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toBelieve Dec 2023
I'm sorry for hurting you,
I've hurted myself by hurting you.

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry from the deap down of my heart.

I'm sorry,
Yes, I've loved you.
But not that fancy romantic love.
I've loved you as you,
As I will never love again.

I've loved you,
It's in the present past,
I've loved you.

I'm sorry for being me.
I'm sorry for you, being you.
I'm sorry but you are a wonderful human being.
You are a beautiful soul.

/I swear to god/

You are wonderful,
You were wonderful,
You will always be wonderful.

I hope all the best for you.
I hope that you will always
Be you,
Be happy,
Be angry,
Be you.

You are special, unique & wonderful.

Please forgive me,
Please forgive yourself,
Please forgive.

Let go.

And go straight,
Go to your destiny.
Run for it.

You are so beautiful.

I've loved you,
Cause you kept reminding me of Me.

I am special,
Crazy,
And stupid.
But you are not stupid,
Nor am I.

We are special,
Hard & difficult,
But special.

I'm as sorry,
As I am thankfull,
For meeting you.

Sorry, thank you.
Thank you, sorry.

I love me.
I love love.
I love life.
I love being drunk.

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Ivre
L'ivre
Un livre

Ivre de vin,
De poésie,
Ou de whiskey.

Mais moi, non !
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Sorry!
No more whiskey.

I love me.
No more whiskey.
I'm sorry,
Sorry !
I love you,
Sorry
I love me...
Ron Sparks Aug 2023
The taste
of my cigar
and the whiskey in my
gullet can't fill the pit inside
my chest
Ron Sparks Aug 2023
Whiskey
dark chocolate,
smooth jazz, and some gritty
poetry are all that I need
tonight
William A Gibson Jun 2023
You pull me through doorways
with cherry red charm.
You fill me with whiskey
and hang on my arm.

We waltz through the wreckage,
the crown and her guest.
Your hem lined with ashes,
it’s all there is left.

The clerk asks for blood.
The stone has run dry.
We promise, tomorrow
and feed him with wine.

The clouds now move faster,
with voice of hard wind.
It speaks to you only
as thunder moves in.

You twist here beside me
and curl like a vine,
your teeth in my shoulder,
reliving some crime.

You hold me so tightly
and whisper your vows.
Your secrets stay hidden.
Your tears are so loud.
Paine Dec 2022
Wearied eye
Hopelessness within
Ice cold heart
Shots I lost count
Kisses that was meaningless
Ephemeral feelings
Young me would hate this me
Zack Ripley Dec 2022
Days used to start with a coffee
and end with whiskey.
Those were the days I thought
"if I left, would anyone miss me?"
I don't look fondly on those memories,
but those were the days that taught me about empathy. What I've learned
is that there are 2 types of days.
There's the days ahead and the days behind. You can be afraid of the past,
or you can use it to change the future.
Bass and bourbon notes
Flutter down through my system
And I taste the sound.
Guillaume David has a new soundtrack out. Code 4 bourbon is delicious. What else is there to say.
You look like you could use a drink
Heavy pour of whiskey as you sit down and think
Seems your mind is on the brink
While all the other ships around you sink

High tides and heavy goodbyes
I can see the emptiness in your eyes
Stick around longer, we can all get high
Our minds are destined for the sky

Familiar faces now enter the space
You forget why you were in such a dark place
Add a splash from the tap just in case
Makes it all easier to chase

The window is open so don't sit around
The breeze will help push you when your ships run aground
The laughter in the air is an uplifting sound
Seems what you're searching for has finally been found

-AJT
This takes place at a pub in Liverpool
Josh Cheshier Mar 2022
Words without
Unspoken truths
Cut in neat pieces
Sharp like knives
Plunged deep into yesterday’s drivers seat
Intoxicated
The sweetness of wine
Time took hold
Tastes grew old
Drank straight with ice
A barrel aged whiskey with bite
Involuntarily, my body shakes
Like it was trying to run away from the feeling
“I didn’t know you would make me so drunk”
Stumbling and fumbling with my keys
Scratched drivers side door
Attempts to unlock what shouldn’t be
It left chips in the paint
“F*ck” murmured beneath my breath
The engines low rumble grumbled and sang
A stereo left on too loud came alive when I turned the key
Busted eardrums, slow trickle, ears that bleed
Silence spoke the loudest after that
The nights drive turned sideways
Cherry red lights matched with blue
I could outrun them if I tried
Pressed petals in between pages
Pushed gingerly to the floor
The speedometer creeped to new heights
That annoying flashing brightness followed me
Threat to freedom and a refusal to give in
Twist and turns
The chase ensues
I finally feel like I’m gaining distance
Little was known, encroaching on a dead end
Blew past a warning sign
Wrapped my car around a tree
Crimson red soaked shirt
“Why is my face wet?”
A steady stream of life giving fluid pumped through a **** in my forehead
Dizzy, it made me dizzy.
I sat and waited, not for help
But for time to be taken away
I understood that sometimes a mistake is made, and I can pay the price with iron clad bracelets and a night spent on a bench for a bed.
You taste like wine and then bit like whiskey, when all I wanted was coffee black on a crisp summer morning with the sun rising up to meet a lovers lust in my eyes.
A man is always looking
To get some free advice
So go and find the fellow
Drinking whiskey over ice

Your friends will tell you one thing
While you're both knocking back a beer
But really, I mean really
Is this the stuff you need to hear

Find a whiskey drinker
He'll tell you how to buy a car
He'll share his whiskey wisdom
About what's a good cigar

A man who drinks good whiskey
Whether neat or over ice
Is the best one you can turn to
When you're looking for advice

He's made it and he knows it
He's not drinking at the pub
He's sitting in a wing back
Drinking whiskey at the club

So, if you're looking for assistance
And you need some good advice
Go get some whiskey wisdom
Sharing whiskey over ice
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