Long Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Accursed Poppy
Jumping from my skin
Hair-raising flashes and waves
Like winter breezes
Haunted yawns howling
Visionary eyes tearing
Decrepit visage
Memories of sun
Fading obliviously
Looking outward dark
Nervously stretching
Tensley vasoconstricted
Muscle and tendon
Knee jerk reaction
Kicking and thrashing non-stop
Craving more dope
Obsessing over
Symptoms unrelenting still
Focusing...
Hair-raising flashes and waves
Like winter breezes
Haunted yawns howling
Visionary eyes tearing
Decrepit visage
Memories of sun
Fading obliviously
Looking outward dark
Nervously stretching
Tensley vasoconstricted
Muscle and tendon
Knee jerk reaction
Kicking and thrashing non-stop
Craving more dope
Obsessing over
Symptoms unrelenting still
Focusing...
#addiction
#drugs
#haiku
#healing
#heroin
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Thirteen
#mother
#teens
#childhood
#birthday
#drugs
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(37) Under The Influence IX.IX.MMXIX 6:05am
I’m so damn high, I’ve reached my dreams;
Come to find out I became another dope fiend.
I’m unconscious on this hospital bed feeling useless.
Pupils spiralled out ‘cause I’m really fucking reckless.
I’m lost in the stars, flying freely.
I consider myself a full time junkie.
The road I chose has infinite miles to walk;
LAPD harassing me, always trying to have a “talk”.
Life or death, enemy’s lurk before they stalk.
Fucking rookie attempted to lay my body in chalk.
My past has some crazy ass storylines;
They usually start like,...
Come to find out I became another dope fiend.
I’m unconscious on this hospital bed feeling useless.
Pupils spiralled out ‘cause I’m really fucking reckless.
I’m lost in the stars, flying freely.
I consider myself a full time junkie.
The road I chose has infinite miles to walk;
LAPD harassing me, always trying to have a “talk”.
Life or death, enemy’s lurk before they stalk.
Fucking rookie attempted to lay my body in chalk.
My past has some crazy ass storylines;
They usually start like,...
#drugs
#addiction
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(36) Neverending Euphoria 03.14.2019 @ 4:02pm)
Inhaling narcotics off the sack.
Hauling ass, scoring xanax.
Anything to escape suicidal tendencies.
I’m an alcoholic with drug dependencies.
Stormy nights, windy days.
Igniting my “last cigarette” today.
It felt like nine eleven when I relapsed.
My lungs have already collapsed.
I’ve been released back to the streets.
On my own recognizance, writing to beats.
My debts led me towards consequences.
Felonies after felonies, serious offenses.
Thousands of miles until I get back home.
Meanwhile I’m taking this blunt...
Hauling ass, scoring xanax.
Anything to escape suicidal tendencies.
I’m an alcoholic with drug dependencies.
Stormy nights, windy days.
Igniting my “last cigarette” today.
It felt like nine eleven when I relapsed.
My lungs have already collapsed.
I’ve been released back to the streets.
On my own recognizance, writing to beats.
My debts led me towards consequences.
Felonies after felonies, serious offenses.
Thousands of miles until I get back home.
Meanwhile I’m taking this blunt...
#drugs
#addiction
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Down the cocaine rabbit hole of love
You’re my everything yet here again I go..
Pushing you further and further away the deeper I go down this rabbit hole.
I love you deeply oh how much I love you so
Yet my drug addiction keeps hendering me how long will it be before you go
Each time I hit a bump the more I see you fall into a slump
I see it in your eyes because the eyes Chico the eyes they never lie
Am I wanting to live or am I wanting to die
Or am I trying to numb everything I try to hide just to feel some type of high
My love for you is overloaded me with joy no love I’ve never felt...
Pushing you further and further away the deeper I go down this rabbit hole.
I love you deeply oh how much I love you so
Yet my drug addiction keeps hendering me how long will it be before you go
Each time I hit a bump the more I see you fall into a slump
I see it in your eyes because the eyes Chico the eyes they never lie
Am I wanting to live or am I wanting to die
Or am I trying to numb everything I try to hide just to feel some type of high
My love for you is overloaded me with joy no love I’ve never felt...
#drugs
#addiction
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for J.C. ( not Jesus Christ)
you grew up a good
Catholic boy
Mass, communion,
the rosary, the Virgin
Mary on Sundays
but your love of all
those holy sacraments
and saints changed when
you found dope could
fuck you better than any
high school cheerleader
and your words curled up from
the page like smoke from
a junkies cigarette
from sports to addict
to prose to poetry to
rock star
I watched a YouTube
of you reciting your
poems at St....
