#tequila
Wound that you carved into my lower lip
Burns as I lick the salt from the back of your hand
I take the bottle you wouldn't let go
Never thought I would be jealous of such a plastic
I feel the tequila burning down from my throat
I feel the saltwater running down my cheeks
Your I love you's crash to the shore of my soul
I still feel dizzy
Though my lip doesn't sting anymore
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
the
difference
between
tequila sunrise
and
tequila before sunrise
is
a
broken
heart
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
The taste of slow tequila, sharp and sour
That vinegar-acidic, honey-bitter
Brush of fingers, always marking our
Time together. Now, you say you fit her
Much better than a blanket, warm and lilac,
You call and say, “I think you have my blender
Still at your place.” I never said goodbye back
When you first left. Sometimes I just pretend her
Bed is empty. There’s nights I’ll cry, then bury
My head inside your pillow and your vinyl.
Don’t worry, I’m still laughing at When Harry
Met Sally and at kittens and that final
Time I saw you dance to Beatles’ Getting Better
While I was making breakfast in your sweater.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
Floating through the night,
Blooming in the sky.
All clouds are the bars, you're tequila
Wanna see the stars with me?
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 5:32 AM UTC
I see you
Skating away
Skirt chaser
Alcohol induced love
Drug hazed fiend
Double shot
No salt
No lime
Straight alcohol to burn away
Your thoughts, condolences, intimidating sneers
Burns away your resolve, yourself
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
while warring on the side of peace I fell to laughing like the medicine of legend and
i found I came here in the nineties and I remind myself
if its truth is yours, y' know
otherwise, we survive.
we live in joy in every generation,
the patient perfect answer
to
Generated
Adversarial
Networks
old school rule surely the net is spread
in vain in the sight
of any bird
ah fantasy how do you form the knots
that bind reality
to
not me? A quest? same as a question,
all over seen by the serpent
standing ***** facing west,
on the point of ever
questing
testing
at this point. You passed. Look for survivors. Ask for nothing.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
Into life I emerged my fathers queen of his forest lands with his death suffered my Purepecha Tarazcan Mestizo gene mold
and my massive character
developed seared with scars;
first grand loss my father my land
Foe pierced my Teen
Mestizo cactus pear
by deceptive method
his ugly bitter tequila mix
second loss badboy with
a twist virgins his compulssion
the wise universe quickly RANSOMED my pain!
in Texan country songs and mariachi night parrandas
wedding promises galore
in Irish cream PA-dreams
entwined disavowed
drowned all this magic.
along came refuge an evil poisoning uzo on his dunkey
slandering Grecian mythology teaching his many medeas
executing premeditated cruel early death wasn't what I had in mind for restitution
leaping from foe to another one worse and still I loved life repaying evil for my good
malicious slandering experts
stealing envious jealousy torturing my baby girls new born making pieces of me giving birth!
all this and more remained impune being dead calm in shock
All I ever saught in life was to love be loved cherished adored by one special human regadless of name nationality creed or social status and guess what!?
I found all the BEST all treasures all bank amidts all this saga.
Yes I was too battered to seize opportunity too rejected to say
" I love you- I am sorry,
I'll marry you." my beast!
twice husbands didn't call me wife first time I married only the ring I bought with my savings, tears and scars no husbands were they but foe covert enemy ****** sadist poisoner Greek
chicken **** Hen. in CA fed on cocain agendas sold my baby girl coco to his infertile ex hell nurse bailing him out cocain dues possing as Mother to my child invented a birth certificate 1983 then tried to ****** me each time I went to E R. smothering me during minor urgery 2009 in honor a covert life insurance criminals with a twist
many times they tried many times they failed I have more lives then a cat.
The Greek human trafficant
blackmailed by his medeas
for his ongoing crimes sadomised my baby girls I give this Greek geek ten traits of narcicistic personality more in his grave "haralobo"his kiriakis and many mistress
I escaped him inhell greece
I emerged seared with scars.
a fierce protective Mother
now a grandmother stern
but ever understanding
ever loving
I am not ranting
nor lamenting!
I survived where many other battered women died
seared with scars
I write.
O how many women do!
O how many Moms don't
survive covert enemies
with a twist.
~~~~~~~
By: Karjinbba
All rights reserved.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
tequila
sliding down
quick, hot
and its taste
lingering in
the insides of my
mouth now
dancing inside
my body
and running
in my blood
like a marathon
racing to
the finish
only to get
me feeling
weak in the knees
tingling
and my mind was
once full of
stressed thoughts
creating
unnecessary pain
is now emptied
into the sound of
good laughs
and clanking glasses
whilst
drowning in the
music,
my body
swaying
in its rhythm
and my heart
sings where
people can hear it.
Did you hear it?
when I asked you
to dance?
when I grabbed you
by the hand
going with every
beat of the music?
when we smiled at
each other,
locked eyes
and I told you
what a great time
this was?
did you feel it?
did you feel
the way
I did?
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
Then with a lucky swipe right on a long, tequila filled night.
The next chapter of my journey began.
You found me as I was trying to find myself.
You saw I found my way out of my own personal hell.
You weren’t part of the plan.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
You make my head spin
fluidly
like dancing tequila
A splash of
sea foam green
and minty tea
I could swim in your words
and never drown
because you always kept us afloat
Your ship was unsinkable
and it was stronger
than any other
Your mind has traveled farther than most
The experience you collected throughout the years
you were an epic tale in my eyes
A woven book
of summer kissed skin
It was something more than infatuation
and I craved to taste it
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
You knew what perfection tasted like
as if you’ve molded limbs in a soulful dance
or bathed in each other’s voices in song
You knew what iniquity smelled like
the sickening sweet scent
from whenever your finger bones ran
graciously along her hair like the waves rushed to meet the shore
And through either you created me:
a strong bitter abyss that looks too much like heaven
drowned deep into the naked ***** of the eye
If you had not laid your flesh like a crown around my throne,
their tongues would not have craved for even a single crystal of you
you who slips carelessly pretty upon the seas
Our amalgamation was never meant to be candid
no melange with our imprints meant to stand the kisses of the sea
our collisions orchestrate an ecstacy, one that morphs with my solitude.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
I want to run away
To Mexico
Or Cuba
And sit in bars
And drink myself to death
While telling stories about you
To anyone who will listen
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Tequila kisses & ***** thoughts,
Hungover love shines through tired eyelids of mine
Drink, drank, drunk, on liquor, on each other.
Punch drunk love, is not real love.
I know you're my hangover love.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
yes, there was tequila, and
yes, the alcohol in my blood is
singing, but
I'm drunk on this weather;
the coolness making
your hands on my skin
that much warmer
the way your
eyes hold mine
as we learn each other
the joy that blooms
in the spot between my eyes
at the touch of your lips
the sound of your laugh
thrumming through
my ribcage,
we lean on each other
giggling because we
couldn't possibly do otherwise
the taste of you
in the morning
the way you call me
beautiful
and mean it
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
i am nothing if
not just my mistakes,
with bones.
i will wear a cheap suit
to your dinner party
and hit on your wife
by accident.
sorry.
im just so tired of pretending
id rather just be.
Confident
Sad.
Arrogant.
Alone.
when you are those things
you just are.
and when you want to be
youre just toxic.
i am green.
with poison and absence
of anything someone would call
normal life experience.
i cant tell *** from tequila
but i will drink them both
if offered.
i thought i found
heaven on the queensway,
it was really just a cable boy,
who wants to make music.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
You are Tequila shots
In perfect desperado
Your days heavy and long
Your nights, sudden aislado.
I am wine glasses
In bittersweet nocturno
My days short
My nights, eternal inferno.
We always swallowed those notes
Like fire down our throats.
-- Eleanor
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Midsummer air, without a care
Dressed up to dance all night.
Strangers abound and one with a frown
That I longed to turn upright
"Let's dance and play pool, I'll look like a fool
But right now I really don't care"
He laughed and grinned, a true cardinal sin
And popped his fedora atop my hair.
After awhile, having seen his smile,
I began to really drink.
