Showing posts with label drink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drink. Show all posts

Saturday, 24 December 2011

A Hanging Poem

I've been out three nights in a row, with not much sleep, so this poem will be nothing special. I'll post a festive themed one tomorrow - Christmas Day tomorrow - wow, doesn't really feel like it. I feel old -.- 






I have a led head 
and wish I was in bed 
all I really want is sleep 
and second to that
brush my teeth 
a cup tea 
perhaps some water 
not to move
and just ride this out.
I feel vaguely sick 
without a doubt 
I don't really want to drink
for some time 
I am the human equivalent
of slime.


But taking this all
in to account 
I probably will 
go out again 
but hopefully
it will be a long time
till it's this bad again. 

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Stumbling Alcohol

64 views yesterday? That's quite a lot for my humble blog, hence why I'm mentioning it. Oh and also most of my poems shall be based around some aspect of uni life for a few more days since it's what in my head the most.
Oh and the photo today is done by a girl from my old school - she is very good. If you like it check out some more of her photos in the link below. She hasn't asked me to do this, I just thought her photography deserves more attention :')

More Photos





Alcohol stumbles down the throat
I stumble down the path 
senses numbed 
but with a smile stuck on my face 
not really a sense of self 
or sense of time 
it feels as if most things 
can be mine 
because we have one life
and this is my time 
to do something stupid 
and it's considered fine.

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Keep in the Blue

My brother wanted me to write a poem about his friend getting drunk and swimming in a fountain in the middle of York. I have no other ideas so I thought I might as well :') 


Oh and as another favour to someone (yes I am a wonderful person) my friend is selling some stuffed sock pigs on esty. They are cute ^.^ and I told her I would post a link on here. So here you go if you fancy buying yourself one.


http://www.etsy.com/listing/79043437/stuffed-sock-pig


Anyway, now on to the poem. Can't believe I'm actually writing a poem about this xD




Ripples of water
glowing blue
in the evening
the floor blurs 
as does vision.


Liberation
for when you're young
this sort of thing is fine
more of a show
than a scene.


Laughter
keep going
keep your audience
not your self conscious.


Little control 
not sure what to do 
not at all 
just keep going
down where it's easy
keep in the blue.