Best Drink Down Poems
Drink Down The Deepest, Darkest Reasons For Me To Stay...
I sin in shapes while the dozer beats us both down
By one or two, my thumb is fingering my cell phone
After 3 or 4 I've got your voice choking the airwaves
Baby the beat in my heart is much greater than the beating you've given me
So I'll charm on
I'll be the burden to your apple tree
Your appetite is not right
Anymore
The pitchers here are for drowning out equality
The lights are dim so we can all pretend that we are someone else
The songs are loud because the only way to shake you off
Is to beg them for a headache, and I'm...
...waking up (waking up)
With headaches and pieces lost from the night before
BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE FRIENDS FOR!?
Tap me out like a quarter in the slot machines
I've made a mess of your ragged little magazines
Trendy eyes are the spies for the latest scenes
And now my buttons are cut to look like pine trees
(it makes sense to me, it makes cents for me)
So write me off with your shoulder to the jukebox
I've been here once, not twice
And still I've got you figured out
The whore
On the dance floor
Waiting for the biggest score
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
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DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
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Put that drink down
Stop looking down and look at me now
What has gone bad for you?
What made you so low like this?
I don't give a damn about others
But I care a lot about you
I can hold you if you wanted to
Though not much that I can bring
To keep you smiling again
My friend
Why are you crying so much?
The world still hasn't ended
Does it hurt so much?
Baby, I'm still here to give you warmth
Let's get out of this place
Some wretched life that person has given you
Wipe the tears on your face
The sun is rising
Baby, you still have a life ahead of you
Pick up your bag
And let's leave everything for today
We're going to see the wonders in life
Those little things that you missed
Something that's worth crying for
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you back
I really wish I could
With all my heart and soul
I wish I could inflict pain
Searing....scathing...ascorbic pain
I wish I could force you to taste
The salt of the tears
Not a lick
Gulp them down
So many....
Drink down the tears
I cry in my pillow
I wish you could feel
The wracking of my sobs
I wish you could travel
Down the corridors
Of my tortured mind
I wish you could feel the slow
Suffocation of a soul
Desolate and alone
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
Make you feel
What nonentity feels like
Transparency
A voice screaming
yet unheard
Above inner demon voices
Which screech and laugh
YOU'RE NOT LOVED
You gave your all
YOUR ALL
You have nothing left to give
and it wasn't enough
You are NOTHING
NOTHING AT ALL
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish it would be ok
To hunt you down
To slap you around
To make you feel PAIN
To drive YOU insane
To take back what I gave
To forget your name
Ahhhhh....your name
It used to make me tingle
Now it brings me shame
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish I wish I wish
I could make you pay
For taking away
The best part of me
My sense of beauty
You hurt me
Damn you
Damn you to hell
For I know
I have no power
To ever hurt you
For only love
Can bring pain
You hurt me
I hope she hurts you too!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I'm Sorry that I wasn't enough for you to be around
I'm sorry I wasn't important enough for you to put the drink down
I'm sorry that I always craved your love
I'm sorry that I was your son, and you wouldn't give me a hug
I'm sorry for crying in the corner while you and mum were fighting
Smashing plates and shouting, I'm sorry that 3 year old me was hiding
I'm sorry that I got in the way, I guess you didn't need me home
I'm sorry, that you and mum went drinking and decided to leave me alone
I'm sorry that I cried as a child and got in the way of your drinking time
I'm sorry that when I got took into care, I didn't pretend I was fine
I'm sorry that I only wanted you to take me to the park
I'm sorry that I always craved to be important inside of my dads heart
I'm sorry for needing food, I understand why you made me go without
Your alcohol addiction was more important, i'm sorry you didn't want me around
I'm sorry for not crying when you died when I was 14, but I didn't feel a loss
But I'm not sorry for finally finding myself in a world where I've mostly been lost
Your smiling face warms me
like a dagger to the chest,
so familiar,
so secure.
The sight of you
is awe inspiring,
stealing my breath
like a baseball bat to the gut
which I would rather take
than having
these memories of you.
Your scent
floats on the breeze to me,
wafting about,
burning my nostrils
and numbing feeling
as if I was scorched by flame,
skin sloughing off
all crispy and blackened.
Would it heal me
I would drink down
every last drop of your blood
but I know
that would just
put the last nail in my coffin.
Ghost stories are for kids, not a big deal.
Well that's what I thought, until it became real.
Several years ago I got a chance to go on vacation.
But what my friends and I saw was an aberration.
My friends aunt came over to here to visit.
So we went to her place in Scotland to house sit.
I thought it was the greatest thing in my life yet,
but that week is something I'll never forget.
The place was huge, it was five story flats.
We watched her animals, a dog and two cats.
It was strange, their was something in the air.
Then we started to see things that weren't there.
No one said anything, but we were all freaked out.
It seemed like practical jokes were played all about.
You put a drink down and a second later its on another table.
At night we could the neighbors horses grunting in their stable.
Lights flickered on and off in the house next to ours.
It was odd, their windows had barb wire and metal bars.
The nights grew longer and seemed like they took forever.
On the third last day we saw somethings we'll never forget ever.
We were outside and someone said look up there at the roof.
We did and a man was up there walking, then vanished, just poof.
We all stayed in a hotel the rest of the week, no one want to go back.
The last day we went to get our stuff, and it was already perfectly packed.
Our ride came and I said "man weird place and weird neighbors every where."
The driver said “the neighbors?” “Yeah in that house.” “No one lives there.”
I said “who takes care of the horses?” “There hasn't been horses here in years.”
We all looked at each other and in our eyes, there was nothing but our fears.
Now I wouldn't believe this story if I heard it coming from you,
but you should see the pictures we developed, you'll know its true.
***By Chris Matt for “A creepy haunted house poem” contest
I sit and I drink
I drink as I think
I think I should pour
My drink down the sink
I sit and I ponder
The thoughts that I think
I wonder what's lost
Down the drain in the sink
I sit on the porch
And stare at the sky
The stars and the moon
Twinkle deep in my eye
Lord how I love
The blanket of night
Some fear it most
But I see the light
Then when morning comes
And I rub my eyes
I see a blue beauty
With sun in the skies
Rockman :-)
He always loved the song 'Lady In Red'
so I decided to mess with his head,
The dress I wore showed cleavage and some legs
was flaming red with strands of silver thread.
I pinned my hair up with some silver pegs
and took a drink down to the very dregs,
The music's on, his song begins to play
he looks at me with eyes that truly begs.
He took me in his arms we danced away
he held me tightly wishing I would stay,
I felt his body warming to my touch
as on his heaving chest my head I lay.
But now I'm thinking, this is just too much
so I stepped back and glanced down at my watch,
And said I have to go, excuse me please
the shock showed as his jaws fell down a notch.
And as I gave his hand a gentle squeeze
the twinkle in my eyes made him say "Freeze,"
He kissed my lips and led me to the bed
and said "Lady in red, you're such a tease."
I spent so much time waiting for a hero, hoping for someone to save me
Someone to mend my heart, a kind soul to take me
A beautiful person to talk to me and keep me safe
I wasted so many years waiting for a hero, but this whole time he had a familiar face
Tears on the pillow of the bed I lay on
Flashbacks of memories I wish I could forget
Breaking down because I've held it in for so long
Smiling for the world because I don't want them to see I'm a mess
Empty Brandy Bottles, I shouldn’t have poured in a glass
Rereading old texts from a girl who I miss a lot
Listening to love songs, with the volume at full blast
Suicidal urges, But it's because I just want the pain to stop
Courage to fight through this, even if it's slowly
Taking each day at a time as I begin to work on myself
Try to let go of my self doubt as I hold my pen closely
I've had people abandon me, but the pen has always been the first to help
Battling depression for 12 years and I'm still fighting
Spent nights crying alone but I made it through
I still need to repair my wings before I can start flying
But I'm talking to the man in the mirror saying this is the stage for you
I Lost people I adored, But I still stand me
I recovered from the wound, Even though my loyalty and love ran deep
My heart was genuine and love was real, so I realised the problem was not me
I thought I lost them, but it turns out that they lost me
I used to crave a hug or goodnight kiss from my dad
I would hope that my mother would put the drink down
a family is something I never had
I lost many things, but the hero has been found
I spent so much time waiting for a hero to save me
Someone to mend my heart, someone to bring me to safety
a soul that would be caring and treat me kind
Little did I know, I've been my own hero this whole time
Looking up at the sky, to see some beauty in all of my ugliness
Depression, anxiety & Bipolar fighting to leave me the bloodiest
I'm stuck in the middle, with nothing to protect me
I'm going through the worst times, But still trying to be the best me
I sit and think about my biological sperm donor from time to time
He wasn't in my life, but he crosses my mind
Imagine if he took me too the park to play football
Imagine if he picked up the phone just to give me a call
Passed around foster families, because my parents wouldn't put the drink down
Bad memories are all I have to be around
I need space from my own mind, but I can't find it
How can I move forward, if I'm always behind it?
I sit and wish I could go back and change things
If I could, I'd get help for depression quicker and i'd give Chantal a ring
I'd have married her and wouldn't have thought twice
I've had far too many long days in this short life
Depression made me push Chantal away, it plays on my mind daily
She's not in my life anymore, I just hope she doesn't hate me
I've had girls before and after, but she's the one I think about?
Am I wrong for using her name as I pour this ink out?
I'm 5 years free from Self-harm, but I wish I never did it in the first place
It broke my heart that, my biological sperm donor didn't even send a card for my birthdays
All I ever wanted was a hug and guidance from that man
Am I wrong for wishing for that?, is that too much to understand?
I never cried when he died so am I a Hypocrite?
Forced to be a man since I was a little kid
The sadness lives on, these are the tears I never cried
One day I'll smile, but this was something I had to write
One day I'll smile and all of this will be behind me
I'm going to keep battling my demons and hope Happiness finds me
One day I'll smile, and find my way
I'll smile with a lot of happiness one day
Redmon Yost lived in Iowa
with mother and siblings,
the oldest of seven children
had just turned seventeen.
His pa had passed on two years back,
Redmon had gone to work,
punching cows at Holloway’s Ranch,
long hours made bones hurt,
but pay was good
and all relied
on what he earned,
so he did ride.
Had no room to drink down his pay
or in the saloons lurks.
Redmon differed from his partners
in that he had no gun,
his family were all Quakers,
he was forbidden one.
They ribbed him about that sometimes,
but he paid them no heed,
Ma said turning the other cheek
beat making pour sols bleed.
She said it was
the law of God,
so Redmon rode
without a rod,
and this town was a quiet spot,
so Redmon saw no need.
Until the day an outer ranch
was hit, the men away,
the bandits took horses and cash
in the bright light of day.
News ran fast across the prairie,
a true posse was formed,
but the trail was lost by the men
in sudden prairie storm.
A twister was
no little thing,
no robbers would
be seen to swing,
And everybody hoped that life
would return to the norm.
But normalcy was not to be,
a stage was hit that weak,
old Amos Tanner was gunned down
while driving to get free,
then came a string of robberies,
a murder and two rapes.
Who did this? Nobody could tell,
the town was fit to break,
Redmon saw the
increasing harm,
began to think
of going armed,
but his mother cried,”No, you fool!
Don’t join in with their hate!”
This didn’t make much sense to him,
did God want them to die?
Peace was great, but what evil man
just nodded and passed by?
If God have given him this life,
if it was his great gift,
would He turn and say,”I forbid
you from defending it.”
But mother said,
“It is his will,”
But did He mean
To get folks killed?
Redmon couldn’t believe He would,
and those thoughts made a rift.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Daffodils are oh so hard to grow
In soil hardened by lost souls
Meadow larks are fast asleep
Do not disturb the passing hours
Don’t drink down oceans resting
Or step on land mines slumbering
Planted in our dreams we keep them safe
For their own sake we bury them
Ornery crows scream in discontent
Wake the state of harmony
Rusted devices planted years ago in holes
Hide by design in places meant for flowers
Below the surface of the mind
Just as potent and just as old
Alarmed by vibrations or slightest of sounds
Please don’t step on land mines
It would be a crime to wake the sparrow
It would be an atrocity
So keep it quiet when you explode
We must keep the peace you know
Run…
As fast as you can
Red shades of dismal
Flowing fear
Melt to the glass of sand
Hide…
In the hollow hidden dry
Drink down the spell
Of earth and hell
Indifferent to the sky
Lie…
Forever un-seamed
Face down amidst
The death of sound
Black holes of melody
Sleep…
To the blood of setting sun
From spiral dreams
Look down at what
One cell has now become
…Jeff Bresee
Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:11 am
Cool Nights Asparkin' Sally Ann
Hard days work completed , done my best
driving home on Saturday for a short rest
Later a quick shower and a bite to eat
off to town for a sweet and tender treat
No time now to spend money on my Sally Ann
Got myself a deliberate and fantastic saving plan
No time for the boys nor to drink down by the levee
Saving my greenbacks to buy that 57 Chevy
When that beautiful car belongs to me
Going to drive here bouts for all to see
Me and my gal riding in my bright blue car
to the drive in or my favorite honkytonk bar
If that doesn't give her a thrill
we'll go sparkin' again back of Judd hill
got a clever plan you should rightly know
complete with diamond rings to brightly show
Gonna' make that pretty gal my wife
settle down to a farmer's life
Children we will be a practicin' and growin'
Then the car won't be only thing I'll be proudly showin' .;) , Z.. -Tyr