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Whiskey Verses
The bottle shades me in darkness
whiskey shadows, caress and kiss
with glassy eyes I look out at the world
Seeing a skewed version of things as they are
mellowed out I sink into my seat
slipping sideways
As I spill my ink, drinking you off my mind
it was never meant to be even when
we we're talking of sex and seduction
I knew it was doomed to start with
you wanted what I couldn't give
being married
Truly i'm in love
but I've fallen under poets spells
more times than I can count
As I take another shot, smoke another cigarette
put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more
i'm an alcoholic whore
happiest when i'm being a slut
a cunt, having poetic verses pissed
down my throat, I swallow
not wanting to waste a drop
Fuck what is my point?
Stringing out this poem
like the strung out junkie I am
addicted to your heat
Why do I like it so rough?
When there are open arms to embrace me
I played my hand
Though I always had a tell
spilling my thoughts like the liquor I drink
Where is the whore in me
in love with my pimp again I see
the one's that have been the cruelest
Have always made my blood boil
treat me kindly and I run away
I love to play
Though it's the predatory type
I lust after strong and hard
smashing me into the ground
Taking another drink i'll
end this poem
the midnight cigarette
is burning low and so am I
whiskey shadows, caress and kiss
with glassy eyes I look out at the world
Seeing a skewed version of things as they are
mellowed out I sink into my seat
slipping sideways
As I spill my ink, drinking you off my mind
it was never meant to be even when
we we're talking of sex and seduction
I knew it was doomed to start with
you wanted what I couldn't give
being married
Truly i'm in love
but I've fallen under poets spells
more times than I can count
As I take another shot, smoke another cigarette
put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more
i'm an alcoholic whore
happiest when i'm being a slut
a cunt, having poetic verses pissed
down my throat, I swallow
not wanting to waste a drop
Fuck what is my point?
Stringing out this poem
like the strung out junkie I am
addicted to your heat
Why do I like it so rough?
When there are open arms to embrace me
I played my hand
Though I always had a tell
spilling my thoughts like the liquor I drink
Where is the whore in me
in love with my pimp again I see
the one's that have been the cruelest
Have always made my blood boil
treat me kindly and I run away
I love to play
Though it's the predatory type
I lust after strong and hard
smashing me into the ground
Taking another drink i'll
end this poem
the midnight cigarette
is burning low and so am I
Published 8th Dec 2013
| Edited 19th Nov 2016
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8th Dec 2013 6:12am
brutal, Crim. reminds me of the Apache' dance, where the dude tosses his whore all over the floor, beats the hell out of her & she loves it. whiskey poetry keeps us artfully drunk...
8th Dec 2013 6:24am
thank you John funny you should mention being an Apaches whore as I used to dream of that as a child.. I've always been twisted.. much love Crim :)
8th Dec 2013 7:07am
...from the title and beginning line, to the very last word, you had me caught up in this ink. Your words were so potent and brilliantly delivered, that I could feel this poem's intoxication. Inebriating read dear Crim...Xo
8th Dec 2013 8:50pm
8th Dec 2013 7:28am
i always feel your words to my core Brenda and they resonate with something very dark and broken inside me xo love your pen
thank you beautiful Mia for relating to this poem so deeply :) much love Brenda
8th Dec 2013 8:29am
I love the fact I get uncomfortable when I read your poems, you force me to sit up and take notice and read..force me to feel..nice job..
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8th Dec 2013 11:45am
Wow, Hash's comment? Brilliant! But so too
Is ur powerful n very dark ink...brava POETESS!
Is ur powerful n very dark ink...brava POETESS!
8th Dec 2013 8:54pm
8th Dec 2013 4:28pm
I'm loving the purple prose, but am having a hard time finding the right words for your stream of thought. You works seem to have a personal journaling effect. Nice inking, heavy on the shoulders for sure. I guess this is why the brutal natures are drawn to the need to crush.
8th Dec 2013 8:55pm
Thank you beautiful Angel I think I understand where your coming from on this :) much love Crim
Anonymous
9th Dec 2013 3:59am
Powerful and raw and the glimpses from your life which you share with us, is truly an honor. keep your pen flowing, we love reading.
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Anonymous
9th Dec 2013 3:32pm
Crim,
We all have that dark spot, that whiskey spot, we hate to go to, but love drowning in it all the same. Loved your lines:
"As I take another shot, smoke another cigarette
put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more"
Perfect!
tornado
We all have that dark spot, that whiskey spot, we hate to go to, but love drowning in it all the same. Loved your lines:
"As I take another shot, smoke another cigarette
put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more"
Perfect!
tornado
9th Dec 2013 6:25pm
24th Dec 2013 1:56am
This reminds me much of why I had to go dry Miss Crim. Whiskey stirs the mind. Twists the soul. I too easily go inside too far. Too deep. For too long. And I lose my way back. Has taken me to places I wished I was not. Yet from where I now stand. I am grateful that it did. I read you for my reality check Ms C. And I remain truly grateful for your presence. My soul thanks you Madam.
16th Jan 2014 5:07am
"put my mouth around the whiskey revolver
and die a little more"
and reborn in every breath...
art flows from your pen dear Brenda!
and die a little more"
and reborn in every breath...
art flows from your pen dear Brenda!
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