Poll: Who got the drunkest??
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#1
So only a few of you survived your habits to stagger across the finish line with a poem. If any of you finished & didn't send, or want to submit something still, I'd be open to collecting/writing some more (very soon). This is the most entertaining competition to compile, despite all the uploading and such. I especially enjoyed a look at a night on the town with Andre <3 But for now here are those poems. One round of voting. NOTE: Everyone gets their own post to accommodate all the images and make it fair so I don’t split some people off while others are in the main post. Look at them all a before voting. I'll include usernames so we can poke fun at each other, but try to vote based on which drunk poem you liked the best. Enjoy!

[sorry for the inexplicable delays and constant putting off of posting this. definitely procrastinated beyond normalcy. shamefully.]


Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Last edited by jiminizzle at Feb 26, 2014,
#2
Seventh Angel:














Selling Out

Look how few we have become;
sloppily rhyming drunk with fun.

We aren't true,
just remainders of what we once were.
Shouting out for motivation
isn't even natural anymore.
We have nothing to cheer ourselves for,
except for the urge to laugh
unpreocupied
as you realize
you're coming-of-age
when your friends claim you've aged.

This is simply past.
My fingernails darkened by Eristoff Black drips,
losing tact on my fingertips,
drying my dehidrated lips
so it feels like sandpaper when we kiss.

It's this attrition that makes us
unbalance on the granite
where we wobble on with
a gait more tied than our laces.
We have an undue hunger
as in everything in life
and we're never fed up,
except of what we are.

I wish I could smoke right now;
it'd give that tormented artist gaze
that makes misery look so cool
when you know what to do with it.

But instead, I just complain,
and complaining is so pop

that it's easy to hate.


Selling Out

Look how few we have become;
sloppily rhyming drunk with fun.

We aren't true,
just remainders of what we once were.
Shouting out for motivation
isn't even natural anymore.
We have nothing to cheer ourselves for,
except for the urge to laugh
unpreocupied
as you realize
you're coming-of-age
when your friends claim you've aged.

This is simply past.
My fingernails darkened by Eristoff Black drips,
losing tact on my fingertips,
drying my dehidrated lips
so it feels like "lixa" when we kiss.

É este atrito que nos faz desequilibrar
no granito once cambaleamos,
com um andar mais enlaçado
que os nossos atacadores.
Temos uma fome desmedida
como em tudo na vida
e nunca estamos cheios,
excepto do que somos.

I wish I could smoke right now;
it'd give that tormented artist gaze
that maked misery look so cool
when you know what to do with it.

But instead, I just complain,
and complaining is so pop

that it's easy to hate.
Last edited by jiminizzle at Feb 27, 2014,
#3
Final:


"week one: quitting this shit while feeling like shit"


let's fill our lungs with cement
inhale the deepest of breaths and forget our regrets.
"it's better than a fucking cigarette"

- a wet handprint to dry as to remind us of a time when we were young and innocent.

"remember when we used to ride bike past empty roads compared to now, driving half broke-down cars to our warehouse homes?"
life was such a simple thing.

let's fill our lungs with cement.
i can't deal with this shitty management,
a paycheck is useless without happiness.

let's fill our lungs with cement.
let's make this fucking concrete.

i need a cigarette.
i need a cigarette.
i need;
something to forget.
fucking jim, fucking beam.
let's fill our lungs with..
#4
Stratkat:




Golden like Mich Golden
I miss you
Or maybe I just miss being loved
Either way, you win.

I call, you answer
I call, you answer
I call, you scream
I need to stop
I need to stop

Copenhagen between my teeth
Like my brothers and father before me
With a knack for
An addictive personality

Might as well have been
Born with a bottle
My old man loves the whiskey
I got his taste,
But not his self control

I get this feeling that no one loves me
And I don’t really trust anybody

But, Goddamnit, I’m okay
Please stop asking.
#5
jiminizzle:

Gonna show off the sweet pad I was living in up in the mountains so you get the vibe of the night. Basically my life in a room.










link [tell me if it doesn't work]: http://pho.to/4p1oh

The Idea of God; Attic Bats; Sleeping in the Living Room, Midwinter
Wilting hydrangeas
grandmothers house
snow cold through window panes, the sofa
as good as any I’ve seen (did you see the stain?)
you could be that girl
this is the first I’ve heard of him
the ornaments glisten in
strung lights
It’s been so long since I’ve seen you
S., has the road reminded you of me
the west coast
deserts and redwood trees
my favorite things
there is a house I go to
that I’ve never been in
there’s a bay window in the front, the kitchen nearby
it faces west, a piano against the opposite wall
it is always sunset
there are other houses near
there isn’t much of a view
its not my dream house but it’s
what I dream about
the light is always yellow,
[I f
#6
Eccer:

Fire, caress me


Some sort of morning "together we will live forever" the words whispering me to sleep.


I find solace in words, in every creek
I find the beauty of these hills to resemble the fire I sung.

The poem I wrote some time ago
obviously inspired, but somehow blossomed over time
an offspring that gave birth
to rivers and lies..


Let not winter mark and blessed be her, Mary.
Nor saintly sins or she's my burden now, the biggest mistake I've ever made.


...three weeks left of solitude


"And the winds would caress me, a being of thoughts to elevate besides me. A wisp in contour, a flower to rid the fear"

Fucking piece of bullshit.



The fire has no breath again..


the sundown illuminating where I was


a scorched grove, midst my last book


to be read..


on a piece of flesh


a piece of rotting wh



Fire, caress me
#7
Vintage x Metal:




Power Relations
have you ever felt like a slave??


Authority loves you until you turn

unless it is ruled by something else that
must defend you

(if you are a tool for money -


the hammer hits the nail
the hammer hits your nail
you curse
you throw the hammer

you carry on
and blame yourself)


(if you are a tool for comfort -


you kiss the soldier
he smiles
you kiss him again
he smiles
you kiss another soldier
he smiles
the first one hits his face
the first one hits your gut
he curses
you cry
he curses

you smile

you carry on
and blame yourself)
#11
yeah i really liked this one. your pics would have been much appreciated though! maybe again soon, with less delay.

any more votes? got a huge tie. maybe everyone just is meant to win in a drunk comp.


Quote by seventh_angel
Jimi is looking at the drinks so unhappily

Also, just noticed there's a typo in mine, it's "makes", not "maked". But whatever ^^


yeah, it was gettin to that point
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me