Catholic boy
Mass, communion,
the rosary, the Virgin
Mary on Sundays
but your love of all
those holy sacraments
and saints changed when
you found dope could
fuck you better than any
high school cheerleader
and your words curled up from
the page like smoke from
a junkies cigarette
from sports to addict
to prose to poetry to
rock star
I watched a YouTube
of you reciting your
poems at St....
#gratitude
#admiration
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Insomnia
Today is day three of restless, sleepless nights
I’ve called out of work, can’t focus, called out twice
I’ve taken my pills, but they don’t help me sleep
I’m tossing in bed, now I’m starting to weep
I’m crying and shaking, I sit down outside
Can’t control my emotions, I’m empty inside
I feel like I’m lonely, feel sad and depressed
No sleep isn’t helping, it’s all ’cause of stress
But there’s nothing in life that’s bothering me
I don’t care about me, hold my breath, count to three
I don’t care that you left, you are better off now ...
I’ve called out of work, can’t focus, called out twice
I’ve taken my pills, but they don’t help me sleep
I’m tossing in bed, now I’m starting to weep
I’m crying and shaking, I sit down outside
Can’t control my emotions, I’m empty inside
I feel like I’m lonely, feel sad and depressed
No sleep isn’t helping, it’s all ’cause of stress
But there’s nothing in life that’s bothering me
I don’t care about me, hold my breath, count to three
I don’t care that you left, you are better off now ...
#depression
#alcohol
#insomnia
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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Blowing Snows
Cold is the air...Foggy is the breath...A gust of wind...Blowing snow...Once again. Flurry white, crystal lines, lay diagonally...A plate of glass or view of self bent over a mirror. No knowledge of this zombie reflection...Staring back the walking dead...Addict's masks of grins & lies...It hides their cheeks & shades their eyes...With past masquerades time resumes...Dinner party, host the cook...Knowing this monster's meal is tantalizing to the taste...Like fine wine of red...Blood bitter is the bite...Irony ending punch line of self. Macabre, wretched we watch a horrid...
#sadness
#rejection
#shame
#despair
#emptiness
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ENTHEOGENESIS, A CHANGA TRIP
It was the second calling from the sacred spirit molecule. The first calling, years ago, resulted into a smooth exciting initiation with me going just across the nearest dimension without any interaction.
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#scary
#fear
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Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read rhrough my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read rhrough my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
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(10) Sobriety 09.09.2019 @ 5:50am
I’m cruising on a solo guilt trip.
Lonesome boulevard in my whip.
Homicidal hours for minimum wage.
My lair is in need of immediate sage.
Love is hopeless.
Childhood without bliss.
Gruesome details remain classified.
I’m igniting another high.
From a very young age.
I pursued substance abuse.
This youngin is clueless;
Oblivious to the consequences.
Cedars Sinai, I’m checked in.
Unconscious, reaper lurking within.
Overdosed, I had drawn my last breath;
I made it through, I’m blessed.
I can’t...
Lonesome boulevard in my whip.
Homicidal hours for minimum wage.
My lair is in need of immediate sage.
Love is hopeless.
Childhood without bliss.
Gruesome details remain classified.
I’m igniting another high.
From a very young age.
I pursued substance abuse.
This youngin is clueless;
Oblivious to the consequences.
Cedars Sinai, I’m checked in.
Unconscious, reaper lurking within.
Overdosed, I had drawn my last breath;
I made it through, I’m blessed.
I can’t...
#drugs
#addiction
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(2) Adderall (04/19/2023 @ 12:20am)
Ninety milligrams in the morning, I’m ignited.
On the hunt for a high like this all my life.
My brain’s well lit like a new lightbulb.
I’m fired up, my face is perfectly numb.
This ride can only be temporary.
Respectfully, I’m committed to the lovely Ms. Mary.
Three pills in the morning gets me running like a ferrari.
Ready to pursue procrastinated priorities.
You help me accomplish so much.
My life prior to our acquaintance was tough.
I’m able to keep up when times get rough.
Popping them, I feel like life is worthy enough. ...
On the hunt for a high like this all my life.
My brain’s well lit like a new lightbulb.
I’m fired up, my face is perfectly numb.
This ride can only be temporary.
Respectfully, I’m committed to the lovely Ms. Mary.
Three pills in the morning gets me running like a ferrari.
Ready to pursue procrastinated priorities.
You help me accomplish so much.
My life prior to our acquaintance was tough.
I’m able to keep up when times get rough.
Popping them, I feel like life is worthy enough. ...
#drugs
#addiction
#temptation
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