#inebriated - Hello Poetry

because they hit like ****** on a friday night. when my blanket has had enough of reassuring my anxious mind it's your lovely phantom that hugs me then: a figment of my pleasant longing for your hands and the way they hug mine. sleep with me. maybe we'll wake up sat on a for-two caddy parked across the hanging end of a moonlit prairie. we'll toss the keys to our locked embrace until the sun finds us and throws them back.

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Nov 22, 2022

Nov 22, 2022 at 9:32 AM UTC

3-md

ive fallen asleep to thoughts of you

because they hit like ****** on a friday night. when my blanket has had enough of reassuring my anxious mind it's your lovely phantom that hugs me then: a figment of my pleasant longing for your hands and the way they hug mine. sleep with me. maybe we'll wake up sat on a for-two caddy parked across the hanging end of a moonlit prairie. we'll toss the keys to our locked embrace until the sun finds us and throws them back.

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Purple Amethyst Beneath my tongue, keeps me from Inebriation

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Dec 17, 2020

Dec 17, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC

Ambrosetheconqueror

wives tale

Purple Amethyst Beneath my tongue, keeps me from Inebriation

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[Young Male Voice....inebriated, perhaps] Slit of the tongue Frush guppy ! I sped to you today So-nah To treat you to a working meal and... You’re not there ! You remained a way yonder Sense-able to my.... me but too.... mirage n’ fragrant for any talk this side of miz..mizcomunication Stay thus sway ! I’ve decided Is decried Please...and I’ll love you as just what I can imagine you to be ...uh..so, yeah...see you tomorrow maybe Agunda! AGUNGDA ! - voice out man

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC

neth-jones

Transcription of a Voicemail received from a wrong number

[Young Male Voice....inebriated, perhaps] Slit of the tongue Frush guppy ! I sped to you today So-nah To treat you to a working meal and... You’re not there ! You remained a way yonder Sense-able to my.... me but too.... mirage n’ fragrant for any talk this side of miz..mizcomunication Stay thus sway ! I’ve decided Is decried Please...and I’ll love you as just what I can imagine you to be ...uh..so, yeah...see you tomorrow maybe Agunda! AGUNGDA ! - voice out man

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You used to sweet & now you ain’t much of a treat Unless you want some meat When you want some of this *** All of sudden you’ve got some class & All it takes is a little sass To remind you who you trying to **** with Fool me once, fool me twice, Third times a charm is a myth ************ you’re unappreciative Once you had me inebriated Now all I ever am is ******* irritated I see the man I love but all I feel is hate for you I walk away cause now I know it’s through Don’t even think about coming back without bringing some fast food Cause that’s all your good for now my dude Your tongue used to make my toes curl Now thinking about making love and everything you’ve done makes me want to hurl I’m sorry lady boy, you’re going to have to find yourself a new girl..

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 6:22 AM UTC

Iddea

Unappreciative

You used to sweet & now you ain’t much of a treat Unless you want some meat When you want some of this *** All of sudden you’ve got some class & All it takes is a little sass To remind you who you trying to **** with Fool me once, fool me twice, Third times a charm is a myth ************ you’re unappreciative Once you had me inebriated Now all I ever am is ******* irritated I see the man I love but all I feel is hate for you I walk away cause now I know it’s through Don’t even think about coming back without bringing some fast food Cause that’s all your good for now my dude Your tongue used to make my toes curl Now thinking about making love and everything you’ve done makes me want to hurl I’m sorry lady boy, you’re going to have to find yourself a new girl..

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To my DAD, I’m sorry for being born I’m sorry for being a girl but you know all my life I’ve tried to be a boy to you, as you always wanted but God didn’t gave you one I’m sorry for being such a failure in life I’m sorry for being a burden to you and mom, especially to you when mom passed away 3 years back I’m sorry for being angry whenever I see you drinking alcohol and in the end you’re unable to stand straight. You see I’m more concerned about your health because I know the disastrous effect alcohol have on you and also it is the reason that my concept of a perfect family is ebbing slowly. I’m sorry for telling you NOT TO DRINK ALCOHOL TOO MUCH I’m sorry for yelling at you when you start to drink as I know you’ll crave for more after one bottle I’m sorry for being angry when you invite your friends and your family over to drink a lot of alcohol because I know they are just momentary friendship and familial bonds, when you’ll fall ill nobody of the group will come to your help I’m sorry for being so brutally honest when I tell you what effect of this new behavior of yours is affecting our relationship and also those of my sisters Moreover I’m sorry for all that happen yesterday night : for telling you to go to bed and scold you like a child because you can’t wake up enough to walk to the bedroom I’m sorry for helping you to stand and take you to your bed I’m sorry for removing the glass from your hands and suggesting to carry it for him to his bedroom because of his inebriated state I’m sorry because of me you’ve gotten angry and broke the glass into millions of tiny crystals on the floor I’m sorry for caring too much I’m sorry for thinking life is like a bed of roses and as long as I have my parents love I can overcome anything I’m sorry for hoping you loved me and still do despite all this I’m sorry for being a hurdle in your path to live your life fully. Though I would never understand how a child can be a hurdle as I was lead to think that a child is the greatest gift that GOD can give I’m sorry for being unwanted I’m sorry for not having the courage to end my pathetic life and remove myself from your path I’m sorry for constantly trying to gain your attention, you see I yearn normalcy in my life where everything is fine, I have a loving father, perfect life and all EVERYTHING WAS MY FAULT, I’M REALLY SORRY DAD ……..

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC

If you think this isn't reality Then **** you Accept the fact that misery Is misery, and if that won't do Then know that I know why But I won't tell you. Disturbia is my life **** Rhianna for Envisioning a sick truth, Then not exposing the demon That lied to you. The truth, it is far fetched.

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC

finley-pietersen

Off My Bonce

If you think this isn't reality Then **** you Accept the fact that misery Is misery, and if that won't do Then know that I know why But I won't tell you. Disturbia is my life **** Rhianna for Envisioning a sick truth, Then not exposing the demon That lied to you. The truth, it is far fetched.

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I lied again and said some words were the last I'll say about you but I thought of one more pretense; I ******* hate you, you know You're just like my Mom in the sense of saying things you'll never do and saying you'll do things you've never done Delusional and high strung Determined but so done, with everything and everyone. I don't know why I still hold out waiting for your words, I laugh they're so absurd coming from the horse that can't fix its own hooves Please don't say you miss me or want to see me or you'll be there Because it's all lines to feed -- your ego and my need for reassurance just to put another hold on your obligations a little bit longer some sort of attending to your problems that have built up so high they're bound to spill any time now, very soon because you're awful at staying connected and getting back to people and showing you care -- because deep down you don't and even then you're more dead than alive and repeating lines you stole from somewhere, someone you felt thrive before you decided they weren't unique enough

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Apr 22, 2015

Apr 22, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC

roberta-day

mean drunk scribblings

I lied again and said some words were the last I'll say about you but I thought of one more pretense; I ******* hate you, you know You're just like my Mom in the sense of saying things you'll never do and saying you'll do things you've never done Delusional and high strung Determined but so done, with everything and everyone. I don't know why I still hold out waiting for your words, I laugh they're so absurd coming from the horse that can't fix its own hooves Please don't say you miss me or want to see me or you'll be there Because it's all lines to feed -- your ego and my need for reassurance just to put another hold on your obligations a little bit longer some sort of attending to your problems that have built up so high they're bound to spill any time now, very soon because you're awful at staying connected and getting back to people and showing you care -- because deep down you don't and even then you're more dead than alive and repeating lines you stole from somewhere, someone you felt thrive before you decided they weren't unique enough

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I am an adult, But a child is how I see myself. Some may speak of my strength My capabilities and tolerance. They say, in any circumstance I have perseverance And endurance. These are praises that are sugar and spice When my days are not so nice, And yet, there's a feeling, a knowing, Without you, I am nothing Your stretched hand, I would always be needing, During not so good times, you said, it is okay to cry Told me to stand up, through the hurting hours that would go by For, I must learn of the bright and faded colors of life again and again How it is to walk under the sun, or through the pouring rain So, I will appreciate joy even more, after the pain. The warmth of your embrace Are my weapons when scary moments I have to face Thinking...I could have been lost Worrying...what would've been the cost? Errors at this point in my life, I could no longer afford I must listen, careful not to miss your words. There's this questioning fear, "What if I soon leave this world?" a thought so drear Often whispered in my ear Something I would rather not hear, Yet, you see me through, with your advice, Nothing could be truer...I don't have to think twice. From the start, you have loved me, In fact, you have spoiled me I feel, I believe, you'll never tire of me. In your assurance, in Your undying love, I have become inebriated... To you, I can not hide the truth To you, I will admit without a doubt, My GOD, I am, and will forever be, YOUR child.... Sally Copyright January 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC

sally-a-bayan

INEBRIATED

I am an adult, But a child is how I see myself. Some may speak of my strength My capabilities and tolerance. They say, in any circumstance I have perseverance And endurance. These are praises that are sugar and spice When my days are not so nice, And yet, there's a feeling, a knowing, Without you, I am nothing Your stretched hand, I would always be needing, During not so good times, you said, it is okay to cry Told me to stand up, through the hurting hours that would go by For, I must learn of the bright and faded colors of life again and again How it is to walk under the sun, or through the pouring rain So, I will appreciate joy even more, after the pain. The warmth of your embrace Are my weapons when scary moments I have to face Thinking...I could have been lost Worrying...what would've been the cost? Errors at this point in my life, I could no longer afford I must listen, careful not to miss your words. There's this questioning fear, "What if I soon leave this world?" a thought so drear Often whispered in my ear Something I would rather not hear, Yet, you see me through, with your advice, Nothing could be truer...I don't have to think twice. From the start, you have loved me, In fact, you have spoiled me I feel, I believe, you'll never tire of me. In your assurance, in Your undying love, I have become inebriated... To you, I can not hide the truth To you, I will admit without a doubt, My GOD, I am, and will forever be, YOUR child.... Sally Copyright January 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Unburden me my wiley friend from all my mundane woes Release the threads that bind me here, submit me to your throes Happily you blur the lines and change the days perspective Mollify me with your lies and kindly dope objective. It’s pleasant here, I have no care to change this altered state Inhibitions lose their power to taunt me and berate I perform well, I entertain, I please so easily Popular I find myself within your potency But soon I find the last drops have now dried up in the glass Your soothing draft has poured its fill, your best has come to pass And in its wake you leave for me a tender raw emotion That carries me upon a wave of heady dissolution The tears they stream, I am a mess, back down to earth I plummet All former worries amplify now you have reached your summit I was misled, you’re not my friend, a pariah in disguise You sought to trick and confuse me put beer goggles on my eyes So now into my bed I crawl to rest with bland submission The toilet has already shared with me your vile emissions I close my eyes I pray for sleep, my head already throbbing I enter sleep in throes of self-absorbed, repentant sobbing

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

laura-turner

DRUNK

Unburden me my wiley friend from all my mundane woes Release the threads that bind me here, submit me to your throes Happily you blur the lines and change the days perspective Mollify me with your lies and kindly dope objective. It’s pleasant here, I have no care to change this altered state Inhibitions lose their power to taunt me and berate I perform well, I entertain, I please so easily Popular I find myself within your potency But soon I find the last drops have now dried up in the glass Your soothing draft has poured its fill, your best has come to pass And in its wake you leave for me a tender raw emotion That carries me upon a wave of heady dissolution The tears they stream, I am a mess, back down to earth I plummet All former worries amplify now you have reached your summit I was misled, you’re not my friend, a pariah in disguise You sought to trick and confuse me put beer goggles on my eyes So now into my bed I crawl to rest with bland submission The toilet has already shared with me your vile emissions I close my eyes I pray for sleep, my head already throbbing I enter sleep in throes of self-absorbed, repentant sobbing

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I wish A million years hence basking in the pre-afternoon sun when i sit, i smile at how, my life turned out to be.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC

shekhar-suman

Grey Sun

I wish A million years hence basking in the pre-afternoon sun when i sit, i smile at how, my life turned out to be.

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My mother used to hide ***** In the freezer, In the back behind the peas and corn. I decided to try it. A sip and a burn And my lips went numb. That's what it felt like to kiss you. A gulp, or two Or three Or seven, (who's counting?) later I got a head rush and that's what it felt like to kiss you; The burn and the numbness. The release of realizing You were far more intoxicating.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC

sarah-pitman

***** Kisses

My mother used to hide ***** In the freezer, In the back behind the peas and corn. I decided to try it. A sip and a burn And my lips went numb. That's what it felt like to kiss you. A gulp, or two Or three Or seven, (who's counting?) later I got a head rush and that's what it felt like to kiss you; The burn and the numbness. The release of realizing You were far more intoxicating.

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