Poetry competition CLOSED 8th February 2016 8:29am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Drunk Poetry
neo128 said:Alcohol, and myself (knock wood) have happily (and sadly) parted ways. I loved how it was always the life the party... As much as I hated mess it always left behind.
Well I'm happy you're still knocking the side panel of the wagon, but sad that your humor and/or insight won't be gracing this challenge.
Well I'm happy you're still knocking the side panel of the wagon, but sad that your humor and/or insight won't be gracing this challenge.
This was a collaboration...
with Jack and Jameson
Confessions From a Shot Glass
It must be transparent
My useless attempts to disguise my true feelings as lighthearted lust
a harmless flirt
my habitual pattern of settling for less than opening up my trust and speaking a pure, unadulterated truth
I want you
But I want to no longer... just want
to have the courage to speak the words my mouth dare not yet divulge
That I long to try, and maybe fail
and carry a gentle blanket of nostalgia
to reminisce of a time when love was gentle and true
and even though the fire burned out
the memory of the heat could combat even the coldest of broken hearts
I long to try and possibly succeed
In becoming something in which you can seek solace
On your good days when the light in your eyes illuminates possibilities beyond your wildest dreams
On your worst days when you need the comfort of unjudging arms
to be the lover
to end your nights sucking away the stress and strain
and begin your every morning blowing my passion and confidence back into you
You make me want to be more of the best of me, to bring out the best in you
If only I could
The unshakable thought of you
all facets and aspects
will roam around my mind
until the end of time
and nowhere is not a far enough place to run from the hope...
The slightest utter from your lips
or gentle greetings sent my way
the much needed remedy
that stills the thunderous roar of my heart as I ponder my desire
in soliloquies of wonder
begging for the chance to be all that you need
The call of my soul beckons you to me
to bring forth joy from depths that only you've ever reached
and extract the dimples that only emerge into the world when you dip your pen into my well and sketch a smile across my lips
If only you knew...
with Jack and Jameson
Confessions From a Shot Glass
It must be transparent
My useless attempts to disguise my true feelings as lighthearted lust
a harmless flirt
my habitual pattern of settling for less than opening up my trust and speaking a pure, unadulterated truth
I want you
But I want to no longer... just want
to have the courage to speak the words my mouth dare not yet divulge
That I long to try, and maybe fail
and carry a gentle blanket of nostalgia
to reminisce of a time when love was gentle and true
and even though the fire burned out
the memory of the heat could combat even the coldest of broken hearts
I long to try and possibly succeed
In becoming something in which you can seek solace
On your good days when the light in your eyes illuminates possibilities beyond your wildest dreams
On your worst days when you need the comfort of unjudging arms
to be the lover
to end your nights sucking away the stress and strain
and begin your every morning blowing my passion and confidence back into you
You make me want to be more of the best of me, to bring out the best in you
If only I could
The unshakable thought of you
all facets and aspects
will roam around my mind
until the end of time
and nowhere is not a far enough place to run from the hope...
The slightest utter from your lips
or gentle greetings sent my way
the much needed remedy
that stills the thunderous roar of my heart as I ponder my desire
in soliloquies of wonder
begging for the chance to be all that you need
The call of my soul beckons you to me
to bring forth joy from depths that only you've ever reached
and extract the dimples that only emerge into the world when you dip your pen into my well and sketch a smile across my lips
If only you knew...
Anonymous
vo.jackDanielzbluez. xoxoxv triad 7.7
It's.wet.inmy.dry.throat.
Guzzler>guzzler.
Hiccup<hiccup.
It burns.
It burns.
My brain<>computer.lame
Digits.one.
Missing.
Lobes.two.
Frontal.
Lobotomy.
Flash.dancer.
Venus.fly.trap.
Protein.strand.
It's.wet.inmy.dry.throat.
Guzzler>guzzler.
Hiccup<hiccup.
It burns.
It burns.
My brain<>computer.lame
Digits.one.
Missing.
Lobes.two.
Frontal.
Lobotomy.
Flash.dancer.
Venus.fly.trap.
Protein.strand.
Sweet treasures!
From pain comes pleasure, we are supposed to see the treasure,but from the distant measure, we lose our treasures, trying to erase the measures, that bring the pleasures, that we crave forever in an active measure, by way of pleasure do we find such treasure that has no measure of pleasure but forever a treasure!
From pain comes pleasure, we are supposed to see the treasure,but from the distant measure, we lose our treasures, trying to erase the measures, that bring the pleasures, that we crave forever in an active measure, by way of pleasure do we find such treasure that has no measure of pleasure but forever a treasure!
Baptized
Heavy-lidded & pissed,
I followed the trail
of his spume from where
she laid, flushed & frail,
to keep it in my head,
preserving the image of
why I let it happen, made
by a sadistic betrayal.
Why I'm still drawn to it,
unable to look away from
where he now reclines.
He should feel lost & dazed,
but I'm the one in my stupor
who can't focus, with indifference.
Morosely spinning, self-medicated
voyeur, from a second bottle.
Heavy-lidded & pissed,
I followed the trail
of his spume from where
she laid, flushed & frail,
to keep it in my head,
preserving the image of
why I let it happen, made
by a sadistic betrayal.
Why I'm still drawn to it,
unable to look away from
where he now reclines.
He should feel lost & dazed,
but I'm the one in my stupor
who can't focus, with indifference.
Morosely spinning, self-medicated
voyeur, from a second bottle.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/195574.jpg
Soap Box Romance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUMwFaXTM3s
You:The Pretty Reckless...
please listen and read, ty
This was written for someone I have a crush on but will remain private.
I'm sure he knows this is for him by now...
I'll talk to you in earth tones so you understand my intentions,
In a soft voice, with female scented words...
No bullshit, no strings attached.
You already know the truth behind my words
I eat plenty of Crow, this you know...
Life's virtue is always in our hands
if we just take the time to look,
touch and understand.
I wanna talk with you with open arms
while I'm alive,
look in your eyes and see what really makes you breathe
tonight I noticed you, and I'm watching you,
I'm into your vibe...
Can you tell me
you
don't
feel
it,
too...?
It's just,
it's just
I don't know
how to tell you...
Brandy on my breath
I found the courage to write you this poem...
Written by Zazzles
Published 18th February 2015 11:48am
Soap Box Romance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUMwFaXTM3s
You:The Pretty Reckless...
please listen and read, ty
This was written for someone I have a crush on but will remain private.
I'm sure he knows this is for him by now...
I'll talk to you in earth tones so you understand my intentions,
In a soft voice, with female scented words...
No bullshit, no strings attached.
You already know the truth behind my words
I eat plenty of Crow, this you know...
Life's virtue is always in our hands
if we just take the time to look,
touch and understand.
I wanna talk with you with open arms
while I'm alive,
look in your eyes and see what really makes you breathe
tonight I noticed you, and I'm watching you,
I'm into your vibe...
Can you tell me
you
don't
feel
it,
too...?
It's just,
it's just
I don't know
how to tell you...
Brandy on my breath
I found the courage to write you this poem...
Written by Zazzles
Published 18th February 2015 11:48am
'da fuck
"‘da fuck you lookin’ at..."
loudly over the glass in hand
to the mirror eyes
staring back
through the pretty colored glass
all the pretty medicine
eyes sliding leftly
bar man wondering around
his flannel tattoos
another or door? thinking
now he’ll try his way in smile
the last one… with money
“girl troubles, pal?” question
before my question repeats
glass now finds wood
“always and no other…”
If two words should be joined
forever together – girouble…
flannel’s nodding, pouring
tuesday last calling tattoo arms
whiskey burning stops
“does it help?" leaving
"no, just pushes it all back…”
tomorrow always comes…
“name’s tony… (flannel…)
my place, I’m here all the time”
see you soon, flannel,
see you soon
"‘da fuck you lookin’ at..."
loudly over the glass in hand
to the mirror eyes
staring back
through the pretty colored glass
all the pretty medicine
eyes sliding leftly
bar man wondering around
his flannel tattoos
another or door? thinking
now he’ll try his way in smile
the last one… with money
“girl troubles, pal?” question
before my question repeats
glass now finds wood
“always and no other…”
If two words should be joined
forever together – girouble…
flannel’s nodding, pouring
tuesday last calling tattoo arms
whiskey burning stops
“does it help?" leaving
"no, just pushes it all back…”
tomorrow always comes…
“name’s tony… (flannel…)
my place, I’m here all the time”
see you soon, flannel,
see you soon
Future disaster
It feels weird the ice in the alcohol
is it a religious match or something?
Who thought about that?
Next time I’ll drink a glass of milk
I’ll put inside a big cube of semen
and let’s see if I will get pregnant,
let’s see if the baby will come out to be alcoholic
or just an ass looking for the Milky Way.
And if the sperm will not be cold enough
then maybe I should take out the milk from the glass
and just have my masturbation in a shot.
My dick would love me if he knew
that I am not disgusted anymore
of his jelly happiness, of his future disaster.
It feels weird the ice in the alcohol
is it a religious match or something?
Who thought about that?
Next time I’ll drink a glass of milk
I’ll put inside a big cube of semen
and let’s see if I will get pregnant,
let’s see if the baby will come out to be alcoholic
or just an ass looking for the Milky Way.
And if the sperm will not be cold enough
then maybe I should take out the milk from the glass
and just have my masturbation in a shot.
My dick would love me if he knew
that I am not disgusted anymore
of his jelly happiness, of his future disaster.
a violet
disconnect or connect for whatever small piece of mind of anything sometimes just to sleep at night i have a belly full of violet soft wet brain full of sky pissing in the kitchen sink again it all goes to the same place blurring the last percent kissing under the bar lights pieces falling where they may and we all go to the same place
disconnect or connect for whatever small piece of mind of anything sometimes just to sleep at night i have a belly full of violet soft wet brain full of sky pissing in the kitchen sink again it all goes to the same place blurring the last percent kissing under the bar lights pieces falling where they may and we all go to the same place
brandy shots
to find the vein,
inoculate, the serum
burns for the truth
through the brain
that leaks through
like a sieve
where everything else
is, and former flowed
down to the sewers
down through the drain
no vaccine that quells
the truth, and makes no
difference all the same
to find the vein,
inoculate, the serum
burns for the truth
through the brain
that leaks through
like a sieve
where everything else
is, and former flowed
down to the sewers
down through the drain
no vaccine that quells
the truth, and makes no
difference all the same
Anonymous
Title: Fuck It
Fuck it, I'm getting me two pints
I don't need to think twice
There, I got my pineapple juice
For my vodka over ice
I know there is a chance of danger
and that I might make the wrong choices
But I don't care, my life sucks
and when I drink, I am free to listen to the voices
Ah, the first one went down slow
I will try that again
Oh shit, that was good, I'm having another
Somehow, I just may win
Finally, the bad things in my life are fading away
I feel light, beautiful; I prepare for lift off by cheering my cup
to no one; if I could put this feeling on hold, I’d milk it forever
I would install a permanent IV to daily soak it up
More ice, please, and the juice is almost gone
Another, but this time I’ll mix it half and half
Got to ration the juice, it makes skewed sense
Since my mind is getting juiced, I laugh
I cannot sit still, so I trash around the house
I’m spilling it; got to slow down, and I am getting warm and need to pee a lot
Let's see if anyone is up and needs a roust
I'm going to call all of my friends to come over
"What, it is too late? What are you a lightweight?
Come on, I've got another pint
Bring some pineapple juice, and some pot
We can go out after and start a fight”
“Shit, you all are pussys
I’m going to have to smack you next time I see you
Hell, when we were young, you’d be over in a flash
With an ounce of sensimillion and a case or two”
This party sucks, no one wants to come over
I’ve got an hour before the bar shuts down
I’m going to get sexied up and drink another
and I’m going to drive myself to the party; how does that sound
As I pour the last of the first pint into a glass
There is no need for ice, and the juice is gone
I will fill it to the top, it goes down like warm water
And at this point, my buzz is full on
I trip getting my shoes on
And I’ve forgotten to put on underwear
It is part of my internal exhibitionism
which only comes out when I drink and am no worse for wear
No bra, blouse unbuttoned way down
I’ve shaved my legs in anticipation
Now I got to get my keys
It is only ten minutes, and I’ll drive slow when I go by the police station
There, a half hour left
Second pint in my purse; the bar will be hoppin’
I get in my car and put it in reverse
There is no hesitation, ain’t no stoppin’
Half way there, I notice the steering wheel lags
I go slower, to stay next to the line
And I get a burger at the drive through on the way
As I unwrap it, it sure looks fine
Fuck, I’ve dropped ketchup on my chest
I fumble to get a tissue to wipe it up
After all, I want to look my best
to score a hottie to fill my neverending cup
I see my friend on the side of the road
And she is half drunk too
What a rush; the second pint rolled under the pedal
And got caught under my shoe
The lights are too bright
I scream to shut them off
And a woman in white enters the room
She wipes my forehead as I struggle to cough
She asks me how I feel
And I am not sure why
When I find out I am in the emergency room, I tell her this cannot be real
She says that I am lucky I didn’t die
I ask where my car is, and why my leg felt heavy
And two large policemen came into the room
They are holding DUI papers for me to sign, and they tell me to say goodbye to my old Chevy
It was totaled, along with my leg; I start to remember a loud black boom
My good friend, Debbie, is dead
They said they found the second pint empty in my hand
And I am charged with murder
Vehicular manslaughter with my car, ain't that grand
Fuck it, I decide to go to sleep
after I read the fine print, the part about jail
This must be a dream, I decide
It seems, for me, there is no bail
Fuck it, I'm getting me two pints
I don't need to think twice
There, I got my pineapple juice
For my vodka over ice
I know there is a chance of danger
and that I might make the wrong choices
But I don't care, my life sucks
and when I drink, I am free to listen to the voices
Ah, the first one went down slow
I will try that again
Oh shit, that was good, I'm having another
Somehow, I just may win
Finally, the bad things in my life are fading away
I feel light, beautiful; I prepare for lift off by cheering my cup
to no one; if I could put this feeling on hold, I’d milk it forever
I would install a permanent IV to daily soak it up
More ice, please, and the juice is almost gone
Another, but this time I’ll mix it half and half
Got to ration the juice, it makes skewed sense
Since my mind is getting juiced, I laugh
I cannot sit still, so I trash around the house
I’m spilling it; got to slow down, and I am getting warm and need to pee a lot
Let's see if anyone is up and needs a roust
I'm going to call all of my friends to come over
"What, it is too late? What are you a lightweight?
Come on, I've got another pint
Bring some pineapple juice, and some pot
We can go out after and start a fight”
“Shit, you all are pussys
I’m going to have to smack you next time I see you
Hell, when we were young, you’d be over in a flash
With an ounce of sensimillion and a case or two”
This party sucks, no one wants to come over
I’ve got an hour before the bar shuts down
I’m going to get sexied up and drink another
and I’m going to drive myself to the party; how does that sound
As I pour the last of the first pint into a glass
There is no need for ice, and the juice is gone
I will fill it to the top, it goes down like warm water
And at this point, my buzz is full on
I trip getting my shoes on
And I’ve forgotten to put on underwear
It is part of my internal exhibitionism
which only comes out when I drink and am no worse for wear
No bra, blouse unbuttoned way down
I’ve shaved my legs in anticipation
Now I got to get my keys
It is only ten minutes, and I’ll drive slow when I go by the police station
There, a half hour left
Second pint in my purse; the bar will be hoppin’
I get in my car and put it in reverse
There is no hesitation, ain’t no stoppin’
Half way there, I notice the steering wheel lags
I go slower, to stay next to the line
And I get a burger at the drive through on the way
As I unwrap it, it sure looks fine
Fuck, I’ve dropped ketchup on my chest
I fumble to get a tissue to wipe it up
After all, I want to look my best
to score a hottie to fill my neverending cup
I see my friend on the side of the road
And she is half drunk too
What a rush; the second pint rolled under the pedal
And got caught under my shoe
The lights are too bright
I scream to shut them off
And a woman in white enters the room
She wipes my forehead as I struggle to cough
She asks me how I feel
And I am not sure why
When I find out I am in the emergency room, I tell her this cannot be real
She says that I am lucky I didn’t die
I ask where my car is, and why my leg felt heavy
And two large policemen came into the room
They are holding DUI papers for me to sign, and they tell me to say goodbye to my old Chevy
It was totaled, along with my leg; I start to remember a loud black boom
My good friend, Debbie, is dead
They said they found the second pint empty in my hand
And I am charged with murder
Vehicular manslaughter with my car, ain't that grand
Fuck it, I decide to go to sleep
after I read the fine print, the part about jail
This must be a dream, I decide
It seems, for me, there is no bail
Primogenito said:Title: Fuck It
Fuck it, I'm getting me two pints
I don't need to think twice
There, I got my pineapple juice
For my vodka over ice
I know there is a chance of danger
and that I might make the wrong choices
But I don't care, my life sucks
and when I drink, I am free to listen to the voices
Ah, the first one went down slow
I will try that again
Oh shit, that was good, I'm having another
Somehow, I just may win
Finally, the bad things in my life are fading away
I feel light, beautiful; I prepare for lift off by cheering my cup
to no one; if I could put this feeling on hold, I’d milk it forever
I would install a permanent IV to daily soak it up
More ice, please, and the juice is almost gone
Another, but this time I’ll mix it half and half
Got to ration the juice, it makes skewed sense
Since my mind is getting juiced, I laugh
I cannot sit still, so I trash around the house
I’m spilling it; got to slow down, and I am getting warm and need to pee a lot
Let's see if anyone is up and needs a roust
I'm going to call all of my friends to come over
"What, it is too late? What are you a lightweight?
Come on, I've got another pint
Bring some pineapple juice, and some pot
We can go out after and start a fight”
“Shit, you all are pussys
I’m going to have to smack you next time I see you
Hell, when we were young, you’d be over in a flash
With an ounce of sensimillion and a case or two”
This party sucks, no one wants to come over
I’ve got an hour before the bar shuts down
I’m going to get sexied up and drink another
and I’m going to drive myself to the party; how does that sound
As I pour the last of the first pint into a glass
There is no need for ice, and the juice is gone
I will fill it to the top, it goes down like warm water
And at this point, my buzz is full on
I trip getting my shoes on
And I’ve forgotten to put on underwear
It is part of my internal exhibitionism
which only comes out when I drink and am no worse for wear
No bra, blouse unbuttoned way down
I’ve shaved my legs in anticipation
Now I got to get my keys
It is only ten minutes, and I’ll drive slow and patient
There, a half hour left
Second pint in my purse; the bar will be hoppin’
I get in my car and put it in reverse
There is no hesitation, ain’t no stoppin’
Half way there, I notice the steering wheel lags
I go slower, to stay next to the line
And I get a burger at the drive through on the way
As I unwrap it, it sure looks fine
Fuck, I’ve dropped ketchup on my chest
I fumble to get a tissue to wipe it up
After all, I want to look my best
to score a hottie to fill my neverending cup
I see my friend on the side of the road
And she is half drunk too
What a rush; the second pint rolled under the pedal
And got caught under my shoe
The lights are too bright
I scream to shut them off
And a woman in white enters the room
She wipes my forehead as I struggle to cough
She asks me how I feel
And I am not sure why
When I find out I am in the emergency room, I tell her this cannot be real
She says that I am lucky I didn’t die
I ask where my car is, and why my leg felt heavy
And two large policemen come into the room
They are holding DUI papers for me to sign, and they tell me to say goodbye to my old Chevy
It was totaled, along with my leg; I start to remember a loud black boom
My good friend, Debbie, is dead
They said they found the second pint empty in my hand
And I am charged with murder
Vehicular manslaughter with my car
Fuck it, I decide to go to sleep
after l I read the fine print, the part about jail
This must be a dream, I decide
It seems, for me, there is no bail
DaYum!
