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#coke
I have a theory that when the world ends for mankind all that will be left on a piece of wasteland is a Coke machine still lit it will sum us up perfectly
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 5:15 PM UTC
Coke
In my younger days Jesus was a white man with long brown hair and a beard He cared for children And protested against evil He was perfect I think i saw jesus once In a dream of a memory of a vision He had calloused skin on his hands Golden brown like illumination He was reaching for a coke bottle On the bottom shelf of a gas station display freezer I think he must have been tired Because i could even see the dark circles under his eyes Behind the wire framed glasses he wore When he looked up at me He gave me a weary smile and walked away to the register Coke in hand In the days of hardships I called myself agnostic Because god never cured my sorrows And i was never blessed with heeded prayers   But maybe jesus got tired of being perfect And left heaven to be someone inferior Someone human I can believe in that jesus
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
Gas Station Jesus
sheesh our session is paltry taking hits betwixt talk we've taken hits, how many have walked or just simply dropped from doping to coke smoking and joking over the line with too many tokes our time's coming too though we know not when we'll go too in the end
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
Messages From Home
Cold Diet Coke Administered intravenously Injected into my veins And fueling my anxiety. First, it was only a few Drops to keep me ready, But now it's full gallons And even that's not quenching. People always ask me, "Why push milligrams and ounces Of cold Diet Coke? It'll make you choke. After time, you'll croak. You're such a stupid bloke, Pushing Diet Coke." To this I have to say that you Are quite mistaken, sir. I only do it because I am Addicted to the tiny bubbles In my fizzy bloodstream. I know it's very dangerous, But I haven't died quite yet. I might just try some other kind To fix my upset stomach. "Zero calorie soda, Amazing as it is, Though it tastes delicious to you, Isn't healthy food. It's gonna cause an issue. You're still depressed and blue. Your face is green in hue." Again I must say you lie To steal my fleeting happiness. I need the drip, drip, dropping through My swiftly closing arteries. I don't have much time left, And I'm at Death's bright doorstep. I'm taking my final breaths, And I'm on my deathbed. I just want to tell you You made me do this. It's your fault. You're to blame. Yours is the shame. You outlive yet another son. You could've saved this one. My chances are slim to none. I approach the glistening sun As the fungus and rot outrun The weight of death o'er a ton.
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC
Cold Diet Coke
numb numb numb oh dear drug break up the pulver line it up with my card numb numb numb oh dear drug make me feel make me flee take my pain bring me feels line up another one just to feel numb you took my pain you took my love oh dear drug anestethize me tell me how you feel tell me do you feel tell me you feel they still believe i feel numb numb numb smoke one more play me more take my pride take my pain numb numb numb
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
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It was march At the farmers market Still kinda cold outside There were people selling their odds and ends And vendors selling fruit inside At the back of the lot Set an old taco truck That sold tacos for a dollar a pop I had 3 and a glass bottle coke And wondered if I should buy strawberries or not
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
Springtime in Birmingham
A crisp cold can of coke I like writing about coca cola It's my favorite drink to drink There's something so good about writing it A crisp cold can of coke It springs to mind and to tongue like coke from a soda fountain with a simple depression of the little lever Nothing is more evocative than the crack, snap, or pop of a crisp cold can of coke It brings forth fond memories Of childhood and summer and my ex girlfriend and my grandma And some of my favorite artists too Andy Warhol and Frank O'Hara for example I like to think they share my sentiment That there's almost nothing better than a crisp cold can of coke It's something so American and something so mine There's nothing I'd rather have on hot or a cold day Then a crisp cold can of coke
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Coca-Cola 1
The crack of a coke can Takes me back To summer days We woke up You came over I made some sandwiches We shared the same plate
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Memories of a Lover 1
***** **** coke don't come home here ain't ya place anymore mommy forgot you dad burned all your pictures dad destroyed your old room i hate you besides: got some blow?
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
Ghosts
take me away from this journey i am trapped in the land of placelessness blind / hypnotized route 36 / bolivia deaf / treated with ultrasound simultaneously scarcely knowing what all that means i am feeling the rising of blood a wave of heat like sandstorms inevitability: willful / knowing / aware i am putting myself at risk of dying long ago i read about the risks and consequences of my ******* abuse pervaded them intellectually while my heart remains deafly because of ******* bitter sear aflutter and in panic there is just: one life one heart one body one man man what are you doing?!?! i am hollering into my inner embracing the envelope obsessed over bitterness numb love in the dungeon of plotted heavens lofty as never before is where i am running away from: every day in the 1920s there was a man who they called "koks-emil" he sold ******* in the nightstreets of berlin the national archive has been keeping a picture of him doing business with two girls out of gangland we can't see the face of the one standing left only   her back however her companion typifies precisely what the drug creates in our souls: a form that can not be imitated like the effect of the drug a form of longing and greed in the girl's face longing and greed balancing each other not one of these states predominates while beholding the girl i am becoming horridly conscious about myself horridly about my relationship with ******* my affair with ******* my love to ******* this sounds sick? indeed it is we call it suffering from an addiction we call it suffering from a dependency become clean. i wish you willpower wish you strong luck wish you peace at last the rate of relapsing ******* users is vast during the night when the wind is breezing mildly when the stones of the cities are breathing out the heat of the day while you are sneaking over the streets while every street corner resembles the very one where koks-emil used to sell his product while you are sensing the smell of bitterness while you are being preoccupied with her face: her longing her greed while you are experiencing yourself: more deeply more soberly and more knowingly as before while you are reaching out your hands searching with kidfingers for koks-emil the guy with the warped corner of the mouth the reliable / greedy one the one who is always ready a salesman has to be available for every second of your longing every second of your greed koks-emil: your world is made of black and white your hat is grey its bonnet is vanishing as your shivering hands hands that spread capsules hands that grap at bills hands that you use to brush away your sweat **** between the lipps shabby coat koks-emil your spirit blows through inner cities like gas fumes a grin on your face coming from lurid lights you became immortal you underwent rapid decades you were an addict you created addicts you served addicts the ****** expression of the girl your child-like customer remains for all for everybody with a cocaine-addiction for all and for everybody who depends on ******* for all and everybody who is clean from ******* for all and everybody: longing and greed rest in peace girl
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Of Longing and Greed
take me away from this journey i am trapped in the land of placelessness blind / hypnotized route 36 / bolivia deaf / treated with ultrasound simultaneously scarcely knowing what all that means i am feeling the rising of blood a wave of heat like sandstorms inevitability: willful / knowing / aware i am putting myself at risk of dying long ago i read about the risks and consequences of my ******* abuse pervaded them intellectually while my heart remains deafly because of ******* bitter sear aflutter and in panic there is just: one life one heart one body one man man what are you doing?!?! i am hollering into my inner embracing the envelope obsessed over bitterness numb love in the dungeon of plotted heavens lofty as never before is where i am running away from: every day in the 1920s there was a man who they called "koks-emil" he sold ******* in the nightstreets of berlin the national archive has been keeping a picture of him doing business with two girls out of gangland we can't see the face of the one standing left only   her back however her companion typifies precisely what the drug creates in our souls: a form that can not be imitated like the effect of the drug a form of longing and greed in the girl's face longing and greed balancing each other not one of these states predominates while beholding the girl i am becoming horridly conscious about myself horridly about my relationship with ******* my affair with ******* my love to ******* this sounds sick? indeed it is we call it suffering from an addiction we call it suffering from a dependency become clean. i wish you willpower wish you strong luck wish you peace at last the rate of relapsing ******* users is vast during the night when the wind is breezing mildly when the stones of the cities are breathing out the heat of the day while you are sneaking over the streets while every street corner resembles the very one where koks-emil used to sell his product while you are sensing the smell of bitterness while you are being preoccupied with her face: her longing her greed while you are experiencing yourself: more deeply more soberly and more knowingly as before while you are reaching out your hands searching with kidfingers for koks-emil the guy with the warped corner of the mouth the reliable / greedy one the one who is always ready a salesman has to be available for every second of your longing every second of your greed koks-emil: your world is made of black and white your hat is grey its bonnet is vanishing as your shivering hands hands that spread capsules hands that grap at bills hands that you use to brush away your sweat **** between the lipps shabby coat koks-emil your spirit blows through inner cities like gas fumes a grin on your face coming from lurid lights you became immortal you underwent rapid decades you were an addict you created addicts you served addicts the ****** expression of the girl your child-like customer remains for all for everybody with a cocaine-addiction for all and for everybody who depends on ******* for all and everybody who is clean from ******* for all and everybody: longing and greed rest in peace girl
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you’re the mentos to my coke you make me all bubbly and open me up but boy you can make me explode
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
spontaneous combustion
I could still taste the whiskey In my mouth, rum-rimmed, The tang of coke, light gin, Better than mint, As my eyes turned three, Balance broke, but My mind stayed intact, So I took my calculator, Solved calculus in front of you, Pi r square h, volume of the drink-- Look, Chandrasekhar, Volkoff-- My words are slurred yet clearer Than ***** neat, more fluent Than *** slipping in like silk Into my throat, the blooming Sweet heat lingers, my Feet numb, as I walked, Arm slung over your shoulder, Laughed, fear clear, stir sears, I'm not sorry, I'm free, in glee With you, while the mild aftertaste Remains, dissipates late, my mate, Our best most happiest date... Oh boy. I may just forget much. But I won't forget That you still owe me twenty point four seven five dollars.
