#partying
down to my last dollar for the weekend;
chances of falling in love in a club – I can’t pay for
those feelings. crying thoughts about what it means
to be in love, with delicate watercolours. paint me as
a feeling, as pruning a rose falling piece by piece into
that pit of love
for love is so deep when it first trips you off
your feet, the sounds of it sound slow and easy in my ear –
but like club music, the dj plays a slow song, then suddenly
blares the mood with music to bleed out my ear drums
am I… bleeding out this love, coming up
with a gift of sweet nothings in chocolate box?
love is all sparks, but any spark can be made\\\
but that real fire in your heart, comes finding
your right match.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
It's a party where all the guests are young and wild
The night is still young
Drink until your problems drown the pressure of the alcohol level
The night is still young
Make it a night to remember dance until you you feet spark flame from your deepest desires that are boiling up inside your chest
Let's have a hell of a night even if the fire might be too much there can never be too much alcohol
Thoughts that have the tendency to make you question yourself should go for a swim
Take another pill cause it's all the healing you need for tonight
Stay awake cause a wishing star is passing by to promise you that can always get better
It's your life , you don't owe it to no one
Take a pull to pull yourself out of the worries
Get high
We can lend you wings to reach for the heavens
Take a sit for you are gods and goddesses
You don't need when you go
Why leave when you still got moves for the crowd
You can be a freak
It's a party so get wasted till you drop
Curfews are for the chosen few
The bottle and drugs will solve your problems
That extra puah to get you started
They'll never understand you
You don't need to know why your here just know your not lost
There's nothing we don't have here
Your favourite posion is at the table
Razer's are available open up we won't judge
Make mistakes until you gain experience not scars cause you fell to many times
Take the weight 9ff and rest
Your tired , drained and put your feet up
The sun is always shining cause it's a cold world outside
The outburst of kIds are evident from the popped balloons
So just put on your mask so no one can know the real you
.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC
She's in parties
& knees-up
She's half-seas over
& in the king's cup
She's in missionary
She's in backwards
She's on backseats
& dashboards
She's in fast lanes
& intersections
She's in full throttle
& Hail Marys
She's in obituaries
& cemeteries
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
More than a bargain, it cost me more
But now my brains scattered on tour
Of every moment and place I hit the floor
No catharsis every stops been a chore
But I'm still looking to travel some more
Tonight my face hits the floor once again
I'm traveling through life on a tour
Feels like my body is the bus for my brain
I'm looking out the window as life happens to me
Sight-see mountains high and valleys low
Where the crows fly is where I'll be
The journey is slow and even though its all I know
A empty spot resides of another way to go
So another way is where I'll go
Till I crash and my body's all over the floor
And I 'll get up and look for more
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch
After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er ... Percival Queemly.)
“Expel me! Expel me!”—She flashes her eyes.
“Oh! Please! No! I couldn’t! That wouldn’t be wise,
for a great banished Shelley would tarnish my name ...
Eek! My game will be lame if I can’t milque your fame!”
“Continue to live here—carouse as you please!”
the beleaguered don sighs as he sags to his knees.
Millay grinds her crotch half an inch from his nose:
“I can live in your hellhole, strange man, I suppose ...
but the price is your firstborn, whom I’ll sacrifice to Moloch.”
(Which explains what became of pale Percy’s son, Enoch.)
Originally published by Lucid Rhythms. This poem is based on an account of Edna St. Vincent Millay being confronted by a male Vassar authority about her rogue behavior. However, there is a some poetic license involved, for the sake of humor. It was actually Vassar President Henry Noble MacCracken who mentioned Shelley. Here is his account in a response to a question about Millay cutting classes: "She cut everything. I once called her in and told her, 'I want you to know that you couldn't break any rule that would make me vote for your expulsion. I don't want to have any dead Shelleys on my doorstep, and I don't care what you do.' She went to the window and looked out and she said, 'Well on those terms I think I can continue to live in this hellhole.'" The stuff about Enoch and Moloch is, of course, pure fabrication on my part.
Keywords/Tags: Millay, dead, Shelley, Vassar, dorm, hellhole, drinking, partying, *** cutting classes
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
The Women's Temperance League
tried to abolish themselves
but like always they failed
so they learned instead
to crash neighborhood parties
with the grace of gazelles on Ritalin
now they have colorful plastic
bowls and cups
with fancy closing tops
matching barcode tattoos
on their wrists
that say "priceless"
and some assurance
that their vulvas
are "normal"
after gazing at them
with compact mirror in one hand
shot of ***** in the other
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
neon lights and drunken nights,
skimpy tights and unholy delights.
anything to make the pain disappear,
go ahead and down another beer.
hennessy to forget but somehow always remember,
that fateful night in september.
blaring music and tight spaces,
i'd doubt i'm still in your mom's good graces.
euphoria fills my head,
helping me forget a love now dead,
finding your next replacement,
thinking how to tell them about my lack of commitment.
finally, stumbling home,
letting strangers roam.
alas, the night has come to an end,
wake, rinse and repeat again.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
sitting there, looking pretty
i can't help but wonder
starting to feel a little witty
hope i don't make a blunder
eyes lock, and you beckon me closer
and of course
hope you don't think i'm a loser
in your delirium, giving me the source
fingers touch, electricity courses through my veins
my eyes go wider
as i look down and confusion pertains
who the **** gets drunk on apple cider?