Primo, out he park!
WOW! Good luck
Fuck it, I'm getting me two pints
I don't need to think twice
There, I got my pineapple juice
For my vodka over ice
I know there is a chance of danger
and that I might make the wrong choices
But I don't care, my life sucks
and when I drink, I am free to listen to the voices
Ah, the first one went down slow
I will try that again
Oh shit, that was good, I'm having another
Somehow, I just may win
Finally, the bad things in my life are fading away
I feel light, beautiful; I prepare for lift off by cheering my cup
to no one; if I could put this feeling on hold, I’d milk it forever
I would install a permanent IV to daily soak it up
More ice, please, and the juice is almost gone
Another, but this time I’ll mix it half and half
Got to ration the juice, it makes skewed sense
Since my mind is getting juiced, I laugh
I cannot sit still, so I trash around the house
I’m spilling it; got to slow down, and I am getting warm and need to pee a lot
Let's see if anyone is up and needs a roust
I'm going to call all of my friends to come over
"What, it is too late? What are you a lightweight?
Come on, I've got another pint
Bring some pineapple juice, and some pot
We can go out after and start a fight”
“Shit, you all are pussys
I’m going to have to smack you next time I see you
Hell, when we were young, you’d be over in a flash
With an ounce of sensimillion and a case or two”
This party sucks, no one wants to come over
I’ve got an hour before the bar shuts down
I’m going to get sexied up and drink another
and I’m going to drive myself to the party; how does that sound
As I pour the last of the first pint into a glass
There is no need for ice, and the juice is gone
I will fill it to the top, it goes down like warm water
And at this point, my buzz is full on
I trip getting my shoes on
And I’ve forgotten to put on underwear
It is part of my internal exhibitionism
which only comes out when I drink and am no worse for wear
No bra, blouse unbuttoned way down
I’ve shaved my legs in anticipation
Now I got to get my keys
It is only ten minutes, and I’ll drive slow and patient
There, a half hour left
Second pint in my purse; the bar will be hoppin’
I get in my car and put it in reverse
There is no hesitation, ain’t no stoppin’
Half way there, I notice the steering wheel lags
I go slower, to stay next to the line
And I get a burger at the drive through on the way
As I unwrap it, it sure looks fine
Fuck, I’ve dropped ketchup on my chest
I fumble to get a tissue to wipe it up
After all, I want to look my best
to score a hottie to fill my neverending cup
I see my friend on the side of the road
And she is half drunk too
What a rush; the second pint rolled under the pedal
And got caught under my shoe
The lights are too bright
I scream to shut them off
And a woman in white enters the room
She wipes my forehead as I struggle to cough
She asks me how I feel
And I am not sure why
When I find out I am in the emergency room, I tell her this cannot be real
She says that I am lucky I didn’t die
I ask where my car is, and why my leg felt heavy
And two large policemen come into the room
They are holding DUI papers for me to sign, and they tell me to say goodbye to my old Chevy
It was totaled, along with my leg; I start to remember a loud black boom
My good friend, Debbie, is dead
They said they found the second pint empty in my hand
And I am charged with murder
Vehicular manslaughter with my car
Fuck it, I decide to go to sleep
after l I read the fine print, the part about jail
This must be a dream, I decide
It seems, for me, there is no bail
DaYum!
Primo, out he park! WOW! Good luck
