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The bottles clanged together, falling of the end of the bed. George woke, rubbed his eyes, and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings that told a very familiar story of another night of excess.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 08.29.2013
Out of broken
sea green glass bottles,
Half mad messages,
thrown to sea,
By those all too desperate.
By mae on 08.29.2013
Bottles. Alcohol. Full. Empty. Soul. Empty. Gaping. Bottles. Alcohol. Full. Empty. Falling. Falling. Falling. Bottles. Alcohol. Full. Empty. Falling. Dead.
By Amanda URL on 08.29.2013
bottles bottles lined up on a shelf
green and blue and purple
filled with wine and poison
one leads you forward
one leads you behind
through the black and purple flames.
By myu URL on 08.29.2013
bottles piled high
holding closed my treasure
bottled love letters
clear, colored, stained and broken
yet all so beautiful when the sun hits them
like a mirror they reflect me. reflect the light i long to shine
reflect the worries and hopes ive bottled up for years.
theyre plugged and left behind. littering the conscious part of my mind-still sparkling
By beautybeyondstars URL on 08.29.2013
The bottles rattled across the gravel road as the squirrel ran with the string in his mouth. He didn’t know what he was going to do with those bottles yet, but he did know that his mom was going to be proud of him… finally.
By Rover URL on 08.29.2013
Bottles lay in the street,
empty from suffocation.
Dried from lustful thirst.
Bled out on the curb.
Shattered on the sidewalk.
By [Sic] Philosophy URL on 08.29.2013
He set his bottle on the shelf, half empty, as he slurred his speculations on God.
The bottles filled the window sills. There were tall, elegant, blue glass bottles with long graceful throats. Short pebbled glass ones in mottled greens, worn corks haphazardly filling the tops in a whimsy-inspired display. Genie style ones in soft, rose pinks—two with dried yellow daisies poised like antennae. Empty soda bottles tightly filling the between spots in familiar, old fashioned shapes pulling memories out from the cobwebs of time into the glow of yesterday’s smiles.
By JDwrites URL on 08.29.2013
The lenses of his glasses are thick, like coke bottles. Sunlight slants through the windows eerily, glinting across his lenses and making it impossible to see his eyes.
By WearyWater URL on 08.29.2013
F**k my car. I just want to throw bottles at it. Bottles filled with gasoline, with sparklers packed at the neck, lit. Yeah. Imma light light that bitch on fire and have a damn good night doing it!
By Oz Nolem URL on 08.29.2013
I try not to cry out when the bottle’s shards dig into my skin, drawing scarlet liquid. My mother is outside my bedroom, and I can hear her rustling through the chaotic bedroom, searching for a magazine about Gwyneth Paltrow.
By Catherine on 08.29.2013
The bottles were breaking against the pavement, and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. It was starting to hurt. The glass crunched under his feet as he continued down the street, trying to find a home that wasn’t really there. After all, the smashed bottles were enough proof. It was too much. He couldn’t return to that place; not with the glass still in his skin.
By Steph on 08.29.2013
The word dominated the mind. So many bottles. But what were they really? Vials? Packages? Air, liquid, gas, solid – elaborate arrangements of atoms and molecules. Concepts? Limits? Containers of a different sort…always questions. A tactile turn of the wrist and it twists off in a pop. Whatever it was, I also heard compression.
By Intuition URL on 08.29.2013
Bottles are a very interesting thing, some you can drink out of like wine, soda and such other are washed up on sea with a message in it and then the decorative bottles that bring a mixture or spunk and personality to home decorations.
By Jackie on 08.29.2013
The click-clank of milk bottles on a line woke the maid from her sleep, to the conspicuous silence from within the house. It felt heavy, the silence, weighing on mind and shoulder and ear, pressing down on her from vaulted ceilings. The child. The child was silent for the first time in years.
By Aryeh Harris-Shapiro URL on 08.29.2013
Lined up, organized, swirling with mysterious liquids. Blue with a dash of golden sparkles. Ombre red ready to burst out of its cap. Mellow yellow with a touch of spring. What will happen when I knock them all down, spill their contents all together?
We get a human with complex emotions constantly at war
By Spark URL on 08.30.2013
Bottles are the best thing in the world! It also signify’s the human body.When filled its valuable. When not its still useful. Its fragile.
By Ila on 08.30.2013
Empty bottles – beer mostly – littered the floor, creating a veritable minefield between where I stood, framed in the open doorway, and my goal, Tyra, who was haphazardly strewn across an armchair.
I cleared my throat, a poor attempt at trying to gain her attention; after all, if the noise I’d made forcing the door open hadn’t drowned out the static-tinged yammering of the TV, surely that small sound wouldn’t.
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 08.30.2013
A bottle of beer–half joy, half embarrassment.