After not very long I was well and truly gone
And ran upstairs to the sink
Said to him hey, let's not call it a day
I've some tequila upstairs, I think.
After rummaging round, I tumbled down
The stairs and round the corner.
He took one sip, and upon his lip
Lay a smirk, "this is really great water"
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
The salt envies my lips,
jealous of your tongue
when it wants more
longing for yours
craving slow soft moist caress
It melts in the sharedness,
sparkles in our breath,
a crystalline melt of desire
stretching the flavor in timelessness
fusing in sweet a figure of eight
of our tongues’ thirst
It speaks our secret language
teaching new grammar;
it weaves our thoughts in scarves
spilling cool ambrosia,
warm in our veins
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
“be safe,
get some rest,
text me when you get home.”
i used to love a boy
who never lived to be a man.
i was fourteen years old,
in a psychiatric hospital
after swallowing so many
of my mother's pills
that i couldn't remember
her name.
he told me i'd been crying
and rocking back and forth
for two days.
i told him i was cold.
he gave me his sweater.
“be safe,
get some rest,
text me when you get home.”
things i say so often
they have become more incantation
than conversation,
a protective spell rubbed
river-rock smooth
by worried hands.
i say,
“you look cold, take my jacket.”
i say,
“have you eaten today?”
i say,
“here, drink some water.”
i do not say what i am thinking,
which is,
“baby,
the sharks are circling again,
where is the blood
coming from this time?”
because when i said,
“i love you, stop dying,”
he said,
“go home.”
i said,
“i already am,”
so he killed a fifth of tequila,
cut us both with the bottle,
and passed out in the bathtub.
so when i see the dark fingers
that tug at your bones,
i will not ask you any questions
i don't think you can answer.
tonight,
we will only talk about things
we have words for,
and if that means
all we talk about
is stars,
then i will spend
a lifetime of tuesday nights
talking to you about stars.
and if staying alive means
going away,
then i will buy you a bus ticket
and tell you to never look back.
dragons were not meant to live
pinned under glass and i would
never ask you to be
anything else
to fit comfortably.
and the last day i see you,
i will not say goodbye.
i will not tell you i'm afraid,
i will tell you i love you,
crank up the stereo,
punk rock screaming
at a purple sky,
and i will drive you home
one last time.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
It doesn't burn my throat fast enough. It doesn't rebel against the other acids in the pit of my stomach. It doesn't make me want to clench my jaw and inhale profoundly. It leaves me alleviated. Leaves me in a trance. It's quite strange. Your absence affects me more than your presence. I'm always looking for answers that don't require to be answered. Yet here I am. With a triple distilled bottle of Tequila in one hand, and a flimsy phone in the other. I know you're not the type to ask who made me like this, but rather ridicule me for my abusive behavior. For the tactics and niche I picked up making me yet, so defensive . I'm unlearning it due to inheritance. I know you're not the type to care what traumas you tend to trigger, but I am the type to figure out what wounds are still fresh and what scars still remains. But who's to say I can differentiate, using it tactically or using it sadistically. I'm so attracted to what's so broken, and it hurts to look in the mirror because I reflect such brokenness. I leave my hand and foot prints on your sand and run away like I never moaned or whispered the sweetest lies.
Wrote to myself awhile ago: They're going to ridicule you, for how you love. I like that about me, I no longer hide anything.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
Merry Christmas
- says the tequila gold
as I lay alone under my duvet
But the alcohol is warming my veins
as a family
would warm a room
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
So I’m not your cup of tea?
I know, I know
I’m loud
I’m abrasive
I’m bold
I’m not ladylike
I’m too political
I’m too modern of a woman
I’m not maternal
I’m overly comfortable with sexuality
I make jokes like a man
I swear like a sailor
I don’t dab the grease off my pizza
I drink liquor from the bottle
I got some mouth on me, the audacity
I don’t filter my words
I fight when I’m right, or wrong
I push buttons and boundaries
I’m nothing short of a firecracker
So I’m not your cup of tea?
That’s okay
I’d much rather be someone’s shot of tequila, straight, no chaser
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC