Self-destruction.
The alcohol was like fire rushing down his throat, threatening to incinerate him.
He couldn’t help thinking that being burned alive would be a blessing — it’d sure as hell be a lot less painful than what she did to him.
whiskey again? i’d have thought we’d move past this. why not vodka? or gin? hell, at this point i’ll take a swift kick to the balls, but not whiskey again.
You chug down whiskey
so mindlessly;
In your attempt to wash down
all the hurt
all the pain
It doesn’t work;
Whiskey isn’t like rain
that washes away all the dirt.
laughalot
It burned all the way down. It even burned my skin as the drip that missed my mouth rolled down my chin. It left a tingle like a good face astringent! Why would one drink astringent? Other than to attempt to clean the soul.
its a type of alcohol taht i enjoy. i don’t drink too much of it because i don´t particularly fancy drinking, but it´s a good type of drink to know about and drink from time to time. i like scotch, or at least the idea of it sometimes. i{m not an alcohol drinker but whiskey is alright sometimes.
guillermo
whiskey is the name of a windowsill that you sit on to remember your youth. drown in the peat clarity of the glass, why is that woman drinking whiskey? because she is a woman true. not a man’s drink ever, whiskey is a feminist.
the whiskey ran down the table
spilt on to the floor
she banged her head
against the door
roya
ohhh whiskey scour of men and fearmonger of women, women should definitely drink you more often just to wipe the smirks off their faces. peaty piss you are, killed by coke and asunder to duties!
jane.paulette
It’s a whiskey sour kind of night, one of those where we can kick back and listen to soft guitars, chattering as though there wasn’t a care in the world.
it’s the smell of summer cottages, sweaty skin against skin, beautiful night in living moments — don’t forget I love, I love, I love you.
So let’s enjoy these last moments, sipping lemons until life takes them back.
it is an alcoholoic beverage. you get drunk quick and cant rememebber what hapened the next day. it can make you throw up if you take too much!!!!!! usually this is a drink to take if you are going to be responssible and know how to have a good time. this like other alchoholic bev. is something that had to age over time. The older it gets the better it will taste.
Perla
I drink whiskey and it makes me forget about my troubles. I create new memories with friends as we just relax and roll with the punches. It warms my throat as it goes down and warms my heart as it muddles the bad into the good.
CG
Whisky is the essence of forgetting. One drinks whisky to put aside all their feelings, let loose, and have fun. However they forget how intixicarting whisky can be, thus they fall into a cloud of confusion
Whiskey gave me chills as it slid down my throat that evening. I sat at the bar in a dim room ridden with the smell of old leather and thought fondly of better times with better people. I wondered if Hemingway found himself in this very position often, and felt better knowing greatness had grazed the drowned-out bars of empty streets once, too.
Michele Ramirez
whiskey is not the only smell that permeates the pillow case as you sleep with you lazy mouth open
i can smell the smoke and the lipstick that is not mine
nor any of the girls i know at that bar
and you shift so easily like this bed isn’t uncomfortable and hasn’t been for the past three years
so you cough
and i punch you in the face
Amanda Drozd
Bourbon, Jim Beam, Tennessee, barrells, hangovers, Kentucky, Jack Daniels, Southern Comfort
Josh Bailey
Never had it. One can hardly feel a titch of desire over something not once tasted. Sort of like love I suppose…
Whiskey you’re the devil, you’re leading me astray. Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay. You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tea. And whiskey you’re my darling drunk or sober.
And that’s the chorus to “Whiskey You’re the Devil”
whiskey
beer bottles
that’s what she’s goin to see
he’s gonna be there
no one takes their eyes off me
but when she walks in
baby in hand
they’re gonna pull out whiskey
and beer cans
celebrate
the day’s not over
say hello to him
she’ll never stop by ur house
with that baby on her hip…
whiskey bottles never looked so good
that blaze is watchin you
responsible parent
look what they’re gonna do to you
baby, baby
please don’t fall
this is your future home
beer bottles
cans
all on the floor
cradling empty hands
baby, baby
never falter
don’t you worry bout him
mama’s gonna get thru it all
this is ur future home
after all…
<3
andy Ell
Ah, the soothing burn of the booze, scarcely disguised by soda, as it trickles down my gullet and warms mah belly! The mild warmth works its way through my burbling blood and eeks its way into my brain.
Alcohol. Just blame it on the alcohol. And my alcohol of choice happens to be whiskey, and Ricky new that. So he poured shot after shot of whiskey until was just inebriated enough to go home with him.
CJ
The whiskey on his breath reached the room before he did. Everyone sensed it. They knew what was coming next. She brushed the crumbs off the coffee table and avoided his gaze.