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
They keep asking us where we were
last night and we
Could tell the truth
but where's the fun in that?
The world wants answers and we've only
got big dreams and
empty stomachs.
So what do you want to be when you grow up?
Your smile is all teeth.
Someone.
Getting high,
Getting loved,
Getting glamorous on
thrift shop discounts.
Getting plastered.
You'll write your confessions
in the fog on windows,
and worship
deaf gods.
With quicksilver tongues and
eyes like mercury,
We can't wind
the years back
but
we sure as hell can try.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC
i did lines
not just of poetry
it’s the thing that binds
me to myself
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
“recovery”
is too romanticized,
it’s not taking a bite,
or skipping a smoke,
it’s relapse and tears,
runs for weeks or running for weeks,
thoughts constantly stirring,
never fully recovered,
never really alone,
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
I don't keep doing this in hopes i die,
I'm just trying to find a way to survive,
I like the partying and the drugs,
But with you around i might just wear earplugs.
I'm killing my body is what you keep saying,
You say that like i'm just playing,
Everyone knows i'm not living long,
We’ve known i'm not that strong.
So let me do my thing,
Its not like i' m looking for a ring,
I don't need you,
So throw away your tissue.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
Take me back to the night
When we became one
With the streets
And the city lights
We flew through the air
Forgetting the sorrows
That this would be over by tomorrow
For we got lost in the moment
But we didn’t want to find our way back
For being lost in that moment
Was the best feeling I’ve ever had
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
Young and famous
Yeah! We’re young and we are famous!
We’ve got money and we can love and laugh.
Yeah! We’re young and famous!
Everyone knows us and they all want our autograph.
Yeah! We’re young and we are famous!
We are super stars who hang out in the famous bars.
Yeah! We’re young and we are famous!
We are on the T.V. and we drive fast cars.
They all want us and they all want to be us.
We have so many friends and an endless amount of love.
Happy every day and no day is ever the same;
You wish you could have my life but I would never throw this away.
I guess it beats working for a living.
All my life on screen and we are winning!
Fame and fortune; surrounded by angels and stars.
We used to see celebrities on the magazines, now that is what we are.
We’re touring the States and every other place;
We are globetrotters; we are young and we are famous!
They all know my name
And they all want my fame.
My face is everywhere; I have a stylist for my hair
And a fashion designer gives me clothes for free to wear.
We will live forever! Under the spotlight.
We party hard from morning, straight through to the end of the night.
Yeah, we have made it and we’re getting paid to say things;
We love our lives and this dream will never end…
We are able to buy everything.
Who needs a normal job?
I’ve got the best one.
I’m young and I am famous!
I’m a movie star, a T.V. star, a rock ‘n’ roll star
And I am having so much fun!
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
I think we stayed at every good hotel in the West.
Big suites
Hot tubs
Room service
We were really living the good life.
Nothing like a little drug money to help you indulge in
the finer things.
"Easy come Easy go"
Only people who have never sold drugs can say that.
Easy.......Yeah, Right.
Dealing with whackos
Getting robbed at gunpoint
Driving across the country with enough weight to get you
Life in Prison.
Stressful. Very stressful.
So we'd stay in Fancy Resorts.
Knowing one day it would all end
May as well enjoy it while you can
Because eventually you get caught
And if you make it out alive, all you have are the memories.
Like that time we were staying at the Royal Palms
Next to the former President's family.
Getting up from the pool, smoking crystal behind the cactus
While the former first lady swam laps.
She still looked pretty good in a bathing suit.
Old gal.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
I remember.
Walking with you on West End Avenue.
Laughing and Laughing.
We used to go into the drug stores and try different eye creams Attempting to conceal the fatigue that comes from staying up
for days on end.
Partying
Man, did we party.
And I remember.
The different creatures we would run into
along the way.
Creatures of the night.
Mostly emotionally disturbed characters.
Running from life or running from themselves.
Some real crazies.
You remained my good friend.
A reliable person. Something rare in life.
We would talk about the mistakes we made
and the good choices as well.
Careful never to beat ourselves up too badly.
Because sometimes, it’s hard to make the right choices.
And it’s better to laugh when you mess up.
It’s better to laugh if you can.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
two lives
two moralities
two vices i can’t give up
two bottles
two pound entry
two am and i’m stumbling home
two bodies
two moans
two people trying to feel alive
too broken
too chaotic
too hard to make this choice
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
Demons of change taunted me
If I don’t do what I always did;
Fear of being strange haunted me.
What punishment for what I hid?
Maybe things will be a bit better
And settle down a bit after while
But life doesn’t seem to work well
Like when I could wink and smile.
My looks used to get me a ways,
Where mornings could turn into nights
I could have fun and party for days
And everything seemed fun and right.
I started out drinking and using
To overcome all my social fears.
It was just for weekends, partying,
But then it turned into many years.
I bought the drinks and the grass
And suddenly I was a welcome guy.
Later I too publicly fell on my ***
And nobody even asked me why.
But I caught myself holding ****
And ***** and keeping quiet
So nobody would come knocking
To party hearty and to try it.
And then one day, demons came
And heartlessly showed the truth;
They showed me myself by name,
I was no longer a pretty youth.
Only those as bad as I had become
Could stand to spend time with me.
I came to and realized I was numb
That my life had turned into tragedy.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Another year has left and gone,
Fear has now consumed my soul,
Unable to take back all the foregone.
They promised me my life wasn't a pawn,
But I don't think I can keep leading myself on.
I try not to worrying over all the issues and unknowns.
As the clock turns twelve, my heart skips a beat,
Fear is clenching it; trying to bring it into a waltz.
My thoughts screaming out to me,
'Don't allow it to sweep you away!'
As everyone is consumed with joy, making new years resolutions;
I am consumed by anxiety, paranoia sweeping me off my feet,
Singing to me all the things to panic about.
As everyone shall party, and stay awake,
I shall go to bed, trying to sleep and keep all the thoughts at bay.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
Am I the,
Artistic type?
The one who sees the world through a different lens
who turns sounds into colors
and sites in to Smells
into feeling
and two children running are not children running
they’re Happiness
Joy
their giggles turn into Yellow and Pastel Pink
turn to Sunshine
turn to Waking
turn to Serenity
Relaxing on the beach
where you can hear the baby blue and white waves
and see the soft calming sand slipping through your fingers and toes
turning to…
Maybe-- I am the,
Partying type.
Ragers
Dance Grinding
music Pounding
the same beat of our heads
of our bodies
flashing lights
the dark and the heat
Wild
Drinking Screaming
loving one another with our bodies
not caring who it is
because
our bodies don't care
if we are in sync
what is the difference
the same…
What if I'm the,
Frantic type?
the Busy type
Scrambling, Rushing
time is something I don't have Time for
running is my Past
if only I had Passed Time
noise flies by
not looking anywhere but straight
car horns, buildings, wind blowing
the sound of friction across my own skin and the skin of those like me.
that is my Familiarity
Air I do not Breathe
it flows through me.
it hits me and I consume it
I do not Break for it
I cannot Break for it
I…
How about,
the Silent One?
nose in a book,
hearing the voices in the background.
looking up occasionally, to see the others.
see their confusion.
their Hindsight is my Foresight,
I understand what will happen before it does.
because,
I've seen it before,
I can look ahead,
see the outcome,
slow down the world like it's a video in an editing software that I can stop.
Slow down.
Rewind.
Rewatch.
that I can…
Perhaps,
I am all of them.
Perhaps,
it doesn't matter.
I can turn the sounds rushing by me hitting my skin into color
I can separate time into partying and people watching
Both are possible.
life doesn't have to pass in one form,
it can be Technicolor
and Beautiful at the same time.
sound can pass into colors
and life can either Fly
or Pause-- and drag on.
Either way, it's okay--
because it's me.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
i don't want to feel anything ever again
-d.k.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
It’s Saturday night at the neighborhood bar
And I know that’s where my good friends are
So I plan to be there to party all night.
I hope we have fun and there are no fights.
But somebody’s bound to shoot of their mouth
So my mellow party plans might just go south.
That’s often how it goes with drunk boys and girls,
But I wouldn’t miss a minute for all the world.
Knee-walking ********* That’s what I’ll be.
That’s how we do weekends in our society.
We’ll play chugalug games and drain our cup
And by the end of the evening throw it all up.
Knee-walking ********* slapping some backs
Probably end up in some total stranger’s sack!
Of the Hammered Hell Club, I’m a member.
The meetings run from December to December.
I like this place where everyone knows my name.
Where everyone has their own self to blame.
We’re all full grown, and nobody here’s a kid.
We each take responsibility for whatever we did.
We’re true believers in a bit of cutting loose.
So what if it means we end up puking in our shoes?
Knee-walking ********* That’s what I’ll be.
That’s how we do weekends in our society.
We’ll play chugalug games and drain our cup
And by the end of the evening throw it all up.
Knee-walking ********* slapping some backs
Probably end up in some total stranger’s sack!
Of the Hammered Hell Club, I’m a member.
The meetings run from December to December.
Some friends I know say I’m not too bright
To go out, and stay out drinking at night
But they don’t have the problems like me.
But it contributes to my state of sanity
To get a little crazy, and **** a few brain cells
And hang out with my peers I know **** well!
Right now I have no time for any deep sorrow.
Party tonight, leave the worry ’til tomorrow.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC