"ciroc" poems
At the party,
I saw faces
painted passionately
In smiles and laughter;
Eyes sparkling
like Crystal
In every hue of inebriation;
Hands clapping
Extended waves
Of cheerful celebration;
Lips smearing
lavish layers of
Love on captive ears;
Friends toasting
The Life
With Ciroc, Moët and beer;
Hollywood wannabes rocking
Bootlegged Ray-bans
In the dark;
Buzzed ex-lovers
waging battles
Of the heart;
15's smashed
into 10's,
Flashing rolls of flesh;
Uncle Johnny
in his Walkin' glory
Stumbling way past 'when';
'83 Hustlers
in furs and fedoras
Feasting on free treats;
Soul Train rejects
moon-stalking
On two left feet;
iPhones and Samsungs
Making memories
For the curious web;
PotHeads
in the smoky loo
Getting bloodshot red;
At the party,
The living colors
of life
Piqued my creative core...
And
I saw
poetry
in motion...
~ P
(#AtTheParty)
3/3/2014
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur,
Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for,
Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor,
Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more,
Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store,
Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for?
Jesus blood stains up on the sheets,
No Zzz's when I sleep,
All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks,
So I'm up in that Anonymous,
Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus,
Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us"
I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz?
My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up,
Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah,
Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper,
Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker!
Hand on the Bud Light,
Fuckin' with my love life,
Sippin' on the suds like,
Toast to the tough life!
This phenix burns,
Born in thorns with alcoholic horns,
Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle,
Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow,
What do I do? Toss it or swallow,
Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow,
Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions,
Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction,
Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions,
Binge drinkin' means no intermissions,
So welcome my beloved inebriation,
Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation,
Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation,
Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation,
If I drink too much I'ma keep it up,
Pinky finger up,
Worried my liver's not weak enough,
Speech slurred so I won't speak to much,
But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff,
Opps I made a mistake,
Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date,
Gotta live with the consequences that I hate,
Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate.
Seems like I'll never get them back,
Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap,
So this is a toast to all the alcoholics,
Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic,
Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic,
And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic,
****
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Aaron Evans - Magic
I love you, I really do
Alex Forte - ****
**** you
Alex S - *****
I hate what you made me become
Andrew T -Beer
Do good in Rehab, dear
Austin Kearns - Lake Water
really?
Garrett A - Pretzels
Burn in Hell
Garrett F - Soy Sauce
I'm so sorry
Hunter G - Cigarettes
You still turn me on
Jason H - Bubblegum
I kissed you out of pity
Jeff C - Water
I'd still Hate **** you
JJ S - Ciroc
What a regret
John Bradshaw - Football
How is Pennsylvania?
Johnny Bozeman II - Marlboro Reds
I just really ******* miss you
John Butler - Coffee
Don't ever touch me again
John G - Sugar
I'm sorry I ruined it
Julian R - Cherry Popsicles
Thank you for freeing me
Justin B - Cheap Wine
*******
Justin Haupt - Mint
I really enjoyed all the free *******
Katie Moorman - Red Lipstick
IloveyouImissyouI'msorry
Kyrstin Bruce - Grey Goose
I don't like kissing you
Mario Luppachino - Pool Water
I would've ****** you in my car that night
Michael H - Hash Brownies
Stay Away
Ryan T - Want
Kissing you made me *** in a school hallway
Rusty H - Need
I still wonder what became of you
Sam R - Mistakes
Heard you're a father now, congrats
Sean Ellis - Berry Hookah
sigh
Steven Spence - Gasoline
I'm a **** person and so are you
Taylor Vaughn - Sunset
Go back to your baby mama
Tim Hoback - Hangover at 7 am
You made me breakfast and gave me your pants
Trevor W - Candy
Time is a funny thing, huh?
Tyler Farris - Missed Connections
If I was a little prettier could I have been your baby?
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
I swear I need the pulpit
Cuz life is kinda through with
And the ones that I'm not cool with
Is the ****** I went to school with
Yet I'm clueless
How is it that the ****** I grew up with
Is the ****** that stay tryna be up on that **** **** ?
But trust this
**** ****** can't never fit inside my crew
Cuz squares don't fit in circles, I learned that around the age of 2
And also that you never play around the ones who playing you
So play at school is something that I never found the time to do
A conscious dude, I am one
Life on earth, it ain't fun
I often contemplate of ending it with grandad's hand gun
But god's son, I am him
And suicide just hands in
My soul to the devils home so I just roam until my life ends
But til then, I'm chilling, stacking millions to the perfect height.
With all these shots of liquor, I black out to all these perfect nights.