Katherine
I watched this weird movie that is called Hotrod it was so funny the main guy can’t say whiskey right. He says the wh sound wrong.
whiskey again? I’ve said it already, I remember you. The break down bottles, the whining and the crying, i wish the memories would all go away. Tomorrow’s a new day and a fresh start. I can win it all. Let me just snap out of it, and wake up. Time to live, time to smile. Let go of everything else.
is a wine i think but i really dont know or care but alot of people drink it during games or a party.
stavroscastilllo
another shot of whiskey. oh how the world works with my thoughts. i miss you. why’d this word have to come up? now i’m smiling. i was in such a bad mood, but now it’s all gone. i need you now, i honestly do. why don’t you just message me already? i’m thinking too much aren’t i? ohwell, come back.
Bea Pedrosa
whiskey was always his drink of choice. slamming them home as if he were trying to reach hell tonight, yet this dingy bar wouldn’t be the place of his death. what moments passed and choices made brought such a man to such a place to such a point?
John Byrnes
never tried it. maybe i should. but i makes me think of my stomach flue….. so nooo.
Laura
the room was smoky, dark and the lingering scent of whiskey filled to nostrils of Roxanne and her pet, the pub was burning down and she was pleased to witness its eventual destruction.
is a dark liquid that dries your lips on a Saturday night. The air in the room is cold, you elbows are on the bar.
marty goodman
Everyone is doing it, and I can’t sand it. I want it to just go away, the discussion the memories. But it’s fun too, and we do it together. We walk around like silly people, talk like silly people. And that’s it . That’s all there is. People talking, memories being made, silliness ensues. And well, that’s it i guess. Wish it wasn’t around though.
Karenis
drunk. drunken breath. getting beaten. dirty men. scruffy beard. lazy eyes. sleep. pass out. falling. violent. violence. dads. fathers. poor children. all money towards alcohol. bar. murder. car crash. driving home. death.
Nicole
I dont know what whiskey is like. I bet it taste really bad. I want to taste it anyways. Ill do it with Lady Gaga and we’ll have so much fun together. We’ll be so drunk we’ll barf on everyone and say HAHAHA what bitches!
Juanstin
whiskey eyes, your eyes are the amber color of whiskey and grain and I’d like to drink them because they are the one part of you that will stop touching me and just look for once
Self-destruction.
The alcohol was like fire rushing down his throat, threatening to incinerate him.
He couldn’t help thinking that being burned alive would be a blessing — it’d sure as hell be a lot less painful than what she did to him.
whiskey again? i’d have thought we’d move past this. why not vodka? or gin? hell, at this point i’ll take a swift kick to the balls, but not whiskey again.
You chug down whiskey
so mindlessly;
In your attempt to wash down
all the hurt
all the pain
It doesn’t work;
Whiskey isn’t like rain
that washes away all the dirt.
It burned all the way down. It even burned my skin as the drip that missed my mouth rolled down my chin. It left a tingle like a good face astringent! Why would one drink astringent? Other than to attempt to clean the soul.
its a type of alcohol taht i enjoy. i don’t drink too much of it because i don´t particularly fancy drinking, but it´s a good type of drink to know about and drink from time to time. i like scotch, or at least the idea of it sometimes. i{m not an alcohol drinker but whiskey is alright sometimes.
whiskey is the name of a windowsill that you sit on to remember your youth. drown in the peat clarity of the glass, why is that woman drinking whiskey? because she is a woman true. not a man’s drink ever, whiskey is a feminist.
the whiskey ran down the table
spilt on to the floor
she banged her head
against the door
ohhh whiskey scour of men and fearmonger of women, women should definitely drink you more often just to wipe the smirks off their faces. peaty piss you are, killed by coke and asunder to duties!
It’s a whiskey sour kind of night, one of those where we can kick back and listen to soft guitars, chattering as though there wasn’t a care in the world.
it’s the smell of summer cottages, sweaty skin against skin, beautiful night in living moments — don’t forget I love, I love, I love you.
So let’s enjoy these last moments, sipping lemons until life takes them back.
it is an alcoholoic beverage. you get drunk quick and cant rememebber what hapened the next day. it can make you throw up if you take too much!!!!!! usually this is a drink to take if you are going to be responssible and know how to have a good time. this like other alchoholic bev. is something that had to age over time. The older it gets the better it will taste.
I drink whiskey and it makes me forget about my troubles. I create new memories with friends as we just relax and roll with the punches. It warms my throat as it goes down and warms my heart as it muddles the bad into the good.