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Tipsy
I say I be doing fine but **** sometimes I miss those good old times I’m selfish I’m mean I just need methamphetamine But I’m fine I’m fine I’m really trying to be fine I just need a line 8ball and I’ll be fine 4 yrs sober and I’m fine It’s just a thought of not being fine But im fine
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
Fine
Stars are big *** mentos, and the space between the stars is coke. Sometimes the coke manages to touch the stars, causing a chemical reaction, leading to a supernova.
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
The God Coke
On the ******* express Knowing its Bound to crash But all i care about Is the smell of the gas Of pure white snow Heavenly shimmering In the moonlights glow Going through tunnels The darkness shows This pure white snow Is darker than expected But yet i have to test it Knowing the train will crash The faster it goes The shorter it lasts
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Along For The Snowy Ride
Of all the things I'd love to do. I'd love to have a coke with you. To watch your face light up full of joy. The first sip that leads into another. Soon as the cap snaps off We'll drink until we can't any more. Can't you imagine how fun that would be. Imagining yourself as a coke. The fulfillment of ultimate joy. My throat no longer parched knowing that I've had the one thing I've thought of all day. How could anyone walk past you and not smile. How could anyone pick you up and not want to carry you around with them all day. To be part of every experience To see the rest of the world through the eyes of a smile. Of all things I'd love to have a coke with you. Imagining your smile the first sip after a long day
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
Coke With You
It is, I tell you, I promise. It sits on my right, open and barely touched. Pure condensation glittering on the outside Chemical intoxication squatting on the in. Charmingly Silver and a splash of red the colour of an impulsive clown. "Diet" it says, Im not on one. "Coke" it says, Im not on that either. why are you even here?
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Its a Diet Coke
Drinking CocaCola seems better Than eating Apple pie. Maybe i have the wrong mentality in the wrong weather Bringing my feet down feels wrong when I’m so high. I’m giving up you know Everything is repeating itself Memories, experience and chances that I blow Inside my little bubble **** of course I don’t need help. I don’t think there has ever been anything wrong with me I sliced my ankle open the other day I look in the mirror and hate is all I see But **** what my mind can say. Nobody sees out of their cliques That’s why I travel in between their piles of thoughts My mind feels But I lost. **** it all For hope is limited A wake up call To everyone I’ve ever met. I’m leaving I’m feeling I’m killing My mindset
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
=I drank CocaCola and I became sad=
Coke on my gums makes the whiskey go down like water And so I feel nothing I'll destroy myself alone so nothing can hold me back So no one says "Enough." I won't blame you for not saying something I won't blame you for not "saving me" How I can't be happy that you're happy My ancestors are all angels up way too high and probably disappointed in what and who've I become But still I don't care, they're all dead Those lucky ***** Daylight breaks and the dawn has come So I guess I've been up all night These words are the very breath of my demons And I haven't heard from an angel in ages Through the eyes of the beast in me I've become friends with the abyss And it has politely invited me in So another for the writer Another bottle all by myself To soak my soul And drench any dream or hope of a happy life I might have had left
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
It Feels Like Nothing, Like I'm Nothing
I am crushing on you. Constantly looking for the next time I see you. Genuinely gathering the butterflies without further notice. Curiously fluttering. Stopping to rest but a moment. Comfortably anxious. Revealing jitters at the most intimate time. At the slightest touch, noticing how fast time actually flies. Bypassing the excitement of having you here. The way you switch when you walk. The way your voice gets lower easing into comfort. The subtle gestures that come naturally. Our lips in pause, hearts racing to catch up. A coke drips in condensation. Rolling faster down the side. Refusing to slow down. Sipped slow, quenching thirst. Crushing the can in satisfaction. On a day like today water won't do. I need something stronger. Something sweeter. Coke bottle shaped and a smile. I need you
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Coke
'twas where over her lover and this mother if she'd made love to this bother and kicked her spoon only to dither soon to wither in hope of recovery that her soul kept jade
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
incessant spoon
You're the Apple of my eye, the laces of my shoes, the breath of calm after an anxiety attack or heavy cry. You're the hand on my leg telling me I'm safe, the magnet which magnetised the needle in my homemade compass. You're the net of a dreamcatcher, the final **** after a long and exhausting hunt. You're the sensation of being warm and naked after a cold and wet day out in the snow, you're the report card with straight A's. You're there toe beans of a cute cat and the contagious laughter of a newborn too naive to realize that everyone in the room is only laughing because they keep laughing harder, the positive feedback loop exhausted by cheeks too tired to smile and a diaphragm too used to move. The sensation of being tucked in, but not too tight. The phenomenon of waking up in your bed because you passed out on the couch and your dad carried you in. You're the dream where you fall in love and everything is perfect and great, but when you wake up you carry over that charm into your day to day life and everything starts to go your way. You're the fortune cookie with a fortune of the numbers 3,4,8,17,20,26,38,48,70 and the phrase saying "your long held-onto grievances will vanish soon, you will find your peace." You are the learning, growing pupil of the Master of the Way. You are the concept of fairness and rightfulness, of non-ownership and laissez-faire government and home. You are the beacon, cooking a warm meal at the stove, so tuned into her world. You are the day dream, where the ordinary melts and the extraordinary takes over our surroundings and enchants our creativity while boosting and fanning that little flame in our hearts that keeps us going. You are the first kiss of morning, with morning breath so stagnant from an unexpected ****** release at 4 am and an explosion of positive neurotransmitters, the development of trust in each other's arms. You are the attempt to synchronize heartbeats in a very tight spooning position. You paint the image of our energies moving in complex shapes before entering the other, circling inside and maturing, then entering back into the other. The ouroboros of emotion and trust and love. You're what I see when I close my eyes, and you're what I want to see when I open them. You're the concept of someone I can truly let be. The independent, growing college girl with her whole life adventure ahead of her. You're the angel on my shoulder which speaks to me words of reason and progress and helps me ignore this rotten goblin on the other shoulder. You're the voice I hear say "I really like them, honestly," when I see tracers in my vision. You're a lighthouse in my mind. One safe thought, one place I can escape to for safety. But that's not really you, it's just my concept of you and my memories. But sometimes just that thought is enough to fuel it, because I'll be thinking of you more than I actually see you and I need to find the best way to deal with both. I don't want to put you on some unreasonable pedestal and I don't think I have. I only truly mean like a third of what I said about the poetic "you are"s, because it would be unreasonably romantic to truly believe most of that. But I believe it in spirit and that's what matters. You're the voice whispering me to sleep, and the reason I don't always have to wear ear plugs any more. You're the person I imagine running their fingers up my arms and into my hair when I watch ASMR vidoes. You trigger my ASMR and almost no one before you has been so successful in doing so. My body responds to you naturally in burst and quivers of euphoria and satisfaction, the curiousity of how you can pleasure and tingle me and how I can please you. Rubbing your back and shoulders, popping your back ever so slightly, exploring the surface of your skin in every area. I want to learn and map your topography and dimensions and watch those change gradually over time as you mature into this yogi goddess with such a brain it's astounding. You inspire me. You're such a hard worker and you're so much further than your circumstances could have put you. You're so strong Zo. Even if you feel like you're breaking sometimes, you're handling the pressure better than I ever could. I'm grateful for my time with you, but I'm even more grateful for the peace you've helped bring to my tumultuous mind. I hope you're getting just the most wonderful sleep. Dreaming of forgotten kindoms, songs never heard, places and euphorias never felt or synchronized with. You're a good person.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
"You are..."/Lighthouse
You're the Apple of my eye, the laces of my shoes, the breath of calm after an anxiety attack or heavy cry. You're the hand on my leg telling me I'm safe, the magnet which magnetised the needle in my homemade compass. You're the net of a dreamcatcher, the final **** after a long and exhausting hunt. You're the sensation of being warm and naked after a cold and wet day out in the snow, you're the report card with straight A's. You're there toe beans of a cute cat and the contagious laughter of a newborn too naive to realize that everyone in the room is only laughing because they keep laughing harder, the positive feedback loop exhausted by cheeks too tired to smile and a diaphragm too used to move. The sensation of being tucked in, but not too tight. The phenomenon of waking up in your bed because you passed out on the couch and your dad carried you in. You're the dream where you fall in love and everything is perfect and great, but when you wake up you carry over that charm into your day to day life and everything starts to go your way. You're the fortune cookie with a fortune of the numbers 3,4,8,17,20,26,38,48,70 and the phrase saying "your long held-onto grievances will vanish soon, you will find your peace." You are the learning, growing pupil of the Master of the Way. You are the concept of fairness and rightfulness, of non-ownership and laissez-faire government and home. You are the beacon, cooking a warm meal at the stove, so tuned into her world. You are the day dream, where the ordinary melts and the extraordinary takes over our surroundings and enchants our creativity while boosting and fanning that little flame in our hearts that keeps us going. You are the first kiss of morning, with morning breath so stagnant from an unexpected ****** release at 4 am and an explosion of positive neurotransmitters, the development of trust in each other's arms. You are the attempt to synchronize heartbeats in a very tight spooning position. You paint the image of our energies moving in complex shapes before entering the other, circling inside and maturing, then entering back into the other. The ouroboros of emotion and trust and love. You're what I see when I close my eyes, and you're what I want to see when I open them. You're the concept of someone I can truly let be. The independent, growing college girl with her whole life adventure ahead of her. You're the angel on my shoulder which speaks to me words of reason and progress and helps me ignore this rotten goblin on the other shoulder. You're the voice I hear say "I really like them, honestly," when I see tracers in my vision. You're a lighthouse in my mind. One safe thought, one place I can escape to for safety. But that's not really you, it's just my concept of you and my memories. But sometimes just that thought is enough to fuel it, because I'll be thinking of you more than I actually see you and I need to find the best way to deal with both. I don't want to put you on some unreasonable pedestal and I don't think I have. I only truly mean like a third of what I said about the poetic "you are"s, because it would be unreasonably romantic to truly believe most of that. But I believe it in spirit and that's what matters. You're the voice whispering me to sleep, and the reason I don't always have to wear ear plugs any more. You're the person I imagine running their fingers up my arms and into my hair when I watch ASMR vidoes. You trigger my ASMR and almost no one before you has been so successful in doing so. My body responds to you naturally in burst and quivers of euphoria and satisfaction, the curiousity of how you can pleasure and tingle me and how I can please you. Rubbing your back and shoulders, popping your back ever so slightly, exploring the surface of your skin in every area. I want to learn and map your topography and dimensions and watch those change gradually over time as you mature into this yogi goddess with such a brain it's astounding. You inspire me. You're such a hard worker and you're so much further than your circumstances could have put you. You're so strong Zo. Even if you feel like you're breaking sometimes, you're handling the pressure better than I ever could. I'm grateful for my time with you, but I'm even more grateful for the peace you've helped bring to my tumultuous mind. I hope you're getting just the most wonderful sleep. Dreaming of forgotten kindoms, songs never heard, places and euphorias never felt or synchronized with. You're a good person.
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My feelings faded away Now all I feel is blue I wonder why I’m so down I’m always high It doesn’t make sense So I try some **** that’s more intense I live with a bottle glued to my hand And I have bottles of pills on deck These drugs I self prescibe Just to make me feel alive The liquor helps me smile But it makes me feel more numb This **** helps me think But it makes me more dumb This yay makes my whole life feel A’okay But it’s really ******* up my brain.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Blue face.