#drinking poem

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[c-d-poetry]

Patron is on sale For the third time this month But it's the cheap stuff That burns my tongue For the third time this month I buy I bottle of liquor That burns my tongue When I shoot it straight The liquor Numbs my nerves When I shoot it straight With no chase on nights like these My numbed nerves Don't notice the bumps that will be bruises At the end of nights like these When the alarm clock blares The bruises are reminders Of what happens When the alarm clock blares After patron is on sale.

c.d. - Liquor Store

[freshoffthepadpoetry]

Last Drop

There may be no answers

At the bottom of a bottle

But that won’t stop me

From trying to find some

Last drop by Robert Rodriguez. June 1, 2018. 10:10PM

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[stevie-vincent]

12-29-2016

I don’t know how to do this any other way but uncorked red wine middle shelf any red as long as there’s something to say or even if there’s nothing this is how I want your voice to go down my throat a tickling threat the risk of you against my insides

[rhys-cassidy]

Let me tell you about drinking

Drinks. Many drinks. Very drinks. Much drinks. Drinking until I feel better. The anti-social kid at this party.

[asian-duchess]

Maybe I've been sober for too long Spent too many hours pretending it's over For me, and that I have forgotten What your breath on my neck Feels like under the lights shining Between the leaves of a park tree I've been trying to remember What it's like to forget And when I was drinking I could leave you behind If only for a moment

"One more bottle...Please" by asian-duchess

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Choices she makes (A Poem)

Choices she makes (A Poem) #poetry #poem #drinking #drugs #willshe or @wontshe Feel free to link up!

Pursed lips. Red stain slashed across face. Some hairs curled, others waxed, unassuming tender skin. She meets her eyes in the mirror. Noting bronzer, And the colored contacts making brown eyes blue. Leather mini in Comfort out.

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Heels clack quickly boulevard teaming with others dressed like her. Middle wrapped by two slim arms. Winter’s cold breath steals through thin jacket, manicured…

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Bar Rat

I used to knock over crystal glasses with my elbows

spilling a few ounces of whiskey onto the hardwood.

I'd sit there and watch the liquor drip from the table's edge,

sigh heavily, then light a cigarette in frustration.

I didn't care if smoking was prohibited in the building,

but I resented the wasted dollars and disillusionment.

I used to hate how my vices would pool onto the floor

and stream down the trenches in between the panels.

It smelled so strongly and strangers turned in their chairs

a proclamation of inebriation - as if done on purpose.