Drinking

it can be good times, parties, bad times, your favorite drink, whatever drinking makes you want to write.

One drink, two drinks, three drinks, jeez,
Jesus girl you want some more?!
Four drinks, five drinks, six drinks, oh lordy,
I didn't even need to ask,
Okay we're done,
Your drunk enough,
To teeter your way off the edge of the sun,
Out you go, I'm not drinking with you,
And I carefully step away from you,
Leaving my first drink,
Still more than halfway full.

You can have it if you choose.
But I'm not giving you a ride home.

Edit: (Unvalid and unspecified reactions and assumptions, NV, tut tut, shame on you)

Fucking minors
Talking themselves up
Pretending they can drive
Or old enough to drink.
In this feeble world
Pretentious lies are spoken
To make up for a lack of self respect
And a pride made of pretense
I don't make these claims
I point out truth.
Have the shits with me
Have a drink, or two
Of pepsi, that is.

Cheap Everclear and a Shotgun

Two more shots of this cheap as piss
Everclear and I just might be staring
down the barrel of a possibly loaded
1996 semi automatic shotgun.

With it's stupid fucking I Love Lucy
head games taunting me with
obnoxious hyena laughs and sarcastic
remarks shrieking fucking pussy
telepathically.

I just might let that little prick
provoke me into repainting the walls
with inebriated brains. (if you can even
call that sorry excuse of a raped
dysfunction a cerebrum nowadays)  

Yeah, it would fucking love that  
Wouldn't it? Serve it's violent  
Pointless purpose of watching  
Some reject basket-case victimize  
Herself like some low budget,  
Life Time melodrama,  
Waste of a production.

Yeah right, like I would give some mentally
deranged inanimate object the
fucking satisfaction of manipulating me.
I'm not some psychotic bitch after all.

Nah, I'd rather finish this shitty liquor
and smoke my lungs onyx the  
Respectable suicidal way, unbearably  
Long and full of malicious spite for  
Humanity while bleeding poetry.

Imbecility and animosity will be my
inspiration for a new mindset. I'll
Drown in regretful cynicism and
Empower a gun with the passion
Of a new muse..  

Death, destruction, Chaos, filth, and  
Greed. Become the disgusting person  
Everyone expects... Yeah..  
Just get so repulsive satan himself  
Wouldn't fucking touch me.







I love a good white trash fairytale.




 

How can you write while drinking
I just wanna keep on
Sip after sip it's never enough
Room spinning still I need more
I can't write while fucked up
This is what you'll get a bunch of words on a page that mean nothing

Mind claimed by glorious mists of intoxication,
Stumbling through a bourbon whiskey wasteland,
Where no laws enforce control or limitation,
She drowns lazily,
Swimming in stupor slow euphoria,
As wisps of reality pass her by,
For only here she can be a queen,
Though often times its not so serene,
But no matter what it cheers her up,
Makes the pain stop,
Brings back her luck,
In the form of a dirty martini pick me up,
Sangria absinth lift,
Maybe a vodka body shot hit,
Mommas little angel booze addict.

all good reads.

zinger said:all good reads.


Oh damn yeah withdraw mine it's not a poem it's what I was thinking at that moment

lol alright

figured i'd throw one up here, just for fun lol

what the hell did we do last night
why does it feel like i got in a bar room fight
theres blood on my hands
and i'm pretty sure my nose is broke
all my moneys gone
where did the night go wrong
oh

how drunk was i
can someone help me piece together the night
whose bright idea was it to go out
ya'll what all did we talk about
who kept lettin me buy drinks
did i act as stupid as i think
where did all these bruises come from
hey brother dont lie
how drunk was i

i checked my bank account
lord i pulled way too much money out
i dont even remember coming home
was i alone
who all did i dance with
hoss answer me this

how drunk was i
can someone help me piece together the night
whose bright idea was it to go out
ya'll what all did we talk about
who kept lettin me buy drinks
did i act as stupid as i think
where did all these bruises come from
hey brother dont lie
how drunk was i

what the hell was i thinkin
i should have quit drinkin
maybe my head wouldn't hurt this way
but i guess you gotta pay to play
oh

how drunk was i
can someone help me piece together the night
whose bright idea was it to go out
ya'll what all did we talk about
who kept lettin me buy drinks
did i act as stupid as i think
where did all these bruises come from
hey brother dont lie
how drunk was i

