Best Drug Poem

Show me one of your best poems that have to do about drugs. old or new.

Good luck

I'll start;

I have not wrote many. This one i think is the only one i ever wrote, lol ^^

When we were animals

You said life could be so perfect
when we were animals
Like children in the sand, we didn’t know what we had
and life was not as miserable
So tell me how to look you in the eyes, knowing you’ve been consumed by this lie
Don’t tell me I’m living in the past
You secretly want to be there too
Sometimes it’s hard telling you the truth
because you don’t listen to a god damn thing I say
What’s the point in fighting anyway?
You put me down once again
So go fuck yourself my friend
You said life could be so perfect
when we were animals
You had such a reason behind those eyes
Now that reason has faded away just like the summer sky
So let me claw you one more time
For I can find out if you think of me
Because I think of you
Out of all my friends I thought I could rely on the things you said
But when you lie and denied the fact that we could be young forever it takes away from never doing wrong
You could have just stayed away from the drugs, and now you spend your days lying on the floor
While I spend my days wondering where you are
We were special, but now we say goodbye…Forever
It could be so hard
But never look back
It could be so hard
But never look back
It could be so hard
But never look back on me

Skittles And Whatnot
Reveries from a jerry can
Eating skittles and gazing at the stars
and throwing rocks at cars

… vision quest …

I'd write you a song about it
but I only know three chords
And I'd  get bored

Drop some blue jolly ranchers
in a fifth of gin
And let the fun begin

Is that a cat in a hat
or just a tortoise in a shell
I can't tell

Telling dirty jokes
and smoking crystal meth
Fumes on your breath

Back the fuck off
I saw what you did, there
for that Klondike bar
Get off my porch
You disgust me

My rehab

I think about my past, 
The thought of time machines can't make the dream last. 
I would go back to who I used to be, 
Instead of what the fuck I am, 
A monster, 
Who feeds on itself. 
Neglect of my health, 
For outlook. 
Try to make me an inpatient, 
Bitch fuck your motherfucking rehab. 

Rehabilitate, 
What you can't  facilitate, 
I didn't know they had zoo's for demons. 
Debilitation my innocence, 
But that bitch left my soul fucking indigent, 
I hold left over pride in my penmanship. 
Pull my pen apart to snort up my negligence . 
Now I'm lost, 
In a world full of ignorance. 
But fuck it. 
All this killing of my dignity, 
Gets drowned, 
When 1800 shots start floating around. 
All the vomit and the nose bleeds, 
Show me, 
What the fuck I am, and who the fuck I'm not. 
I'm not that same old little kid, 
That you loved. 
I'm a motherfucking miscreant so save your hugs. 
Momma have a rollover, 
In her grave. 
Daddy have a heart attack, 
Oh lord! 
When he find out Jonny Boy died of cardiac arrest. 
Overdosed on self loathing, 
To kill the love lost. 

    When I don't have no grams, 
I pump up by the liter. 
Depleted, 
Of the love that I had, 
When my momma died it was all up to dad, 
And damn, 
That man did his best, 
It wasn't until I left, 
That I became a fucking mess. 
God damned, 
What I am today 
Suicide can leave me silent, 
But my words will stay alive , 
So fuck it. 

   She told me let this shit out, 
Its assurance that I shit out. 
This ain't that 22 year old, 
More like 18 with today's fucking problems. 
All those lost ones rolling on the hill, 
I love you, 
All the miscreants choking on those pills, 
Stay up. 
All you people fucking shooting dope, 
Keep hope. 
All my people that snort  the coke, 
Rage on 
And if you're an "alcohol enthusiast" 
Fuck your bullshit, 
The life that we chose is a short one to live. 


     Take me away from what I am today 
I live in pain so I can share my spirit. 
I want the fucking world to hear it. 
She said let this shit out, 
So I let this fucking shit out 

  Mortified because I am running out of pride, 
And all my friends are on the other side, 
So I confide in the world, 
There has to be someone who knows my pain. 
Life is like a game, 
If I lose, I lose my life. 
Can you fix what's broken? 
Bitch, 
This is my motherfucking rehab. 

   The last time that I prayed to you, 
I asked for help on a drug test. 
Lord forgive my fucking ignorance. 
My stupidity rises with my tolerance. 
I lose my brain on the fast lane, 
But this is my motherfucking rehab. 

SPECIAL DELIVERY
Entered in 'The Arena....' competition 2014
 
 
‘man that was some shit i had
it was twisted but good
gonna see if i can revisit…’
 
these thoughts are constant
as i wait to hook up
 
bits of my experience flash before me
choppin the weed with special scissors
me mum bought me…go figure…
packin the cone with hash and
it and the bong’s ready for me
 
man, it was potent shit
thought i’d greened it
when i started to feel sick
but then i was there…what a trip...
 
i’m looking out through the glass
space is all i see
i mean SPACE…like galaxies
stars and all that shit
 
i move my position
take another look out
i’m on a fuckin space station
man, who’d believe this shit!
 
i pinched myself to see if it’s real
i pinched real hard and fuckin squealed
i started to panic
how do i get fuckin back?
 
then i think...
‘who gives a fuck...’
i’m gonna lie back
float and dream
reality will hit soon enough
 
"hey johnno, you want more, my man?"
 
i open my eyes…i’m still here
 
"you want more?…answer me…I’m a busy man…."
 
"yeah, i want more…but is this real?"
 
"it’s real mate…it’s the only way you’ll survive
your time up here…believe me…
we get this stuff by special delivery…."
 

Sentient


Doug was scrupulous
in keeping his pills
Under pillow
Benny's grades last term were not scintillating
His altruism is sanctimonious
Found the oblivion of sleep......