I can't remember nothing but this Bombay got me feeling right
And thanks to this ciroc I feel great up on some higher life
My sorrows of tomorrow disappear through this bottle
But once I wake up from passing out its full throttle
Cuz life ain't slowing down cuz I got a couple problems
But problems cant stop the kid, nah they never stop em
Plus stopping ain't a option when you living life with no regrets
No fears of dying cuz I'm patiently awaiting death
So these risks I take our nothing, their just needed for this epic quest
That I'm taking right now to show the world that I'm the very best.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
He loves me when he loves me
He convinces me
I’m the kind who serves up suicide with every Ciroc poured
in the neon blue of this town
where dreams turn cold but where,
He says,
I,
I am as hot as the blue light flame
He opens the Pandora’s curiosity in me
With warm breath and a silent scream
he makes me say his name
I know there’s fiction in the space between us
covered in polyurethane that some would consider toxic
but where I,
I rub my flesh into the smooth and dip fingers into my inkwell
He makes me an artist
He has a way
Hurt me a little
Make me cry
Rubbing this little pendulum of mine
I want to know I knew you even before I knew you
Savor you like an oyster
Memorize you
Hold you under my tongue
Learn you by heart so when you leave
I can go to the inkwell, again
Orlando
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
Reconciliation shots,
Grey Goose and Ciroc,
pouring one by one in chipped glasses
on your microwave with the door locked.
Shabba remix on the stereo,
your cotton boxers and my lace underwear
contrasting in the ****** overhead light.
I pursed my lips after the first,
you slapped my *** and said
*Don't be a ***** Take it!*
without a chaser and without
hesitation you once again
pushed me fearlessly into fate
like all the times before,
when I'd wake up from a graphic nightmare
with resonating touch and hallucinations
from an LSD-like perspective
and you'd hold my head into the crescent
of your neck and tickle my spine
like an instrument
just long enough to calm me into sleep again.
Or when I didn't want to go to that party,
or I was afraid to give that presentation
or I lost all ambition due to past lost confidence.
You kicked the back of my knees so I'd fall
straight into uncertainty,
but that doesn't mean my fragility
has been numbed by your persona.
You're standing in your dress clothes,
but I'm the one fixing your tie.
You get an A+ on the paper,
but I'm the one telling you what to write.
You're the one upset,
but I'm the one who ends up hurt.
So we take our clothes off and apologize
for being whatever we were that day
with reconciliation shots,
cheap Grey Goose and ****** Ciroc.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
I had s nightmare
That I changed the
It helped every generation
Boys and girls
I had a dream
That everything was the same
It didn't really change any perspective anyway
I had a nightmare
That we were standing right screaming Revolution resolution and restitution
I had a dream that I lived in America twin condo and ciroc with a girl named Eric
I had a nightmare
Everyone was happy
We all would fight
For the world and what happened
I had a dream that I was a black activist
Dying for the truth and my truth only is what mattered then
I had a nightmare that I spared the differences of unity and freedom and how equality isn't fair because we are equally different from where we're from
I woke up
Frustrated
Upset
Joyous
Happy
Contant
Realized what I had
Past present future
And now I make decisions
Because I'm only getting older
And its all just controversy
Trying to hurt me
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
It looked like empty bottles strewn around my room and filling the dresser drawers... It looked like being kicked out of the best place I had ever lived, looking back, feeling the guilt in the pit of my stomach. It looked like the tears in your eyes... I saw shame in everyone's eyes like a reflection of my insides, torn up and beat to hell.
It sounded like the pain in your voice. It sounded like heart-wrenching sobs. It sounded like an 808 drum beating inside of my chest, far too fast. Like creaking sounds, and leaves crunching, the shuffle of the doorknob when I tried to break in. A car door opening, my fingers slipping in and out of bags... It sounded like desperation. Voices of reason I chose to ignore. My disease spoke louder.
It smelled like smoke and incense. It smelled like candles. It smelled like peach Ciroc. It smelled like cigars. It smelled like ramen noodles. It smelled like cigarettes. It smelled like puke and self-hate. It smelled like the scent of you on your t-shirt fading away.
It tasted like every bitter Xanax I shoved past my ******* teeth. It tasted like blood filling my mouth, and the ***** on the ground. Like ten thousand shots that were never enough for me to just put the ******* bottle down.
It felt like hands I never wanted to touch me. Like stomach pain, needle ****** full veins, and then numb, numb, numb. Felt like a broken heart and the bumps of the scars coating my skin. Felt like each punch and hit you ever laid on my head, my ribs, my legs... it felt like pain. It was pain... It was pain.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
at night people drown in drinks and shots
while some of us turn catharsis into art
guess i could take your tequila and spill it on a napkin
so i can name the masterpiece "love's been lost for too long"
agonizing chants in unison that some of the 'sober us' wouldn't understand
how "take your shirt off" can sometimes mean
"peel your skin back and show me your soul"
and the barman mixes rainbow drinks that color up the night for
'the lonely us'
and there are no lovers waiting home
just dusty cd's that have the magic power
to make our eyes water black teardrops and turn whiskey into
'holy water'
sometimes i wonder the possibility of
planting a coin in my backyard
and water it with ciroc thinking
"maybe i can grow love out of it"
i should be replaying voices of ghosts saying
'i love you and i will never let you go'
but all that comes along are chants
of drunken nights and people dialling numbers that never pick up
see, you only need nine numbers to swallow tears and get the courage to jump off from the thirteenth floor
or maybe you could write a story
in which all of us get our happy ending
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
I keep thinking "man that could've been me."
Too easy.
Cause the ones that claim to help be the ones that do you breezy...
Long live the lost souls.
May God guide you on your way up.
I pray you keep your eyes on me.
Keep me protected, keep them strays up.
Don't let em touch me...
I pray they don't target me,
Buying skittles and some tea.
But who knows?
& Though we try to move on.
You can only be but so strong.
I tried henny and she didn't work.
ciroc couldn't get me off.
I talked to jack he a cool dude.
The **** had me feeling like a **** fool;
That wasn't me.
Tried whatever to get my mind off.
How many times we had to say bye?
Most of my homies spending time in prison,
They other ones laying in the sky...
Long live the lost souls.
May God guide you on the way up.
I pray you keep your eyes on me.
Keep me strong and help me stay up.
Why you had to go?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
jumping to conclusions like a frog
drinking your delusions with ciroc
drowning down all the clinging thoughts
ribbons tightening, dreams frightening
swimming through the blinding fog
May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 6:28 PM UTC
*It was the three of us
In a booth
In the V.I.P.
Her ***** in my face
Your *** ferociously squeezing and sliding up and down my ****
And her touching and stroking my legs
I had such a fun time
I felt like I was in ****** heaven
As she kept riding my face with her *****
As you kept riding my **** with your ***
I couldn't help but moan into her *****
As you continued to pleasure my **** so intensely
While she continued to rub my body
I felt so much pleasure from all over
I was about to ***
Never felt pleasure quite like that
And on top of that I had a 5th of pineapple Ciroc
Oh the feels
Oh the ******* feels...*
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
***** mixed
with a full moon twist
dry and on the rocks
keeps my tongue tide
and close to your ear
while you sexily sip Ciroc
we talk about this and that
and all the slick ****
that comes before ***
and God
that dress
the cause of my distress
killing me ******* softly
Abetted by light friendly caress
bordering the edges of
polite chatter
that sparkle in your eye
highlights a devilish glint
you lean closer
and whisper in my ear
I'm not ******* you tonight
smoke signals I've mastered
so between the lines I see
*****
*****
*****
bartender
another drink
please!
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
During the party you said I look beautiful
That was the most amazing moment of my life
Your hazel brown eyes glaring down at my dark brown eyes
Gave me shivers all round my body.
Your smile… worth all that is in me said a lot about you
It made me believe that you were in love with me
And that you will never leave me
It was so warm and so gracious that all I could do was glare back
My heart for the first time ever felt at ease
It’s usually pounding real hard because of all the hurt and pain in my life
But you, you…
You made me not care about anything
You made me forget that I’m fatally ill and that my family is suffering
You gave me life again
Throughout the night you let me lay on your well-built chest and gazed upon the stars
You played with my hands and whispered to me that everything will be alright because I am safe with you
We spent the whole night together with cups of ciroc in our hands.
For the first time ever I felt so real and true.
The party after gave me hope that I’ll see you again
And yes I did see you
Only this time you were with another girl
You did all that you did with me with her but there was only one slight difference
The girl had a boyfriend and he came to fetch her
The boyfriend was my brother and my brother was twice the man you were
They looked good together but you both don’t deserve us
Yes I had a good time with you and I’m not mad at you
But you’re an idiot to think you can play me like that
Yes I’m hurt but I’ll live
You at least left me hope to live and I thank you for that.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
With the 4 locus you was looking for a Friend
With the ***** you was looking for a Man
With the Ciroc crap you are my Brother Man!
And now I had a Dream the scares everything I have in me dame!
I kinda messed up with your heart
I kinda messed up from the start
I kinda loved you in your dirt
And planted a seed that takes time to start.
Wishing you will never leave
Loving how the way you breath
Your laugh is a lot to me
I just pray and say Yes God I messed up, "God please don't take him away from me.."
Not for long
Not for short
I hope he wakes up
Before I take off
This house is amazing
These memories im chasing
I will never do this again
Only Just because I want you to know
I'm staying
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
I wish I was a rich kid
So I could date girls
And pick them up in fancy cars
Or diesel trucks
Trucks that I just drive in
And don't carry heavy loads with
I wish I was a rich kid
So I could impress girls with my beach house
On the vineyard
That I only use twice a year
On the Fourth of July
And once in August
I wish I was a rich kid
So I could buy myself some friends
And drink ciroc
Cause money isn't an issue
And we could take videos of us shotgunning beers
On my dads fancy yacht
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
Taking shots at the bar, tell my mind it's to far.
Waist ciroc on my shirt, I feel the end of my heart!
Bang!
Time flys with no wings, I'm full but haven't ate.
Can't feel my left hand, I can't even stand right.
Bang!
I bleed words that don't make sense
I don't know what I just said
I breath my last breath
Please take a shot for me because I'm up next.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC