"druken" poems
I have decided I am mad at you.
And it does not even matter.
I do not even care.
Your words have repulsed me like raw onions.
No take backs.
Druken fools.
Druken tools.
Which ones are we?
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
i wonder how your disco ball girl would feel about a night like this
all my friends say we aren't in the same scene and i am embarrassed to be seen with you but i love the way you button your shirt and the way you are when your stomach hurts
my feelings are raw meat and hard to chew and i drink a bottle of wine in case i'm left alone with you
ten typos later and i have tears in my tights and stains on my lips
melancholia is a mediocre movie and the truest feeling i can muster
i let a boy in through the back door and forget he was ever there aside from the fact that there is long hair clogging my shower drain and the shower in your parent's house is the smallest space i've ever been in
my friends feel violated by the whistle of a teakettle and i spent the evenings of a man speaking gibberish on top of a washing machine
he was wearing a three piece suit with a piece of wheat in the breast pocket and either he was walt whitman or the end of the summer
what have i got to lose
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
I ******* love you and I wish I didnt
you only hurt me and I pretend not to see it
not to feel it
but it's the only thing I think of when I see you
you lie to me every time we have our druken nights
telling me you love me
if you love me why hurt me the way you do
are you afraid of commitment
are you really just using me
Why are you spending time with her more than you do with me
please don't leave me
i need you more than I want you
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
I stay in my bedroom.
It's the four of us, sometimes more of us but we stay in my bedroom.
We're laughing, drinking, off note but we're singing.
We're sking, not off slopes but coke has us being,
Naked freely, give the word ****** a new meaning.
Conversations like constellations of naked energy connecting in the darkness.
******* poetry so ****** is the concept.
I'm not real, please don't take ****** out of context.
Druken words from your voice just sounds like love & birds I must confess
I lust for Conversations of naked souls, I lust for con-sex.
I lust to remember these nights even more, but that's a long stretch.
Til next time, sincerely, a gone mess.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
I see stars while I wait for the lights to turn green.
Drunken thoughts are sober truths,
they say.
Old friends rekindled,
with a fifth of whiskey,
and an old man to look up to.
Am I honerable?
well I'm not sure.
I have morals.
but do I follow them?
Well I'm not sure.
Hey kid,
how are you now.,
that youve grown a bit more.
Seen some more ****
Can you walk in other shoes.
Now that youve seen through others eyes?
The sun will guide. Ya dont be scared.
You'll find your place.
in this crazy world.
ya dont worry now.
You'll find a bottle
Oh, you'll find your words,
Whats that you say?
Ya,
Imagine if you will.
One thousand, thousand birds,
Flying over head/
each other with a thought from your head.
And Imagine if you will,
You gatta look up,
Pick a bird, so you can say a thought,
But you get a feather, half a word,
it doesnt make sense,
not to you,
No, not to who your talking to.
And
Kid im sorry,
thats the way it is,
for you at least,
Are you sure at least,
that others dont feel like this,
is it just you?
Are you sure,
yea
Son are you sure?
Well i'm seeing stars
waiting for lights to turn green,
I'll find that bottle
so I can chase my dreams.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Time crawls
Alcohol flows
What a petty waste
Of shyness
Nothing of nothing
Dreams lost
Bitter sweet
Souls crushed
Under oceans deep
Nothing of nothing
Conversations never spoken
Love without its token
Was she beautiful
Under druken gaze
Or was it nothing of
Nothing
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
I'm a drunken slur
Our 9 months a blur
What's real and what's fake
I'll just love the reflection looking in the lake
I guess we'll just say it was fate
It definitely wasn't heaven there was no gate
I'm at a loss for words as of now
And I just wonder how
If I'll ever see you an human again
I get frustrated and in pain
When I hear your name
You're just lonely and lame
Afraid to face life and its choices
You're listening to the wrong voices
I've lost faith my dear
It's you I hate and now fear
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
I miss the sound of crunching leaves, victim to our druken teen feet.
My soul aches for the way you used to look at me.
I miss the way you'd line up with the trees, smile at me and breathe in disease.
Almost as beautiful as the smoke in your lungs. I miss a lot of things, but I'll never miss what we've become.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC