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The bus trip home became very entertaining...

I had just sat down on the bus when I heard loud giggling from the upper deck. Followed by someone strangling a cat. No, it was a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune. A boisterous female came from the staircase. The singing cat made an appearance. She was totally arseholed and naked! She ran out and hooked a lamp pole and twirled round. Streaking up the sidewalk, she stopped, bent over and wiggled her bum at the bus. The bus con...

 The drunken, rejected Romeo suddenly sitting alone at the karaoke bar croons to his departing, forever, girlfriend.“Well, I gave you everything I hadBut you left me sitting on my ownDid you have to treat me oh so bad?All I do is hang my head and moan.Tell me why…"The 'just finally had enough’ Juliet pauses on her way out of the bar and his life to give him a last, wistful smile. “Tell you why?”She looks around the run-do...

The Sea

This is a sequel to ‘The Wait’

I cast my baitAnd wait and waitMy reflection changes, with every waveMy emotions all buried in different gravesThere say there's plenty of fish in the sea, so I surf into the sunsetPlenty of fish in the sea, so I surf the internet.I cry in the rain, as I try to refrainBut my eyes still remain, humidYou see, I once caught a mermaid.Something new to meBut the darkness in meEclipsed her light.I was a rebel; you was an angelW...

Lost it

Problems solved at the bottom of the cup?

Fully dressed in make upBarely dressed in clothes.When will you wake up?And know there's more to life than a poseTequila shots after a break up,Man left you for whores.The road to success is bumpyAnd full of potholesDon't waste your life worryingAbout filters and photosThere is more to lifestyleThan hairstyle.You brag about cutting branchesAnd chasing after that money treeWhile your friends build branchesAnd extend their...

My 25th Beer Anniversary

A Country song where beer makes one woman really pretty

The woman in my life had just left me. She said I’m a loser and a perpetual drunk. I don’t know if she was degrading me. She’s ugly, but she sure had spunk. I went to the bar feeling lonely. My tail had no wag as I drank. A woman just sat down beside me. She asked me if she could be Frank. I said, “Frank, you can be who you want to. If you’d like I can buy you a drink.” Well, she drank with me then and she told me, That I...

“Riley! You didn’t actually, did you?” she asks incredulously. There’s shock in her face, but a sort of pride too. She’s fighting back a smile and her dark blonde hair waves behind her as she attempts to stop her shoulders shaking with laughter. “Yes, yes I did. I warned his punk-ass, didn’t I?” I say, grinning. I had warned him after all. You don’t mess with fire unless you want to get burned. I wasn’t like the other bea...

Drunken Poem

One has to ask: Was I drunk or just tired? Nobody will ever know <3

Emotions are addictive,Sometimes not predictive,Wait, emotions predict you?No, you should wear a shoe.This poem was meant to be serious,But it seems to have taken a turn,that wasn’t even a rhyming couplet,nor was that.Not all poems have to rhyme,But if they do, you’re gonna have a good time,It’s all about diction,Maybe prediction.Whatever,Forever,Seems that longSince bong.I’ve never taken a bong,So long!

The Twins Part 3

The demons spend time with their friends the gypsies. Husky has a few flashbacks.

The room was cold and dark, as her back pressed against the wall. Husky, the mischievous little girl had come to this end. She had tunnel vision, as she stared at the boy who held a knife at her throat. He shouted at a younger boy, who cried and pounded his fists into the side of the older one. One name came to her mind, Chris. A sneer peeled back her lips and a low growl came from deep within her. The older boy shoved Ch...

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The Twins Part 2

The trio of demons continue eastward encountering more little skirmishes and friends.

The road to China was long and fraught with danger. Several large mountain ranges blocked the road causing it to go around the base of the mountains. These detours extended the trip by many days, but the demons cared little about time. The road wound through primeval forests full of animals and strange plants. Most of the animals ran from the sounds of the approaching demons. Those that stayed either preyed on the demons...

The Twins Part 1

A trio of demons embark on a trek as bounty hunters killing dragons.

The year was unimportant, but the age was. It was the age of mystics, magicians, dragons, demons and other beasts. Dotting the countryside were many small villages with surrounding farms. The crops and herds from these farms fed the nearby families and kept the castle of the lord stocked. Every village had an inn where travelers stayed and drank their fill of local ale. The local inn was the place where travelers stopped...

I'm a little bit drunk now as I write this,But isn't it drunks that tell the truth?I hurt you before but didn't notice,Will this apology ring true?When I look at me,I see flaws everywhere I look,But when I look at you,You're flawless in my book.You tell me I need to see,In me what I see in you,But when all you see is flawless,How can you to yourself be true?Nothing lives up to my outlook,Of pretty wonderful you,Though you...

Live or Die I noticed Alex on the last day of her senior year, I knew this would be a life changing day for her, I just had to wait for the events to occur. It was the day they were all waiting for; it had finally come. The last day of high school was among them and they were only 5 minutes away from walking out those doors for the last time as high school students. The clock ticked as each second went by when finally the...

Baked Pears in Cider

Just cooked you up a little one for dessert!

What scrumptious pears hanging over my fence, surely to pick them is not an offence; I need just six, that’s plenty to bake; Soaked in Cider…And it’s easy to make. I peeled them thinly leaving the stalks, then stood them upright, using two forks, in an old tin pot I found in my shed, after removing tin-tacks and old lumps of lead. I threw on some sugar after removing a spider; Then drunk two bottles of ‘Old English Cider’...

As I sit at the foot of the stairs I look into my last bottle, empty. Now useless, I throw it at my feet and hear the loud noise it makes when on connection with the others. I have relapsed, fallen victim to the bottle once again. I called you after finishing the third bottle and you knew once you heard my voice what was happening. You just hung up, leaving me to the mess I had become. I just downed more of my evil toxins...