"wiskey" poems
unknown number
in the middle
of the night,
asking for
a little treat,
with a wiskey
in hand,
lover's
calling,
it's your
decision
if you are
going to
answer or
not.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
Painful yet enjoyable
Leave me with a reminder that last night was not a dream and that you won't fade away like the thoughts I had of you.
Bite because **** if that's all there is to it then atleast there is one night that was enjoyable without the wiskey in your glass
On night that matters when you are sober / when I am there and I matter when you are sober
So yes bite ... Until WE are both content
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
and it's five am,
and i should be getting
ready do to something,
anything,
but no,
i decide to
sit on the cold,
white bathroom floor,
with a lit cigarette,
and an empty bottle
of wiskey next
to me,
while in the bedroom,
my lover sleeps peacefully
on the squeaky, messy bed,
and patiently awaits
fot my arrival
back in bed,
which will never come.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
She rides a badass Harley and she doesn't give a **** about what the neighbors are saying, because she lives her life not worrying about judgements of the image they say she's portraying
But then on the other hand…
She loves bubble baths and babies, flora and fauna, manicures, pedicures and dancing, she likes holding hands and soft gentle kisses and she thinks poetry is totally romancing
But then on the other, other hand…
I've seen her fire a 44 Magnum and i can tell you, her targets are rarely missed
And the way she shifts a standard transmission she says it's done with flick of the wrist
But then on the other, other, other hand...
She speaks very softly with a pretty little voice, and her whisper is enchanting and crisp, her favorite thing is to snuggle real close, and the ways of the philanthropist
But then on the other, other, other, other hand...
She knows how to plow a field for growing, and shes shoveled her share of **** shes not afraid to dress a deep wound, or drink wiskey, or swear, or spit
She manages an office full of egos and divas, she hires and fires at will, and if your stupid you'll threaten her loved ones, shell definitely maime or ****
But…………..
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
life got sippin, life got me trippin, its goin down the drain slowly im (tippinX2 )off the wiskey bottle i got in my kitchen and im itchen for a cigarette and im on a ****** mission, im the ******* in the back, goin off the track, tryin to getta grip on myself but id rather relapse, maybe and handle to my face or maye half just so i can sit back relax and laugh, i find it funny when ya talkin game spittin ya flame, how you react when ya ***** getting ****** in the *** and im just livin life **** swag, **** around and come and get smacked, ill smash ya skull i know its brittle like some ************ glass, take another drink na im on fire ***** ill pass,and if think you hire ***** ill rash, and if you battle, il make skelatel system rattle, and im the shepard of this ***** and your just the cattle,
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Nearly 2 am and im up taking shots of wiskey using the sweet words you wispered into my ear as a chaser
I just realized that the stars spell out your name perfectly on my left arm
Thats when I threw my half empty bottle at this desk where ive spent so many drunken nights writing about you and I used a peice of the broken glass to scratch out the beautiful consolations.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Dragun lord warrior of dark blooded soils.
You lead the men to there transcended.
Eager to disslove there reasons.
Despite the bridge was being rased.
Silver tail horses were sent from under volcanos defending.
Musk rats and rabbits stealing corn and wiskey from the moon shiners tavern.
Drink quick, as the door pushed open promptly, who is the of anger and none manners.
It's is me Leo, from cave highs near bentley town.
The grim reaper and his souls repeat there old habits creating Hellish disasters.
Let's prepare the spell of bindment.
Recite with me fellows and say grim reaper hells refuge you have no version here.
Be gone with souls you stealthed and stole for they only where not death and void.
Your promise to give them your powers and fighting abblites.
From whence, the trees where harvested for there hides to make a new script and spell book for ivory tablets and shelves.
Men dressed of red suits medal belts and center a infusion coil sparks of purple source energy where emitting power.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
All this drinkin I am doing
Won't make your memory fade away
I've drowned myself in Kentucky Wiskey
My thoughts and feelings in disarray
This heart of mine has fell to pieces
A million shards laying on the ground
No doctor in this world could put it back together
So drinkin is the only hope for me in town
Every night I try to fall asleep cryin
But I'll just pass out again
I want to wake up with no lack of tryin
But I'll just come too again
I've played this game of love before
But your the one that I fell for
Now I'm drinkin with a broken heart
My friends say that I need to be careful
Cause I'm drinkin way to much
I'm head over heals *** over tin cups
Over you but clearly way out of touch
I have never drank like this before
But your the one that I fell for
Only wish that you could see
Now I'm drinkin with a broken heart
Every night I try to fall asleep cryin
But I'll just pass out again
I want to wake up with no lack of tryin
But I'll just come too again
I've played this game of love before
But your the one that I fell for
Now I'm drinkin with a broken heart
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
sometimes when I drink wiskey
i swear I can hear your court in the creases of my bed sheets
& i sleep on the floor.
i still catch myself running over things you've touched the most, looking for the echoes of your finger tips
i practice things i'll never say to you.
i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everythings already been said" how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being chiche"
you know I don't miss you like the sun and the moon, i do not miss you like the tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, but I mis you like a chernobyl swigset missed children.
and rumor has it drowning is like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach & I never paid much attention to an abandoned building until i became one
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC