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JK Cabresos Apr 2020
how do
i cure
my depression:

𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬
Copyright ©️ 2020
A Apr 2020
Do my words even manage to make sense of what my heart is saying? I'm just too drunk and emotional to fully understand the meaning of my aching, all I know is that I want more.
Empire Apr 2020
On my lips
On my tongue
In my veins
In my brain
Indulge tonight in a cheap moscato
Something sweet and intoxicating
Why do I keep wishing I had more...?
Empire Apr 2020
I just wanna keep drinking cause it feels good
It helps
And I know in the morning it’ll all **** again
But right now
Right now I’d just really like to be a lot less sober than I am
I got another kiss
from the shadow of your memories.


And so tonight, I am drunk again.
I can't hear anything but your voice.
Right through my head, echoing
Stealing the night I'm trying not to be in pain.

Slowly I am drunk on you
My words are stuck through
My mouth that only speaks for you.
But then your name is forbidden.

In my heart and in my mouth.
I can no longer speak of it.
Because when I think of you
I cry a little too much.

I get hurt a little stronger
My love's a little bit sobber.
Again I'm confused
I'm used.

Lock in abyss.
Trying to forget
This blissful demise.
But then again I got
Another kiss

I'm drunk in the shadow of your memories.
There's no greater pain than reminiscing the past you've thought to last.
Ylzm Mar 2020
Once I drink it all,
     and can drink some more.
Then just a cup or two,
     and I'm jabbering like a fool.
Yesterday, a swirl and a whiff,
     and my tongue's a pen and I sing in fifths.
Today, the spirit’s overflowing,
     and I'll do anything on a prayer and a wing.
Empire Mar 2020
If you all would just leave me alone
Just give me the bottles
You know you won’t drink them anyway
Let me lock myself away
To be drunk and maybe suffer a little less
I’ll promise not to die
I just.... I just really need to not be sober right now
I promise there’s nothing good about being 20 years old.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Abide
by Michael R. Burch

after Philip Larkin's "Aubade"

It is hard to understand or accept mortality—
such an alien concept: not to be.
Perhaps unsettling enough to spawn religion,
or to scare mutant fish out of a primordial sea

boiling like goopy green tea in a kettle.
Perhaps a man should exhibit more mettle
than to admit such fear, denying Nirvana exists
simply because we are stuck here in such a fine fettle.

And so we abide . . .
even in life, staring out across that dark brink.
And if the thought of death makes your questioning heart sink,
it is best not to drink
(or, drinking, certainly not to think).

Originally published by Light. Keywords/Tags: Philip Larkin, Aubade, abide, death, mortality, religion, drink, drinking, drunk, alcohol, fettle, mettle, Nirvana
Empire Mar 2020
Awaking from my self-induced daze
I wasn’t careful
Too much wine
Not enough food
Not enough water
And to my stupid surprise
My head aches
I feel ill
I just want to lay in bed
Part of me is begging not to do it again
But another is begging for more
Empire Mar 2020
I drink desperately
I take the bottle, the glass
And I pour.... and keep pouring
Because I’m running
I need to get away from myself
I want so far from my head
I drink fast and deep
I want to feel it now
Keep going to feel...
I just want alcohol in my veins
I don’t want to feel anything else
I wanna be dizzy
And just for once
I wanna be happy
Laughing at myself cause I almost repeated half the hashtags lolol I’m slightly past tipsy
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