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with a g

I’ll be the silver lining around your fence
Used to protect yourself from all the world
And its sharp teeth ’cause my open hand
And heart think you belong with me…

~*~

i’m made of

cigarette smoke

and whiskey

mixed with

liquid genocide

i’m made of

dead butterflies

in gloom boys’ stomachs

and a penchant for

red tape lies

.

you’re made of

sunlight haze

and lemonade twists

beyond a slice of

raspberry cake

you’re made of

quinine clemency

and natural blue

oh, that sideways smile

is all it takes

.

until i’m

unraveled bare

like a torn ragdoll

with a childish whim

and left in stitches

this candid spell

drowning ocean eyes

dear charlatan heart

you make a cynic

love the sweet bliss.

~*~

You were the light at the end of the hall
I followed bright signals sent my way
Because I’m steady day by day
So now I’m swimming in slow seconds with you…

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I personally prefer bleach to whiskey or wine.

“And do you really trust your tongue or did you bury the taste?
And is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made?”

~*~

And they don’t know

how many times

i hated myself over

the colour of my eyes

l a c k u s t re

g l o s s e d – o v e r

d u l l e d

by a ton of medications

that i take ironically

to bring a blush into my cheeks

some shade into my flesh

and yet the pastel pink

is far too bright

like it’s drawn on with a crayon

by a colourblind child

but no matter what i take

my blood remains the same hue

diluted into a disgusting

watercolour painting

and i have to create artworks with it

every time i cough

and every time i can’t go to sleep

they all say it’s

d i s g u s t i n g

s e l f i s h

a l m o s t  i n h u m a n

and i know, believe me

i know it better than anyone else

you don’t have to tell me again

the voices in my head

do a better job of telling me

but with every decrepit strand of hair

that falls off my deforested scalp

is another count of another hour

no—another minute

that i continue to waste oxygen

in this faultless fucking world

so i knock back my codeine

and i slowly close the

flickering bathroom lights

avoiding my pale judging gaze

on the toothpaste-stained mirror

as i leave to

continue existing in

w o r t h l e s s

f u t i l e

e n d l e s s  c y c l e s

of this monochrome facsimile

drinking it all in

and hating myself again

over the colour of my eyes,

how it doesn’t have any.

i don’t want to live anymore

and yet i simply hate myself far too much

to even attempt to end my misery

and so it goes.

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WhiskeyHands

I see the world, I been there, I’m on my ground
I made it rain in every city a thousand times
You work hard to get paid, that’s what it is
Bentleys and green leaves, that’s how I live
In the back VIP, that’s where you’ll see me
I’m spitting with the homies, I’m sipping Hennessy
Let the haters talk, you ain’t at my level
I’m rolling Continental, never sentimental…

~*~

stone cold

with a heart of gold

a talented man

kicking ass on the drums

funny and crazy

sweet and simply amazing

get the party started

with the cadence you departed

spittin’ rhymes to pass

smooth as glass

you’re a total badass

bitch, it’s wastywhiskeyhands

such a lanky giraffe

we just can’t get enough

of all the beats that you create

expectations you break

you’re keepin’ it true

we love the way that you do

you keep me so strong

when i go through my darker days alone

you’re an amazing inspiration

another motivation

even if my life is crying

your soul makes me keep on going

but now they all squeal

as if you were the devil

even though you’ve been so kind

and have a benevolent mind

but don’t listen to them

their words don’t mean a thing

all i know is you

and nothing else is true

so whatever their bullshit is

i won’t easily believe

because i know that you’re good

just like you are and should

and i’ll always be there for you

as you have been for me

and for all of us

without any hesitation or fuss

and i’ll give you all the faith i have

with every hope from you that i enjoy

i’ll support you completely

and love you very dearly

so please always stay tough,

my little drummer boy.

~*~

Get it, get it, bounce, bounce
Shake, shake, get money, get paid
We fucking own this city all night
I learned it at a young age gotta
Get money get paid, let’s get drunk tonight…

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blood and whiskey

You’ve got to quit your little charade
And join the freak parade
Now that your road has been paved
From conception to your grave
There are enormous things to do
Others’ practices to eschew
To be better than you is impossible to do
But the world won’t stop without you!

~*~

sin after sin

vice after vice

piling them all in

i’m done playing nice

underhanded pains

underage drinking

do i give a fuck

i’m slowly sinking?

being sober is too taxing

feeling is such a drag

overthinking is caustic

my heart is making me gag

bitter tastes good

and wrong feels right

let’s screw up my system

one by one tonight

one for flesh, mutilated

two for kidney, bathed in salt

three for liver, fried away

four for system, sleep default

five for the soul i thought

i could finally save then

but i revert into misery

again and again and again

where’s the harm

in a little indulgence

when all life’s given you

is bullshit and nonsense?

don’t know what i’m doing

i don’t want to even mind

all i care about is transgressions

and i’m falling behind

so numb i couldn’t even feel

the sound of my voice

and i laugh without smiling

a horrible fucking noise

trying to forget the mistakes

that i tallied in crimson

i’m cutting my pain in half

taking advice from king solomon

because innocence is fragile

and soon it will goddamn shatter

until your regretful stupidity

is all that even matters

sin after sin, vice after vice

it gets better they say, but fuck, it’s all lies

and i’m only trying to have some fun

in a hellhole of an existence that offers me none.

~*~

You’re only as elegant as your actions let you be
A piece of chaos related phylogenetically
To every living organ system, they’re siblings don’t you see
The earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly.

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