Tags 
alcohol
 |
Lights. Camera. A*****e.A Story by Prabhu PantAn a*****e and a beautiful woman - how safe are they from a forgotten city, more importantly from themselves? |
|
noneA Poem by ThisismythearpyI drink to forget, but what am I forgetting? |
|
Take TwoA Poem by gabiaimeeFool me once, shame on you.Fool me twice, shame on me. I gave too many chances,And you proved my point for me.I really want to trust you.You see, I ca.. |
|
Dead StreetsA Poem by BrandonSomething that just came to me. Any feedback would ne appreciated. |
|
Nothing is as it Seems; An Addiction StoryA Poem by CjbThe walls are closing in The roof is crashing down Noone notices, it doesnt even make a sound With every lost cry for help Screams turn into whimp.. |
|
DaddyA Poem by motley poetry (special k)Daddy I'm confused by you,When you come home lateYou have bottles for breakfast and the floor as your covers.I wonder why my home doesn't look like th.. |
|
IntoxicationA Poem by ThisismythearpyAnother one of those dark poems about lost love, substance abuse, etc. Just a product of depression. |
 |
Anything But Sober/ To The BrimA Poem by Catdrank too much |
|
Bottom of the glassA Poem by ThisismythearpyTo the man who told me how he drinks so he won't have to think. |
|
Drunk poetryA Poem by ThisismythearpyA poem I wrote about drinking, while absolutely wrecked. Quite a nasty habit.. |
|
ReminiscingA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust another one of those "drink to forget" poems unfortunately. Just something short. |
|
My demons are alcoholicsA Poem by ThisismythearpyThis is what I write about when I'm drunk. It was meant to be an ukulele song I believe, though I do not recall that night very well. |
|
Rumbling rainA Poem by ThisismythearpySomething about not being able to focus, using alcohol to try to fix that, how alcohol isn't the answer, etc. |
 |
No Returns, Only ExchangesA Poem by goldenFirst post, not sure how this goes. This is about not feeling comfortable in your own skin and trying to cope with life and death through substance us.. |
|
Blind-SidedA Chapter by Matthew ThomasWhile out with friends Zoe and Cash recount how they first met |
|
heartbreak as a drug dealerA Poem by jbi meet him(because,of course,he is a man-mid twenties,thin -with ribssticking outlikeparkbenches- andyellow-toothed)in the darkat first.i gowhen no on.. |
 |
On EndingsA Poem by SergeiDon't fear the ending; enjoy the happening. |
 |
The Afterlife of the PartyA Story by alexalikeswordsThe time of night when bad thingsalways happen. Cancelling plans was in vogue.My hair stuck to my cheeks, homesickfor winter. We wore the same outfits.. |
first
prev
Share This