#drunkpoetsociety

[moonieleclairepeach]

You are the stars—I cannot reach you.

[thewandering-writer]

Pain is universal. It can bind strangers together in knots stronger than blood. Yet it is so personal, that no one but the person suffering can get themselves out of it.

- Sagar Singh

[lumonafox]

Garlic bread

Eatin' yeatin'

Kinda cheatin'

That's the T

Being punny

Kinda funny

Honeybee

So good nitte

I will bite

Imma good boy

Loot the booty

Kiss a cutie

Ship ahoy!

[euesworld]

"Kiss, kiss.. lickin' this dick and caressing it with beautiful lips, lipstick, flits across my skin in drips, chains and whips, when I taste your lips."

Flits across my skin - A drunken poem by a guy that just likes to smile, eUe

[christiantheoctopus]

Alchohol is the cure to depression. Thats it. Thats the post.

[mays-deathbed]

My poetry is just a hopeless rearrangement of words

And I am just a hopeless arrangement of limbs, too heavy to carry any longer

[mesmerizing-words]

“A story takes

Days to write

Months to read

A lifetime to live

And generations to forget”

[lifted-drifter]

it’s 11 pm on a Sunday

im lit off of 4 white claws

watching the hulk

life is good

and

I love my dogs

that is all

[thawarriorpoet]

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[mindseyeopen]

More angsty poetry. It's worth the read 😩🍺

[shuchiprasadink]

Despite all the things you were I only saw what you were not. . Art by @mish_matt_ . . . . . . . #poetsofinstagram #lovepoem #shuchiprasad #poetryinmotion #poetrypage #poetic #freeverse #poetryaccount #poetrycommunity #sadpoetry #micropoetry #poetrymonth #poetryslam #poetryaddict #poetrychallenge #poetryisnotdead #poetryandart #igwritersclub #poetssociety #drunkpoetsociety #amwriting #poetrypost #photopoetry #2linespoetry #passionofpoetry #poetrycommunity #bymepoetry #poetsofinsta #lovepoems #poetryloving (at Saint John's, Antigua and Barbuda) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByRhRcjgHeW/?igshid=12ss3zo7l4y1y

[kevins-short-stories-blog]

Throwing up mid sentence.

Had coffee with my gals that day, had a swell time. Caught up about current events, sipped some coffee, laughed and discussed the further details of a short film we had been working on.

The day soon turned to dusk. It was at that time that I received a call from my uncle. I answered promptly as I assumed it to be an emergency.

Hey, am at the bar.

He said.

Where are you at ?

To which I replied

On my way.

Clearly, an emergency had been answered.

Eagerly anticipating free drinks, I say my good byes, hop on to my ride and off to get hammered.

Neon lights.

Parking lot.

The night has fallen and the back entrance is lit with Christmas lights, even tho it isn’t Christmas anymore. I push the door open into the red hall ( one thing I love about this place is it’s decor, redneck red). I hear the clicking of glasses, loud TV screens, drunken rants and the unmistakable sounds of karaoke. It’s gonna be fun night.

We drink as the karaoke blasts on the background. Not a single good performance, but what do you expect on a Wednesday night.

We found ourselves having an amazing time. The karaoke performers provided us with a plethora of material. Cracking jokes left and right.

At some point of the night our conversation switched. We ended up having conversation of self determination and worth, trials and tribulations, which some how got us talking about Trevor Noah’s memoir. So, filled with liquor, enthusiasm, and determination, we headed to Barns and Noble.

Pay the tab (not me ). ✨

Piss (Didn’t wash hands). 🤷🏻‍♂️

Get in car.

Drove (not recommend).

Arrived.

We hot box the car for about 20 minutes. We chat for another 10 minutes and I feel my tummy rumble. I know this motion. I think we are all too familiar with that feeling.

My palms perspirate, throat feels gooey. I burp. I feel better. I win.

We keep laughing about a previous joke, we step out into the cold night. I shake the cold off and snug my sweater. Now the air hits me, here it comes with a vengeance, another growl from my bowels.

I can’t control my hysteria, I keep laughing uncontrollably. I still feel like I can manage the situation, so far, so good.

But now I have need to reply, as so is the nature of a conversation .

And it’s etiquette to reply while you’re hanging out, other wise why bother and hang out at all.

I lock the car. I turn towards my uncle, still laughing. I say

So wh..

🤮

... about we get some coffee

Right between the H and the A.

It dropped and gooey indeed it was. Not typical tho, more of a quadruple loogie in size and texture. In a matter of seconds, i acknowledged what had transpired.

Didn’t get in my way of my conversation as it shot out of my mouth as fast as I was talking. I gave it a quick glance just to make sure I wasn’t tripping out. I wasn’t.

My uncle didn’t even buckled. Didn’t even look down at it.

You don’t see that every day.

He said.

We laughed about it as we walk way.

[euesworld]

"As I sit here drinking this bitter, cheap, nasty wine.. a solitary kiss drips from my hot, wet lips towards your face, and I can't seem to help but to love you in every single way.. I love you."

I love you and I will never stop until the day that I am put six feet into the ground - eUe

[myy-dear-melancholyy]

[mays-deathbed]

Lost in life

I don't know

Who to be

What to do

All I know

Is there is

No way out

And I might be drowning

But I don't care

Because drowning

Might just be

The most beautiful thing

And these tears

Can only confirm

This drowning

Although it may kill me

Is healing my wounds

[iwentinthewoodsinthe50s]

Charlie’s Halloween Party

So on the Friday before Halloween Charlie threw a Halloween party and it was just pure chaos. Charlie was like okay yk what I’m gonna throw a Halloween party in the cave on Friday. We all agreed.

Charlie of course brought any alcohol he could get his hands on and brought it to the party which was expected. I donnt drink because I have the most severe fear of being sick. So I wasn’t gonna risk it. So this is what it looked like near the end.

*Charlie is completely wasted and is leaning on Knox for support*

*Knox is trying to have a conversation with a slightly tipsy Meeks who had a passed out Pitts drooling on his shoulder*

*Neil is the most sober person (other than me)*

*Todd isn’t exactly wasted but he sure wasn’t sober and he was leaning against me for support and playing clumsily with my hair*