Whisky is the essence of forgetting. One drinks whisky to put aside all their feelings, let loose, and have fun. However they forget how intixicarting whisky can be, thus they fall into a cloud of confusion
Whiskey gave me chills as it slid down my throat that evening. I sat at the bar in a dim room ridden with the smell of old leather and thought fondly of better times with better people. I wondered if Hemingway found himself in this very position often, and felt better knowing greatness had grazed the drowned-out bars of empty streets once, too.
whiskey is not the only smell that permeates the pillow case as you sleep with you lazy mouth open
i can smell the smoke and the lipstick that is not mine
nor any of the girls i know at that bar
and you shift so easily like this bed isn’t uncomfortable and hasn’t been for the past three years
so you cough
and i punch you in the face
Bourbon, Jim Beam, Tennessee, barrells, hangovers, Kentucky, Jack Daniels, Southern Comfort
Never had it. One can hardly feel a titch of desire over something not once tasted. Sort of like love I suppose…
Whiskey you’re the devil, you’re leading me astray. Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay. You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tea. And whiskey you’re my darling drunk or sober.
And that’s the chorus to “Whiskey You’re the Devil”
whiskey
beer bottles
that’s what she’s goin to see
he’s gonna be there
no one takes their eyes off me
but when she walks in
baby in hand
they’re gonna pull out whiskey
and beer cans
celebrate
the day’s not over
say hello to him
she’ll never stop by ur house
with that baby on her hip…
whiskey bottles never looked so good
that blaze is watchin you
responsible parent
look what they’re gonna do to you
baby, baby
please don’t fall
this is your future home
beer bottles
cans
all on the floor
cradling empty hands
baby, baby
never falter
don’t you worry bout him
mama’s gonna get thru it all
this is ur future home
after all…
<3
Ah, the soothing burn of the booze, scarcely disguised by soda, as it trickles down my gullet and warms mah belly! The mild warmth works its way through my burbling blood and eeks its way into my brain.
Whiskey, old buddy old pal, new cruddy ole gal.
Alcohol. Just blame it on the alcohol. And my alcohol of choice happens to be whiskey, and Ricky new that. So he poured shot after shot of whiskey until was just inebriated enough to go home with him.
The whiskey on his breath reached the room before he did. Everyone sensed it. They knew what was coming next. She brushed the crumbs off the coffee table and avoided his gaze.
I watched this weird movie that is called Hotrod it was so funny the main guy can’t say whiskey right. He says the wh sound wrong.
some think that can get u buzzed or drunk buzzed is a light drunk
an alcholic bevrage!!!!some ppl drink when they are bored and have nothing better to do with their boring life !!!!!
Whiskey is for ppl that are older and achoolics
they think its fun
they like the taste
i wish i could take the drink out of the world
People are so wierd. I don’t understand why people drink whiskey. You just jet drunk and then have a hang over.
whiskey again? I’ve said it already, I remember you. The break down bottles, the whining and the crying, i wish the memories would all go away. Tomorrow’s a new day and a fresh start. I can win it all. Let me just snap out of it, and wake up. Time to live, time to smile. Let go of everything else.
Whiskey is a type of alcohol that grown ups like to drink.
Whiskey is a drink.
is a wine i think but i really dont know or care but alot of people drink it during games or a party.
another shot of whiskey. oh how the world works with my thoughts. i miss you. why’d this word have to come up? now i’m smiling. i was in such a bad mood, but now it’s all gone. i need you now, i honestly do. why don’t you just message me already? i’m thinking too much aren’t i? ohwell, come back.
whiskey was always his drink of choice. slamming them home as if he were trying to reach hell tonight, yet this dingy bar wouldn’t be the place of his death. what moments passed and choices made brought such a man to such a place to such a point?
never tried it. maybe i should. but i makes me think of my stomach flue….. so nooo.
the room was smoky, dark and the lingering scent of whiskey filled to nostrils of Roxanne and her pet, the pub was burning down and she was pleased to witness its eventual destruction.
is a dark liquid that dries your lips on a Saturday night. The air in the room is cold, you elbows are on the bar.
Everyone is doing it, and I can’t sand it. I want it to just go away, the discussion the memories. But it’s fun too, and we do it together. We walk around like silly people, talk like silly people. And that’s it . That’s all there is. People talking, memories being made, silliness ensues. And well, that’s it i guess. Wish it wasn’t around though.
drunk. drunken breath. getting beaten. dirty men. scruffy beard. lazy eyes. sleep. pass out. falling. violent. violence. dads. fathers. poor children. all money towards alcohol. bar. murder. car crash. driving home. death.
I dont know what whiskey is like. I bet it taste really bad. I want to taste it anyways. Ill do it with Lady Gaga and we’ll have so much fun together. We’ll be so drunk we’ll barf on everyone and say HAHAHA what bitches!
whiskey eyes, your eyes are the amber color of whiskey and grain and I’d like to drink them because they are the one part of you that will stop touching me and just look for once