Dramatic Miss Chriss
can’t handle her piss.
Attention is what she most craves.
Big tantrums & tears
after just a few beers.
is how she behaves.
alcohol, beer, drug use, Lifestyle, Low times, poetry, random
abusive, Anger, attention, drama queen, drunk, emotional, guaranteed, hypocrite, sister
Little Miss Chriss
should give up the piss.
Alcohol isn’t her friend.
After two or three beers,
she’ll turn on the tears…
It’s a performance, I don’t recommend.
alcohol, beer, emotions, Lifestyle, Low times, poetry, random, recreational
Alcohol, alcoholic, beers, booze, crying, Groundhog Day, guarantee, unhealthy, wallowing
I swung from the ceiling,
till it all crashed down.
Bang, crash and sawdust,
Red wine, egg, clown.
My sis came and saved me,
She cooked me some food.
Iv been talking her ear off,
She’s been calming my mood.
alcohol, drugs, emotions, Grief, Lifestyle, poetry, random, relationships, swinging
Anger, calm, chicken dinner, crash, drunk, emotional, love, MaryJane, sisters, swinging, vent, wine
Smoke drifting through the air.
and the comfort level deepens.
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beer, beers, comfort, friends, Good friends, marijuana, Mary-Jane, relaxing
Half a bottle of Tequila
Words that needed to be said.
Words were said in no uncertain terms.
Half a bottle of Tequila.
I dropped a question by surprise
and worry flickered in your eye’s
as you quickly thought up lies
to back up other past denies.
You’re fooled to think I’m none the wise,
that I’d ignore instinctive cries.
The you I loved I now despise,
Dishonest words brought our demise.
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honesty, intuition, Liar, lie-detect, lies, moving on, racing, Truth, underestimated, untrustworthy
I bottle my pain
to keep it all for myself.
Deep inside its contained
locked away on a shelf.
I sedate it with vices
any numb I can find.
I can block out my heart
but i can’t still my mind…
is my friend
I come out of my shell.
Relaxation and smiles
and laughter as well.
It helps my grief thaw,
and my heart see the light,
it lifts the weight from my soul
at least for tonight….
“I’m so sorry I cheated, I was drunk…”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was too high to know what I was doing…”
“I only took the money because I needed to get high…”
“I promise I’ll give up tomorrow…”
What a crock of shit.
Liars, cheaters, thieves and abusers give drugs and alcohol a bad name.
The best thing i can do, is have a beer, and a snort.
Hangover Healer Juice (takeonthechallenge.wordpress.com)
Common Symptoms of a Hangover (biology.answers.com)
I love drinking beer. I don’t consider myself to be an alcoholic because I don’t drink alot of alcohol and I rarely get drunk. I just simply love beer. Someone once told me that if you have an alcoholic drink (even just 1) at the same time every day, so that it becomes part of your routine, then you are an alcoholic… That sounds like a load of codswallop to me! I don’t believe a word of it!
What is wrong with just simply liking beer? Why would anyone even care about how much beer I do or don’t drink? If I had to, I could, and would give up every habit I have – yes, even smoking. . .
But I will never, ever give up beer.
I drink alone, yeah with nobody else.
When I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.