I recently stopped drinking as much. Well, ever since I returned to the US from Taiwan, I don’t drink as much as before, especially after getting my health report back. Also, I just don’t really lose the urge to want to get drunk. I don’t really like that feeling over feeling like I can’t do shit the next day and or not being able to control myself when I’m too blacked out drunk. I’ve also fought the urge of
Sandy
The announcement came as a sock for all of us while we were having a drink. She had passed her exams and she was leaving for America.
Stef
“Is this a love story or just a story of drinking and falling down?” He didn’t look well: he looked tired and his eyes were not focussing on me, but my critical opinions did not deserve close scrutiny. It was not pleasant to be part of the problem. This was making me sick too. “You don’t need to answer,” I said. This is not going to end well, no matter what is said.”
I drink not from strange fountains. I quench my thirst only from the right place. They mock me and call me a fool. Some tempt me. But try as they might they cannot but advertise in vain. I have tasted from the true fountain. Here I stand to drink from it again.
this is the second time i have written about drinking. im tired of it. the subject needs to change. there’s more to this life than just drinking. its just a dumb pastitme that people use to get past their issues and challenges as opposed to other things that one could do.
Tolu
It’s incredible. Different people think very differently when they hear the question, “would you like to go for a drink?” A drink means many different things to many different people. For some it’s an escape, for some its an opportunity to socialize and connect with others, and for others it is a time of self reflection or even brooding; ‘drink’ is one of those words that means something different to every individual…
Silence Dogood
i find the facetious mantra
repeating over and over
drink me in
spit me out
drink me in
spit me out
repetitive and self serving
why say something more than once
if your word is bond
and you’re talking to yourself
what does it matter
we should be able to convince ourselves of our truth
otherwise it’s a lie
Matt m.
beer food potato friends party crazy deserve nice fries
Alicia
He took a sip, then a long draw as he suddenly recognized how thirsty he was. How much more he had ignored his needs he didn’t know. But the one thing he knew more than anything was that this wasn’t going to be the last time. Not by a long shot.
I drank the drink unwillingly. This is not what I wanted. I wanted this to go a different way. But here I was now, drinking to bring me back to that night. I needed to know what truly happened by whatever means necessary.
Cheyenne Aeternum
I lap it up. lap lap lap. clear black, onyx jade mineral crystal water. it slips beneath my fingertips and down into my stomach. a dark place. a hollow cave. I carve out a place for myself among the dead and dusted.
ae
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I always forget to drink water. I’m always parched by the end of the day. But do you think I want to drink water. NO. I cannot force myself to do it no matter what!
Aoife
i tell you the secret is at the bottom of the cup
you turn it upwards in fear
and chug, chug, chug
but not this one
or the next one
will ever be enough
that is the secret
and you never grew up
j.d.
go to the edge of the forest
where the river is
and lower yourself
to your knees
feel long grasses
hear the water moving
slowly
placidly
she dips her hand into the water
her naked hand,
she lifts it to her lips
and drinks
j.d.
its been hard not to take a sip from the cup. it was tempting me all day. one of the things that got me riled up was the fact that we were all banned from experiencing the one thing that we all needed. it was told to us by king larry that there was an important serum that would give one immortal life; however, because we were plebians we were all banned from taking it. this is something that we all decided needed to start a revolution. i got up took my bags and delievered them to the nearest post office and said “here sir. here ya go.”. take everything importnat that belonged to me that i own because clearly my life doesn’t matter to all of the likes of you. and you know what he said, he said “you’re right”. and you know what, “they don’t even care about me to”. so i asked him why he helps out a system that doesn’t help him. he thus proceeded to ask me the same thing. to which i replied that we’re all sheep.
Tolu
Quenching one’s thirst is important but what about our earth which is drying up due to global warming.
Amritha Prem
i like to drink a lot because i’m an alcoholic. my favorite drink is jack daniels and malibu. one of the reasons that i like to drink a lot is because i have a lot of problems and i just want to drink all my problms away. i think i had a lot of trauma growing up so the drinks help me stabilize all my issues and view them as if they’re things that aren’t even there. one of the things that i really like about how i feel after i drink is when im not aware of my surroundings and then i just bump into a whole lot of things. it allows me to forget my problems and believe that none of them are there. that’s the type of life that i choose to live. the end
Tolu
Drink this.
I’m not thirsty.
It does not matter if you are thirsty. Drink this.
Aimee A.
The water soothed his parched throat as he swallowed quickly, forgetting to breathe for a moment as he chugs the bottle of water. The sun beat down on him and he wiped away sweat forming on his brow.
Andrew
I drink a lot of things. I drink energy drinks, coffee, teas. I once thought of a super power that has to do with drinking. It was the power to become whatever I had last drunk. I got the idea from the series The Flash.
To drink means to swallow a liquid like juice, milk, and more.
laydeekye
i drink in the knowledge of
the dreams i have had haggard
i want to be liked
i want people to believe i am good
instead of a loss
a loser locked in lies unseen
a smoke and mirror game played by fools
to tie my self worth to my success
is a dangerous brew indeed
Matt m.
sitting here wondering wander
when will it happen for me
take a sip gulp
drink from the cup of
wanting
equality
comparing eventuality
compare unreality
realistic rituals
wishing waiting
wondering wander
Matt m.
In the moment, she didn’t know what to do. Her internal world was frantic but somber at the same time. She desperately wanted to seem fine, but she was afraid she wasn’t pulling it off and that everyone could see right through her. Everything in her wanted out of the situation. She wanted to avoid it altogether. Avoid the sadness, the want, the dying hope that seemed to never die completely, the insecurity, the images in front of her, the disappointing certainty of her reality. But she was stuck there, so she smiled, danced, and went for another drink and another, hoping it would eventually help her escape one way or another.
okayfine
One too many? Well, she wasn’t exactly bursting, was she? So why did that bar-maid say she had one too many. She clung tightly to her companion. “You have something at home?”
He nodded.”A wife.”
Fran Hunne
so when I go out to restaurants, I typically get something to drink. The only thing is, I start with water because it is free and work my way up to a more expensive beverage. You know; like kool aid. Then, when my check comes back I always wonder, why is my bill so high. The kool aid was only 3 dollars, why am I paying so much for one bill? Then I realize, they charged me for water They charged me for a tasteless drink.
Sephora Zamire
She smiled and nodded again giggling to herself as she slid the drink towards him. “No seriously, this one is on me, women should be allowed to buy a man a drink once in a while too.” He paused feeling a little charmed by the gesture slowly grabbed the tumbler to take a sip. It was a good whiskey sour, the bartender knew what he was doing.
He set the glass down and looked back at her. She was very attractive and she was wearing a long red dress, or perhaps the dress was wearing her. It had been a while since he had been engaged by a woman like this and he was a little rusty with his flirting. “Divorced?” she asked nodding towards his left hand. He still had the telltale tan lines of wedding ring on this finger. “Widowed actually…I only recently got the strength to finally remove the ring.” He had not intended for the conversation to turn so sullen so quickly. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I never would have guessed” she said in a surprised tone of voice. A long pause ensued and he took another big sip of his drink.
Her soft voice broke the silence “it’s probably for the best” she said slowly and coldly while looking straight ahead. He was shocked by her response. “Come again?” he asked. He was starting to feel a bit loopy from the strong drink and figured he misheard her. “The dead wife, it makes things a lot easier for me.” This time he knew he heard right, and he didn’t know whether to be angry by her rude comment or impressed by her boldness.
She saw his conflicted expression and giggled. “Enjoying the drink?” she asked. He glanced at the glass, now it was really starting to kick in, he wondered if he was always such a lightweight. He mumbled “yea..itss goood.” His arms were starting to feel heavy. “Good! What I mean is that I don’t need another woman at home worrying about you or trying to find you.” His brain shot back to sobriety at her words and for a brief moment he realized his drink had been spiked. As he collapsed he grunted “oh shiiiit” and a loud thud echoed across the empty bar as he hit the floor.
Looking up with blurry vision he could see the woman and bartender speaking to each other but he couldn’t hear their words, then she walked out of sight. The bartender came around to stand over him “Okay buddy, what the lady says goes around here, and she says she has big plans for you. Have a good sleep.” and he passed out just as he felt the bartender grabbing his feet.
Kristian Pierce
The woman in the red coat sits down at the corner of the outside bar, where the sun hits her shoulders at such an angle that the velvet ripples like Moses’ Red Sea. She crosses one leg over the other, showing off the silver buckles on her Italian shoes, and orders a drink strong enough to knock out a giant with an alcohol problem.
Belinda Roddie
Nerine sat at the foot of the steps, watching as William idled away at the flowers.
“I bought you some lemonade.” When she spoke, he nearly jumped ten feet in the air.
“Oh? Uh, thanks!” He laughed, feeling even more embarrassed by the amused expression on her face.
God, it was so difficult to look at her, especially after…
Chantel
Down the throat and into the soul, trying to fill an endless hole.
Blurry scenes take the place of feelings as we avoid the unavoidable.
Shatter it all.
Lizzie
we are going to drink on Thursday, how long has it been since the last time i got drunk !!
She sipped her water obligatorily, watching him the whole time. He rolled his eyes and went back to his reading. Her head was still pounding so she was struggling to maintain a level of civility towards him. “I can’t believe that you are annoyed with me for not feeling well.”
“I’m not annoyed with you. Drink your water.”
I recently stopped drinking as much. Well, ever since I returned to the US from Taiwan, I don’t drink as much as before, especially after getting my health report back. Also, I just don’t really lose the urge to want to get drunk. I don’t really like that feeling over feeling like I can’t do shit the next day and or not being able to control myself when I’m too blacked out drunk. I’ve also fought the urge of
The announcement came as a sock for all of us while we were having a drink. She had passed her exams and she was leaving for America.
“Is this a love story or just a story of drinking and falling down?” He didn’t look well: he looked tired and his eyes were not focussing on me, but my critical opinions did not deserve close scrutiny. It was not pleasant to be part of the problem. This was making me sick too. “You don’t need to answer,” I said. This is not going to end well, no matter what is said.”
I drink not from strange fountains. I quench my thirst only from the right place. They mock me and call me a fool. Some tempt me. But try as they might they cannot but advertise in vain. I have tasted from the true fountain. Here I stand to drink from it again.
this is the second time i have written about drinking. im tired of it. the subject needs to change. there’s more to this life than just drinking. its just a dumb pastitme that people use to get past their issues and challenges as opposed to other things that one could do.
It’s incredible. Different people think very differently when they hear the question, “would you like to go for a drink?” A drink means many different things to many different people. For some it’s an escape, for some its an opportunity to socialize and connect with others, and for others it is a time of self reflection or even brooding; ‘drink’ is one of those words that means something different to every individual…
i find the facetious mantra
repeating over and over
drink me in
spit me out
drink me in
spit me out
repetitive and self serving
why say something more than once
if your word is bond
and you’re talking to yourself
what does it matter
we should be able to convince ourselves of our truth
otherwise it’s a lie
beer food potato friends party crazy deserve nice fries
He took a sip, then a long draw as he suddenly recognized how thirsty he was. How much more he had ignored his needs he didn’t know. But the one thing he knew more than anything was that this wasn’t going to be the last time. Not by a long shot.
I drank the drink unwillingly. This is not what I wanted. I wanted this to go a different way. But here I was now, drinking to bring me back to that night. I needed to know what truly happened by whatever means necessary.
I lap it up. lap lap lap. clear black, onyx jade mineral crystal water. it slips beneath my fingertips and down into my stomach. a dark place. a hollow cave. I carve out a place for myself among the dead and dusted.
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I always forget to drink water. I’m always parched by the end of the day. But do you think I want to drink water. NO. I cannot force myself to do it no matter what!
i tell you the secret is at the bottom of the cup
you turn it upwards in fear
and chug, chug, chug
but not this one
or the next one
will ever be enough
that is the secret
and you never grew up
go to the edge of the forest
where the river is
and lower yourself
to your knees
feel long grasses
hear the water moving
slowly
placidly
she dips her hand into the water
her naked hand,
she lifts it to her lips
and drinks
its been hard not to take a sip from the cup. it was tempting me all day. one of the things that got me riled up was the fact that we were all banned from experiencing the one thing that we all needed. it was told to us by king larry that there was an important serum that would give one immortal life; however, because we were plebians we were all banned from taking it. this is something that we all decided needed to start a revolution. i got up took my bags and delievered them to the nearest post office and said “here sir. here ya go.”. take everything importnat that belonged to me that i own because clearly my life doesn’t matter to all of the likes of you. and you know what he said, he said “you’re right”. and you know what, “they don’t even care about me to”. so i asked him why he helps out a system that doesn’t help him. he thus proceeded to ask me the same thing. to which i replied that we’re all sheep.
Quenching one’s thirst is important but what about our earth which is drying up due to global warming.
i like to drink a lot because i’m an alcoholic. my favorite drink is jack daniels and malibu. one of the reasons that i like to drink a lot is because i have a lot of problems and i just want to drink all my problms away. i think i had a lot of trauma growing up so the drinks help me stabilize all my issues and view them as if they’re things that aren’t even there. one of the things that i really like about how i feel after i drink is when im not aware of my surroundings and then i just bump into a whole lot of things. it allows me to forget my problems and believe that none of them are there. that’s the type of life that i choose to live. the end
Drink this.
I’m not thirsty.
It does not matter if you are thirsty. Drink this.
The water soothed his parched throat as he swallowed quickly, forgetting to breathe for a moment as he chugs the bottle of water. The sun beat down on him and he wiped away sweat forming on his brow.
I drink a lot of things. I drink energy drinks, coffee, teas. I once thought of a super power that has to do with drinking. It was the power to become whatever I had last drunk. I got the idea from the series The Flash.
To drink means to swallow a liquid like juice, milk, and more.
i drink in the knowledge of
the dreams i have had haggard
i want to be liked
i want people to believe i am good
instead of a loss
a loser locked in lies unseen
a smoke and mirror game played by fools
to tie my self worth to my success
is a dangerous brew indeed
sitting here wondering wander
when will it happen for me
take a sip gulp
drink from the cup of
wanting
equality
comparing eventuality
compare unreality
realistic rituals
wishing waiting
wondering wander
In the moment, she didn’t know what to do. Her internal world was frantic but somber at the same time. She desperately wanted to seem fine, but she was afraid she wasn’t pulling it off and that everyone could see right through her. Everything in her wanted out of the situation. She wanted to avoid it altogether. Avoid the sadness, the want, the dying hope that seemed to never die completely, the insecurity, the images in front of her, the disappointing certainty of her reality. But she was stuck there, so she smiled, danced, and went for another drink and another, hoping it would eventually help her escape one way or another.
One too many? Well, she wasn’t exactly bursting, was she? So why did that bar-maid say she had one too many. She clung tightly to her companion. “You have something at home?”
He nodded.”A wife.”
so when I go out to restaurants, I typically get something to drink. The only thing is, I start with water because it is free and work my way up to a more expensive beverage. You know; like kool aid. Then, when my check comes back I always wonder, why is my bill so high. The kool aid was only 3 dollars, why am I paying so much for one bill? Then I realize, they charged me for water They charged me for a tasteless drink.
She smiled and nodded again giggling to herself as she slid the drink towards him. “No seriously, this one is on me, women should be allowed to buy a man a drink once in a while too.” He paused feeling a little charmed by the gesture slowly grabbed the tumbler to take a sip. It was a good whiskey sour, the bartender knew what he was doing.
He set the glass down and looked back at her. She was very attractive and she was wearing a long red dress, or perhaps the dress was wearing her. It had been a while since he had been engaged by a woman like this and he was a little rusty with his flirting. “Divorced?” she asked nodding towards his left hand. He still had the telltale tan lines of wedding ring on this finger. “Widowed actually…I only recently got the strength to finally remove the ring.” He had not intended for the conversation to turn so sullen so quickly. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I never would have guessed” she said in a surprised tone of voice. A long pause ensued and he took another big sip of his drink.
Her soft voice broke the silence “it’s probably for the best” she said slowly and coldly while looking straight ahead. He was shocked by her response. “Come again?” he asked. He was starting to feel a bit loopy from the strong drink and figured he misheard her. “The dead wife, it makes things a lot easier for me.” This time he knew he heard right, and he didn’t know whether to be angry by her rude comment or impressed by her boldness.
She saw his conflicted expression and giggled. “Enjoying the drink?” she asked. He glanced at the glass, now it was really starting to kick in, he wondered if he was always such a lightweight. He mumbled “yea..itss goood.” His arms were starting to feel heavy. “Good! What I mean is that I don’t need another woman at home worrying about you or trying to find you.” His brain shot back to sobriety at her words and for a brief moment he realized his drink had been spiked. As he collapsed he grunted “oh shiiiit” and a loud thud echoed across the empty bar as he hit the floor.
Looking up with blurry vision he could see the woman and bartender speaking to each other but he couldn’t hear their words, then she walked out of sight. The bartender came around to stand over him “Okay buddy, what the lady says goes around here, and she says she has big plans for you. Have a good sleep.” and he passed out just as he felt the bartender grabbing his feet.
The woman in the red coat sits down at the corner of the outside bar, where the sun hits her shoulders at such an angle that the velvet ripples like Moses’ Red Sea. She crosses one leg over the other, showing off the silver buckles on her Italian shoes, and orders a drink strong enough to knock out a giant with an alcohol problem.
Nerine sat at the foot of the steps, watching as William idled away at the flowers.
“I bought you some lemonade.” When she spoke, he nearly jumped ten feet in the air.
“Oh? Uh, thanks!” He laughed, feeling even more embarrassed by the amused expression on her face.
God, it was so difficult to look at her, especially after…
Down the throat and into the soul, trying to fill an endless hole.
Blurry scenes take the place of feelings as we avoid the unavoidable.
Shatter it all.
we are going to drink on Thursday, how long has it been since the last time i got drunk !!
Sometimes, he makes me need a drink.
She sipped her water obligatorily, watching him the whole time. He rolled his eyes and went back to his reading. Her head was still pounding so she was struggling to maintain a level of civility towards him. “I can’t believe that you are annoyed with me for not feeling well.”
“I’m not annoyed with you. Drink your water.”