Long Mixed drink Poems

I feel like hurting myself, I’m sorry, Lord
Don’t know why I feel the urge crawl into me
With crooked, malicious, wicked discord
I need scars of soaring, eager sympathy 
To be my shadow beneath me
I love the...

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Maria wanted to no longer think,
and stared broodingly upon her mixed drink,
she’d already had one, still felt depressed,
hoped it would mellow once she drank the next.

But then a young man sat down by her side,
said,”Hey...

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Cool Cat , in "Mixed Drink"

Gently,
the night surrounds,
 cool, like wet snow.
As the gurlz cruise,
 touch, then go.

Cold beer by my side, coooooool, mellooooow, slooooooowww.
Cool Cat can't think, can drink, seems mostly for show.

Oughta have...

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Cool Cat , in "Mixed Drink"

Gently,
the night surrounds,
 cool, like wet snow.
As the gurlz cruise,
 touch, then go.

Cold beer by my side, coooooool, mellooooow, slooooooowww.
Cool Cat can't think, can drink, seems mostly for show.

Oughta have...

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All your memories crash home
And surround what you don't want to remember

SIX
They are a horror movie
Terrifying but you can't look away
They are the monster under the bed
And in the closet
And tapping on the window
They are...

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Two glasses of water
wait to be touched by hand and lip.

The water itself remembers the taste
of whiskey, sarsaparilla, Fixodent;
the salty funk
of being swallowed down the throat
of one experience after another.

Memories are in the water
swimming hither...

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My pen remains drunken yet does not stumble
A functioning lifeaholic somehow agressively humble
Mixed drink of choice reality with a shot of enlightenment
Often it speaks through unslurred words it seeks out excitement
Exposure to these street games...

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HIGH YELLOW HIGH

Fire
above
soaked
under
golden sun
dancing
in
sound vim
of bright skies
and tender breeze 
then taste some
under
the
tuscan
suns, good times
warming
joy
freshness
high!
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***Waltz Wave with syllables count
***UNDER THE TUSCAN SUN - happiness in a glass. It's a mixed drink: flavored grapes and orange juice.

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avid diva
her name, Eva
with nails painted hot pink
she stirs her mixed drink

too hot to hoot
looking for loot
she struts with all her might
hoping to snare his sight

“madam, I’m Adam”
“OMG! He called me madam”!
her feminine wile
make his...

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The ham was golden brown
With glazed sugar upon it
The Turkey was there to
A breast for you and a thigh for me
The yams just came out of the oven
I need a mixed drink

Father is in watching...

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