A Beer For The Pleasure, A Beer For The Pain~


Well, I've got me a beverage,
I've got some cigarettes too.
Losing my leverage,
As I stumble and sing out a tune.
Cant focus the faces,
Of people I pass on the street.
I dont know the places,
But somehow I feel so complete.
A beer for the pleasure,
Another to help me sustain.
A beer, just for measure,
Another to kick back the pain.
I walk down this dirt road,
That just seems to stretch on and on.
Oh, the memories unload,
As the night drifts off slowly to dawn.
I keep closing my eyes,
But my feet keep a'walkin the line.
I cry on the inside,
As my life passes through my mind.
And a beer for my pleasure,
Another to help me refrain.
A beer, just for measure,
Another to drown out the pain.
This road just keeps going,
But I've got no place to be.
And there's no way of knowing,
How long it'll accompany me.
Im just tryin to make it,
To someplace that I understand.
If not, I'll just flake it,
And drink up the beer in my hand.
Tossing and turning,
But thats how I like it to be.
My cigarette's burning,
And for a moment the world is complete.
A last beer for my pleasure,
Another to make sure im sane.
One more to treasure,
And another to wash down the pain.....

Baptized iN Liquified..


Oh

as I
cradle you
i'm enabled
too be disabled
labeled
.
.
perfection

the infection is
soooooo stimulating
numbed to feel
a
surreal
company

So comforting I fall in love
over and over
and
never.
.
.
forever
in every endeavor
furious

tangled
mangle me in malicious

your everything I could ever hope for

and more
then
more

then more


baptized in
liquified

for
in your eyes
I see


the most beautiful me

i like them

-Love-Hate-Love-

all the flickering lights
seem to blind my eyes
gazing through the blurry stars
as im trying to
make my way home
so many cross roads
to choose from
mind follows footsteps
heart follows none
as i try to make my way home
i want to be at home
right now!
I want to look  in to the mirror
and feel satisfied
with turned off lights
then i think to myself
to find peace
to find peace to feel safe
to feel safe to die with no fear
after all what matters is
where i spent the night
did i manage to survive
weather you got home safe?
not a question to ask
weather we will ever meet
again in this lifetime
i remember your face tonight
tomorrow i'll remember another
you'll say you know me now
another would say
I know him better than you
yet the doubt is there
what does makes more sense
or otherwise
thought to myself
or did i hear someone say?
or was it my imaginary friend?-fuck that
you should take your turn
to the left from here?
did i say no? or did i just not care?
i stopped for a moment and
looked in to the sky
and i thought to my self
how desperate i am
to see a moon in the sky
surrounded by stars
yet i knew
how i fancy a star
above the moon moon that shines
an obscure star
in bluish gray sky
placed in an unnoticed corner of the sky
that shines more than the moon
if you look close in to it
nobody cares
even if you shine
since the moon is there
to bring light to their night
you are a star
the star stole my attention
to make me feel sober
to bring me the misery
a star like no other
one out of the zillions
yet so obscure
trapped in a coner
of dark grey sky
a star that doesn't shine
to the eyes of others
a star that lies within
an unnoticed corner
of gracefull purple spot
of your own
by your own
I enjoyed your death
as you weep
while sun conquers moon
while dawn conqers dusk
to bring you death
to bring me joy

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“Simple Things Like Raindrops”
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Last night, I was in an experimental mood.  
I wanted to go deep inside myself,  
find out what makes me tick,  
answer questions that bother me so, then  
sit myself down alone to write about it.  
To do such a thing, I needed to relax, get into the mix.  
Imbibing copious amounts of mind-altering  
elixirs (drank a shot or two or maybe more),  
my mind went into a coma-like stupor,  
an ethanol blitz if you will,  
its effect was enacting silly tricks,  
one right after the other.  
It wasn’t long before I gave up the writing part.  
I remember eating a worm,  
dancing to a cockroach song,  
stripping naked,  
eating burnt toast,
inhaling stale pizza,
bouncing quarters,
dying my hair blue,
shaving my legs,
howling at the moon,  
quacking like a loon, and  
listening to Simon and Garfunkle, loudly.  
And, if that wasn’t enough fun stuff,  
I awoke in the bathtub cradling  
a jar of Noxzema, half used.  
Despite the frolic and fun,  
it was a cosmic experience
I’d soon like to forget.  
My troubles were magnified by a  
splitting needle pain in my tortured brain.  
I was majorly under the weather.  
The gentle sprinkling  
outside my window  
soothed my aching mind.  
Who would have thunk  
such beauty exists in  
simple things like rain.  
Drunk poets.