Submissions by WHISKY73
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Something witty this way comes...
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 6:05am
1st Sep 2017 6:05am
and just lie.....
It was hot that night, not much to write home about. But it was hotter than normal. And just got home from work and I had a smile on my face, not because I was off work; but because, I knew what I had waiting for me at home.
a Beautiful bottle.......waiting for me like I just came back after two years from the peace corps....wanting those thirsty drips.
I think it was a cold morning, I forget. it Was colder than normal - and my thoughts were dead like my pride and dignity; I was dead and knew I had to awake, and never really said....I was dead and knew I had to awake. I did not want...
a Beautiful bottle.......waiting for me like I just came back after two years from the peace corps....wanting those thirsty drips.
I think it was a cold morning, I forget. it Was colder than normal - and my thoughts were dead like my pride and dignity; I was dead and knew I had to awake, and never really said....I was dead and knew I had to awake. I did not want...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 5:37am
8th Sep 2015 5:37am
Statistics Say That...
It's during this time of year
that the suicide rate is high,
and I'm sitting on the toilet
a .35 in my hand with the
ceiling fan on high in the middle of
summer.
Wishing I was a statistic,
wishing I had the guts and
an excuse to be a statistic,
but I don't.
I never had the guts;
and unless you think running out
of toilet paper paper is a good excuse
then I'll be wiping my ass
with my .35.
that the suicide rate is high,
and I'm sitting on the toilet
a .35 in my hand with the
ceiling fan on high in the middle of
summer.
Wishing I was a statistic,
wishing I had the guts and
an excuse to be a statistic,
but I don't.
I never had the guts;
and unless you think running out
of toilet paper paper is a good excuse
then I'll be wiping my ass
with my .35.
533 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 5:24am
8th Sep 2015 5:24am
A Love Song
The light reflects off the shiny blade
with a warm, welcome smile.
It says Thank You and Goodbye...
The longer I look at it..
the whiter my teeth become.
And as I smile,
I pull the blade out of her chest
and gently glide it down my abs.
It feels like her tongue running laps
before she goes down on me.
with a warm, welcome smile.
It says Thank You and Goodbye...
The longer I look at it..
the whiter my teeth become.
And as I smile,
I pull the blade out of her chest
and gently glide it down my abs.
It feels like her tongue running laps
before she goes down on me.
519 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2015 7:07am
20th May 2015 7:07am
The Drunken and the Damned
The days of the drunken poet are
over...
It died in '94 just west of San Pedro.
The days of the drunken actor are
over...
It died in "99 from a heart attack while filming Gladiator.
The days of the drunken singer are
over...
It died on christmas '95- emphysema
and a broken heart.
The drunken always die peacefully.
over...
It died in '94 just west of San Pedro.
The days of the drunken actor are
over...
It died in "99 from a heart attack while filming Gladiator.
The days of the drunken singer are
over...
It died on christmas '95- emphysema
and a broken heart.
The drunken always die peacefully.
635 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th May 2015 5:47am
12th May 2015 5:47am
Sitting on the barstool...waiting for that perfect drink
The ant races across my foot as if
my intentions are bad.
Little does he know..
my intentions are bad.
Little does he know..
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th May 2015 5:42am
12th May 2015 5:42am
Love Poem
I chose booze over love...
3 fingers of Jack over a beautiful
smile..
I chose single malt over blue eyes to
say good night to...
A bottle over soft skin
A shot over a warm breath
3 fingers of Jack over a beautiful
smile..
I chose single malt over blue eyes to
say good night to...
A bottle over soft skin
A shot over a warm breath
628 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2015 7:18am
6th May 2015 7:18am
Stumbling down the street
The obese are the new drunkards..
You can see them at McDonald's
falling off their bar stools.
Stumbling down the street
You can see them at McDonald's
falling off their bar stools.
Stumbling down the street
595 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2015 6:59am
6th May 2015 6:59am
I talked to God last night
I talked to God last night...
he told me my future..
what an Asshole.
he told me my future..
what an Asshole.
781 reads
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