whiskey and words

whiskey and words

A Poem by Emily B

whiskey may be
important, but
i swear,
i've gotten drunker
on words
than i ever did
on bourbon
and I never
mix
the two

© 2010 Emily B


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Love this because it speaks to me. I love how you can write so much sober. I'm like that too become too tired to write if I drink too much. Yet, I love the taste of whiskey. What makes this poem so perfect and superlative is the mixture of two concepts people wouldn't usually write about together, many would speak about them together, there is an honesty and bravery in being able to pen this sublime poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Strange thing, the hangover is worse with words sometimes. Winsome and wry little piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and i'm addicted to your words..so i know how it must feel to be a word-junkie...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i've got two poems for you, shaken, and stirred

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

:)..i enjoyed reading this..it made me smile..a lot.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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You are wise between your ears... er, ah... beyond your years.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i love this, emily, definitely different!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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this one made me smile

Posted 13 Years Ago


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brilliant. short. poem. and excellent subject matter, to boot

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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