By eiram on 08.30.2013
i believe in love at first sight
the smoke of the room
the hum of heart beat
the calm before the storm
there’s no such thing as a honeymoon period
everything is expectations
when you’re waiting for something to happen
how much you drink when you’re stressed
riding around down in an emotional bullet proof vest
broken bottles breaking on the floor
just trying to find my way
as i figure out the next step.
By Matty M. on 08.30.2013
The bottles formed uniform little lines against Patrick’s wall. He’d been collecting for years, for reasons clear to no one, least of all Patrick.
By diuumbra URL on 08.30.2013
Bottles of green and red, broken pieces laying on the beach.
Staring at the bottle of alcohol he wonders if today is the day he’s going to fall off the wagon.
By 1CreativeOne URL on 08.30.2013
There was genie in the bottle. I read it when i was a little child. There was message in the bottle. I read it when i was teenager. Even now, there’s a romantic vision about message in the bottle. Bottles.
By melindaliu URL on 08.30.2013
bottles are used to store water and any kind of liquids like water, softdrinks
bottles are make up of plastic/glass
there are many variety of bottles available in market with different design
By H on 08.30.2013
Empty bottles everywhere. Makeup bottles from people trying to be pretty. Water bottlers from people who don’t realize that they aren’t biodegradable. Empty bottles of alcohol from people who cannot control themselves. Empty bottles everywhere.
By Michealis URL on 08.30.2013
The bottles were left in the rain. The rain drops tinkled as it dropped through the mouth of the glass. Slowly, the bottles filled up. Tink, tink, tink. Soon the water overflowed. The sun came out.
By Dane on 08.30.2013
Empty bottles everywhere. Makeup bottles from people trying to be pretty. Water bottlers from people who don’t realize that they aren’t biodegradable. Empty bottles of alcohol from people who cannot control themselves. Are we really so clueless? Empty bottles everywhere.
The bottles were lined up, empty, but not used up. They represented possibilities. Recycled into other objects, art, or household surfaces? I contemplated.
By Julie Phelps URL on 08.30.2013
49 bottles of beer on teh wall, 49 bottles of beer…
that’s how many were remaining when she took a closer, bleery-eyed look. had she really consumed 51 fucking bottles already? geez.
she thought she could do better next time. Hoped she could. If only she could get up off this damn floor.
It was so hard and cold and yet, so comforting.
By wendy URL on 08.30.2013
We were smashing bottles againt an old brick bridge on a layby on the wsy to Winslow when I threw one that gashef my thumb. I ran from there to Jonsthan’s with barely a stop. Rosemary, Jonno’s mum, applied a massive bandage that mummifued most of my hand.
By Angus on 08.30.2013
Stacked across the shelf, they sorta reminded me of my childhood. I mean, it was the whole corner-store routine, right; after school with my brother back in the 60s. Funny how something so simple gives you so many memories.
By Alex on 08.30.2013
Green and blue, they were scattered all over the floor, glistening in the ruby light of the far off lamp. He waited, listening carefully for the sound of her footsteps on the dark wooden floor. All at once, time stopped, she had come in.
By Aqseer Sodhi URL on 08.30.2013
blowing across bottle tops — a delightful sound
why aren’t there more bottle bands?
By gretal URL on 08.30.2013
As a child, my Mother and sisters and I used to go into the woods and dig up old bottles. I have those bottles sitting up in my windows today.
By marylou wynegar URL on 08.30.2013
Maybe I should have kept all my worries in the bottles I have lined up on the window. Hidden but in plain view? Trust is a big let down somedays.
By jitterbug45 on 08.30.2013
“Why doesn’t this stout come in bottles?” he asked.
The Master Brewer smiled. “We get asked that all the time. Fact is, the really simple answer you won’t believe, is that the magic doesn’t stay.”
“It’s beer. Nor sorcery.”
“You’d be surprised how little difference there is between the two.” The Master Brewer stood, her brown-black eyes flashing in the afternoon sunlight. “It only works in kegs. But only he knew why,” she said, nodding to the portrait hanging behind her desk.
By Anthony StClair URL on 08.30.2013
One of my favorite books that I used to read my kids was called Those Bottles, and it was about a family of bottles. It was creative and the colors were gorgeous. I love the look and feel of bottles, and when I think of a bottle, I think of Diet Coke, not my babies’ bottles!
By Lois Alter Mark URL on 08.30.2013
Bottles upon bottles lined the walls. Bottles laid on their bellies; bottles upright like soldiers; bottles in boxes still to be unpacked. “Do you drink any of this?” I asked. My answer was a look of utter horror.
By mrsmig URL on 08.30.2013
bottles are something which we use for preserving things. lovers preserve letters.. and yeah most people does to store water or sodas.
By shreya on 08.30.2013
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