exit.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
I poured champagne on the garden,
just to see what wouldn’t grow.
A rebellion disguised as art,
too small to leave a bruise.
The idea felt poetic—
a confession spilled like incense,
settling heavy in the soil,
thicker than regret.
By dusk, the dirt turned sticky,
a graveyard for good intentions,
gold on a barren altar,
pearls drowning in sweetness turned sour.
A bee circled the spill,
its wings trembling,
caught between greed and retreat.
I wanted to tell it, Save yourself.
But even the flowers had given up,
their petals folded like apologies
too late to matter.
I stood barefoot in the dirt,
watching bubbles rise slick
against the roots of something already dying.
At least the garden refused me honestly—
its silence more forgiving
than any answer you gave me.
I laughed at how pathetic it felt—
a toast to nothing,
a promise unraveling,
luxury offered to the lifeless.
I’ll wake up tomorrow
and call it nothing,
but the smell of champagne
will linger on my palms.
And you’ll linger, too,
where regret always does—
settled deep in the soil,
refusing to grow.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
all I see are
crashing waves
champagne
purple and orange,
and yet my mind
thinks only of you.
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 4:44 PM UTC
My sweet little gran-mire is 94 Years old.
She still works, as the chairwoman of the family trust
- you can call her “Godfather.”
The “frail old lady” is a humorous disguise she dons
to bamboozle the unwitting - think tiger stripes.
Don’t be fooled, or lulled and don’t ever try to BS her.
The business cosmos wheels behind those eyes.
Her heart was replaced with an abacus, centuries ago.
She’s met everyone in the world who matters.
She has body guards and minions.
Tonight there’s a small birthday party
at the Musée Marmottan Monet (museum) in Paris.
When she comes in, the 40 or so guests formed
an impromptu receiving line - so I queued up too.
Stewards regularly pass and I manage to gulp down
two flûtes of champagne while on line (I LOVE Paris).
This has the makings of a great party.
Finally, it was my turn. we cheek kissed (fait la bise).
I took her small, gloved hand in mine
and it struck me that little white gloves are genius.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I said
inching closer because the music was loud,
“Nothing tops a big-budget party.” I said.
“We agree.” she said with a nod.
“Happy Birthday.” I mouthe.
We la bise again and I moved on so the conga-line could progress.
Ooo! Another steward!
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
Proudly he handles the bottle, bellowing about her as if she were a person
She's not fine wine, she's aged wine.
kept in the dark; alone with her thoughts
low in the earth; like a corpse
and given all the time in the world to ferment; she's rotting
Her glass is smooth you see, and cool to the touch; like the pavement on which she fell
The curves are unique to every bottle; her carcass so pretty
And the deepest green you'll ever see on a bottle; like her eyes
I have preserved her so! To keep her how she should be!
that's how he wanted to see me
She has aged well, for almost 20 years you see.
still as young as ever
But this is a special occasion; they found me
Go fetch some glasses; I can hear them digging
And we'll celebrate her.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC
your head laying on my chest in the still hours of the night reminds me of tree branches dancing in the moonlight
your lips moving over the peaks of my ******* sends memories of us flowing into my head like water rippling up to a river bed
your love is like skipping stones on a calm lake, when you look at me I feel these walls I’ve built start to break, and the barbed wire around me start to deteriorate
I’ve never known a love so true
I’ve never fallen for a boy like you
when you kiss me I see comets and cosmos, and shooting stars too, I feel the pull of the earth and the coolness of the moon, I feel the ground shake beneath me and flowers start to bloom in all the cracks and crevices, can’t you smell the perfume?
if you are truly mine, now and forever, then I’ve loved you since the dawn of time when we were just visions and thoughts in God’s glorious mind
you are the wind rushing through my hair, you are the creaks in the steps going up the stairs
you are the home where I want to rest my head, just to wake up in the morning and do it all again.
I love you effortlessly, like the clouds love the sky. I’ll say it again and again til it’s etched in the scrolls of time
your love keeps me high, it’s pure and utter bliss; can you feel the butterfly wings flutter as we kiss?
like the dew on a blade of grass at dawn, you kiss my palm, I love you baby because you’re warm and sweet like cardamom.
like chamomile and kava
like ashwagandha and marijuana
like rosé and champagne
after tasting you, I’ll never be the same.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC
Everything sounds better in french
On this belief I can surely rely
They have the gorgeous Pomme Frittes
While we have the boring french fry
In France a crispy, fresh and warm baguette
At my house just a mediocre loaf of regret
There is quite nothing better than a glass of French Champagne
Our domestic impostor "Sparkling Wine" isn't winning that game
Naturally to seal this case I will end with the perfect French kiss
Because a plain peck or a smooch is so much easier to dismiss
Clearly I have a sophisticated foreign thirst to quench
Mon amour, because everything sounds better in French
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
i woke up
alone again
and the last sips of champagne still rest in the glass we shared drinking from last night
the bed sheets still carry your fragrance
which otherwise wouldn't have been remembered
and the ashtray, laying within two burned out cigarettes, smoked after the sensational miracle of love
but anyways,
no goodbye note
no message
i woke up,
again
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Smiles
Under the cherry moon
She gave him
Burgundy kisses
In an hour glass
Of ****
As the sands fell
On solicitude
The time ran
Like a lovers fool
The sun wouldn't rise
The blue wouldn't sky
And the ice was so cold
It never melted
When her eyes pelted
Their baby blues
There were smiles
Smiles
Under the cherry moon
They made love in the daffodils
There were no clouds
There was no loud
To rain on their mood
For the only sounds
They would allow
Were of sideburns
On perfume
And the ice was so cold
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC
you are now nineteen
look at your reflection on the mirror
how much have you matured
like a blooming sunflower
you are now nineteen
your hip's growing
your lips full
and now you get bored quick
now you are nineteen
your face calls me
ah, lady, I can't look away
in your face I am frozen
Gina,
now you're nineteen
happy birthday,
my unattainable queen
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 5:54 AM UTC
I only called myself a writer
After I tasted the idea
Of champagne
On your lips
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
I'm bottling up all my feelings.
I know you noticed that,
I've been holding back,
There's something inside I'm concealing.
You put me on ice for no reason.
You make my heart stop,
When you pop my top,
I'm bubbling up to the ceiling
I think you know what I mean and,
You know I'm just teasing.
I can't keep it a secret
Grapevine, gettin' too seedy (juicy)
Overtime my soul is primed,
You're so divine
Intoxicating my sober mind
'Til I'm,
Ready to chill for the evening.
Strictly for the VIP
Tipsy when you lean on me
Lipsin' up we don't need a cup
It costs a lot but it's free
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
It's the first hour of the new year and I feel whole.
It could be because of all the champagne
Or the fact I realized that **** happens and you can't control it, so you might as well just smile
I'm pushing the thought of you away
I'm smiling and laughing with my mom and sister
I feel happy
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
it’s new year’s eve,
let’s set the house on fire,
a respite from the fireworks,
the cheer and sweet kisses,
a shield for desperation -hopelessness,
lifetimes of cobbling together spare change
from thankless jobs.
let’s listen to music,
predicting the apocalypse,
anarchist revolution coming back,
desert rebels and cheap masks,
plastic laser guns and old comics,
signs of washed out revolutions.
and we’ll talk and wonder
-about our lives,
wash ourselves down the drains with
the blood red wine,
toast with triumphant roses,
rising with the bubbles
dreams encased until they drown and
pop.
can we call ourselves rebels,
revelling in the moonlight,
dancers under stars,
wrapping ourselves around our bodies,
to the music,
the champagne,
the thankless year’s,
as they go on and on.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
you have more beauty in you
than any one woman in the world.
intimate moments lie
in the shape of your eyes.
champagne and roses
fill the air in wake
of your stride.
wonder meets perfection
in the fullness of your lips;
the cutest little nose
awaiting a lover’s gentle kiss.
bearer of heart
seemingly made of stone.
stunner of men
made of only flesh and bone.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
I am not roses and champagne
Or birds on a sunshiney morning
I am not high heels and pretty dresses and bright colors
I am not the girl with a positive comeback to every little thing in life
I am not the person who you can look at in the early morning hours and find sleeping like an angel in your arms as you caress my cheek in the early sunlight
I am strong and independent
I am determined
I may not be champagne and rose
But I am steel and whiskey
I am as strong as steel and can take some of the strongest heat
I am whiskey because you'll remember my exact tones and hints even after I am long gone
I am the woman with an optimistic yet realistic comeback for things that happen in your life
I am vans and leggings because, **** I have places to go a hell of a lot faster than heels can take me
I am most likely stealing the covers at night and if you wake me up before 8am you will get the worst version of myself
I am muted earth tones with hints of sunflower yellows
I am steel
I am not roses and champagne or a bird chirping on a Sunday morning.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
and i’ll watch the world
burn
burn
burn
with the fire that you started in me
i’ll stay and look past you
because you’re blocking
my view of heaven
where i can see the
butterflies and bees
where they sip on waterfalls and
drink champagne full of
the stars
you know you’re my sun
my moon
my stars
this is my blood
my sweat
my tears
from all these years of loving you
you should be thankful
but you didn’t choose me.
i chose you
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
Drunk with dreams,
drowned in tears,
dreadful glimpse
I can't look away.
Dim the lights
with delicate fears
and drop the vermillion piece.
Covered with blankets
saturated series,
like a champagne and the stars.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC