HAHAHHAHAHAHA. sorry i took ecstacy yesterday. or was it just a minute ago? heck whatever it is. im HIGH. and i just drank __ ml of what you call it? (goes to find label) Cognac. was drinking it instead of putting it into the dried fruits. haha. when im done with the cake ill give you some.

but anyway the poem is nice. the words are nice. poor person. ^^ and alcohol kills your cells. dosent kill bad experiences. time kills bad experieces. ^^

love you as much as i love cognac! :D

Powerful. Memories like this are always [for some reason] scratched into your mind and the hardest to get rid of. Liked the use of the disgust not bein' from the vodka, but from trying to forget the taste of the person themselves. Almost as if it was as unpleasant as just thinking about them.

The rhyme and word scheme is set just perfect so the effect overall is just as you wish it: it impresses upon the reader a sense of discord, the effects from the alcohol, and all of it mixed with the harsh realism that things like this happen all the time. Sometimes we even find ourselves contemplating that very same bottle of vodka.

^-^ Really love this one. Great job.

-Jade

for all the things vodka burns away, memories always seem stuck.

I really like this, the lines are so short but powerful - almost made me cringe at the thought - and the words you used really made it flow. The last line stood out especially (not just because of the italics) 'drown' was the perfect word for this, it gave the line a sort of slurred, tipsy feeling, which 14 shots of vodka would probably do to you.

love the meter & beat of this, the way there's cacophony all over it, the way it just touches you when you read it in the worst way possible with its truth. the rhyme was natural, simple, beautiful. & your using "fourteenth shot" as more than just a random number (unless that's what it was) - lovelove it.

~kait

kiss? **? lets your mind decide, i like it, it's well written.