What time should I start drinking?
It’s one in the afternoon,
which tells me that, with thoughts like these,
I should start drinking soon.
Perhaps by two is proper,
a two martini lunch,
but I don’t wait to wait that long
unless I’ve had some brunch.
Buts Bloody Mary mornings
means I’ll be buzzed by ten,
and honestly, the question is
not if I’ll drink but when.
By four, the answer’s easy,
it’s tea time, if you please,
a perfect hour for bourbon sips
outside beneath the trees.
By five, it’s almost dinner,
and happy hour is here,
so have a drink devoid of guilt,
embarrassment or fear.
By six, I’m pouring vino
for dinner with my friends,
and if the food and drink is good,
we hope it never ends.
By nine, we should be toasty
and telling tales of yore,
by ten, there is a call for shots,
and looking for one more.
By midnight, things are blurry,
and water is your fix,
just don’t forget that alcohol
and other drugs don’t mix.
And if you wake hung-over,
not knowing where or when,
just find that dog that bit you
and start drinking once again.
The things I do for others are often simply not enough. Sometimes I hate that I couldn't do more, while other times I wish I never tried at all.
Lately ive been testing myself
I dont need a teacher or a hand to help
This is something souly for me
Pain tolerance and mental stability
Conquer your fear of a needles that tear
Ink your skin if you should dare
Build yourself strong mind body and soul
Run on the track made of black coal
They place opinions and make assumptions
Of what tale created your gumption
Im simply just trying to see
Of what i am made of, whats apart of me
So when you think i spit sonnets made for you
Believe me boy you have no clue
Though i speak of love sometimes
Im working on breaking past chains that bind
For im aware that now it is time
To focus on me but i like to write
So i test myself day and night
I forge my armor in the fire
Only my goals do i desire.
You bring out the real me, the person most people don't get to see.
In life there are two ways that you can live, you can follow others like a sheep. Or you can be unique and follow your own path, I’d rather follow my own path than follow a herd of sad sheep.
At a certain point we all meet a Bunny in our lives who help us see our worth when we fail to see it.
Things left unsaid,
Haunt us when we’re dead.~
Don’t hold back.
something i wrote in terrible pain and its just trial and error lol i know it sucks
Have you ever loved someone so much life feels worthless without them? You know these thoughts are morbid but you are unable to stop the pain...
Hopeless... Shattered... you wish you could sleep forever...
The most painful part about moving on is reopening these wounds everytime someone asks me about you.
Sadness comes in waves and today Im drowning.
That really hurt me....
....loving you more than life itself. Something in my soul has wilted...
I would like to apologize, for all those lives I left behind. Those days, I was a different guy, but now it doesn't hurt to leave it all behind. I needed space to heal myself, and this toxic place was all to blame. It wasn't for you it was all for me. Now that I'm gone, I can actually breathe.
My fears water me down, my burdens lie heavy with no one to hold me steady.
My impulses are stifled so powerfully that I’m too scared to speak, my flaws leave me weak.
Lost underwater my heart clings to the softest being nearby to pass my delusions onto.
my blushing girl
i wrote this about filthy rapist rednecks i hate so much. that is very much notable.
to love your wife, you must first fill a phial with her menstural blood and infuse it with your bath water.
then, take her to guatemela and rub and egg on her belly (from a healthy, grass-fed hen) to protect the baby you made.
nothing a coat hanger couldn’t fix. nothing keeping your filthy cum out of her couldn’t fix, undeserving swine.
she is still your blushing bride to be, only fourteen. going to cook your bouncing baby girl, bound to be the same as her mommy. only by you.
I fall in love with the broken
the mirrors that the world broke
and get blamed for having sharp edges
I fall in love with the people on the side lines of every book
the people no one thinks twice about
I will put on my heaviest armour
and sand their sharp edges down till they're as smooth as skin
I will kiss their scars and wipe the sweat off their brows
“you've suffered enough,
you deserve rest.”
you can fuck a monk
and make love to baphomet
all in a new jersey bookstore
Once again, I want to cry
Don’t understand, why lie?
I gave my all but that wasn’t enough for you
Can’t understand, why speak words untrue?
I love you so much, this pain is unbearable
Any female next to you is incomparable
So many wrongs, yet so many rights
Love the good times, but hate the fights
Insecurities going on inside this mind
A girl like me, you can’t and won’t find
Can’t believe this feeling, thought you were my last girl
Feeling has me sick, can’t be without you in this world
Answer me this, how could you do this to me?
Tried my best to be the best wife I could be
How could I not be enough? Loved you, even with the secrets I know
Love you forever and it’s so sad you have to go
Alpha males - they fuck so deliciously wild, tough, stern too bad in the end they don't care or give a fuck please, want me so bad you can't contain yourself Pull my hair, slap my ass, I want all of this so much From a porno straight - made me oh so wet but he never cared! it's alright - we lost our minds it wasn't okay but it felt great kept me small and bound but you were all I want
alpha males you make me retch my whore and make me come I think I loved you,
it's sad but it's fucking true
but a light, a vision: I've seen your ilk I have to grow past your charm deep that animal spell all over me, it’s so good
but you make me feel so forlorn, left alone, and it can’t go on
I need to go further than your dick, thank you for unleashing my slut but I have to leave