.............The officious attempt to cut neck
The bandwidth of the dancing pills there
An oblique argument to make it worse
That itinerant junk dealer passed me guns
Tablets,insomania and sleeping pills all over........


.............A grouch is irascible
Was always didactic
Means of trouble and penny wise gateway
Dont be bemused by words of powder......

Ryan ran around the corner
passed thr library and then the mourner
He undid the rolled up bag
his stomach was starting to sag.
he took out a Camel fag
first he took the drugs out of his bag
weed and sometimes other things
he kept a bit of cocaine in numerous rings
his parents had divorced
because of him
his father and mother had sat him down
and told him the chances of them getting back together were slim.
his dad started to get addicted to alcohol and would hit him
after he smoked a joint
he decided which executive of his startup business to select

One More Night


Shall we pretend this is our last evening
we scored, hocking the diamond huggies
your old man bought on your sixteenth
the day you were old enough to get pierced
and secretly tattooed on the cusp of your breast.

Shall we make out like this is our first kiss
when you lit me up and inhaled my breath
melted my pipe dreams with impassive eyes
the bitter taste of resin on your lips and whispers
of dragon tales that I’m the best hit you’ve ever had.

Shall we fake it as if you’re still a virgin
like your daddy never laid a hand on you.
You’re gone and I landed after you stopped breathing
holding you like a stillborn… because nobody’s
going to take my baby away from me.




Written by Alexander Case

Unrequited

She breaks away,
Breaking her resolve
As she slips
Into the
Fever arms
Of sweaty
Old habits.

A
Die hard
Addict
Refuses
To
Die hard.

He pulses
In her blood,
Filling her
With
Unrequited love,
A fairy tale
Like the imp of Fae:
Mischief.

Black tar bleeds
Into feather white
Sheets,
Now cold
And clammy
Against her skin.

Stolen dreams
Marooned
Across the silver
Night sky,
Searching endlessly
For
Neverland.  

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/199405-unrequited/

Memoirs of a geezer


long story butchered:  

Ecstasy   (Carpe_Noctem -Crimsin Collab.)

This little white dove
sits on my palm,
ready to give my
serotonin receptors a blast
 
this warm feeling
passes my spine
feel the empathy
feel the music
 
pulsating rhythms rift
through my body
as the light show begins
seeing falling stars
streak their way past my vision
 
feeling so very beautiful
like i'm a goddess
the center of the universe
ahhh between my thighs
I feel you though you haven't touched me
 
double drop triple drop
my serotonin receptors plead
stop, but once you pop
you really can't stop
 
a ten pack weekend
just to feel
the warm empathy
brain I hope you can cope
 
awashed on the shores of lust
I couldn't stop even if I wanted to
you set me ablaze
your Aphrodite to you my Poseidon
 
you are poison to my soul
yet I desire your venom
slither into my garden
like the snake did Eve
 
open my eyes to your wisdom
oh magic elixir
let me see my God standing before me
salve my eyes, give me release
 
years peeled off my head
just a self medicated mess
I hate this now
yet...
 
I am hooked like a fish
Coke, meth , K
what next...
 
 
hope this counts being a collab. but it's the best I've written with the help of my mate

End of the Line

There are whizzing and whirring sounds clear in my head
with my current pulse rate I should probably be dead.

The space around me emulsifies like powder,
there’s a taste in my mouth like tinned tuna chowder.

My eye colour cycles through red, amber, green
I feel flashing lights that my eyes haven’t seen.

My knuckles crunch, my joints grate like cheese
my bones mulch together like doughnuts in grease.

My spinal chords missing, my lips cannot sip
my anus gyrates, I feel loose at the hip.

My fingers extend, my rib cage tingles
a burp and the smell of my feet intermingles.

I close my left eye, the right pupil dilates
the trembling stops, my orgasmic anticipates.

I snort like a pig to regain my sublime
as my left nostril runs to the end of the line.

Memoirs of a geezer: enter the dragon


I went up a boy
and came down a renegade
if I even landed  
sometimes it's hard to tell
if I'm really here
at all  

last thing I remember
was at thirteen
wished I was thirty
times were bad, shit happened

kicked down my bedroom door
cos I was locked in
and fucked off for two weeks  

Christ,  
it's been nearly thirty years
three kids
and a granddaughter
who loves the bones of me
they all do

they think they know me
maybe they do

but sometimes
I haven't a clue
who the fuck I am

or was

Mushrooms and Illusive Dreams

so he said
whats so illusive
about dreams

they linger
like smoke
through your entrails

I said

they are elusive
you can't touch them
they don't exist

a joint shared
nothing exploded
he chewed mushrooms

he laughed

your smoke
are coloured spirals
through your entrails

we became butterflies
then little pinpricks
of light

we crashed and slept
dreaming of illusive dreams
and coloured entrails

sunsets and sunrises
became one
like rainbows after rains

Peace reign.

Unclean


Can you please point out to me
Which way the wind is blowing?
The weathervane atop the trailer
Seems to be broken
Not quite certain whether I am coming or going
Knowing I just can't seem to sit still
While time speeds up in a peculiar slowing

I'm not clean

Neglected like an infected rash

I'm not clean

Doctor needles strewn about a heap of white trash

Can you please tell me
Will the sun ever shine in the sky again?
The darn shades in my room
Refuse to roll up for some odd reason
Maybe I should take it as a sign
It's no longer Sunny season

I'm not clean

A life sized doll lying overgrown in the grass

I'm not clean

Beetles drowning in a discarded glass beer bottle

Mama
She had a baby
And its head popped off

I said,
Mama had a baby
And its head popped off

Deflowered
By his loving hands
That began to choke and throttle

Nothing special
Now just like any other weed

Papa,
Was it everything you hoped for?

Like your precious medicine
You insist you can't live without
And always seem to need?