Drugs Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Poems published by members most recently online.
if you give an addict tramadol
if you give an addict some tramadol
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
#addiction
#alcohol
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In the drugs shadow
It's sad,
Im sad,
But this time I refuse to wave a flag,
I won't stand against you,
I won't stand with you,
But I will stand for myself from you.
Must be torture,
Must be built into your culture,
To take and take and never mature.
You live In the shadow of yourself,
I know the pain myself,
I know the love that was never felt.
what you did has a cost,
and that cost,
is you staying loss.
So I'm not mad at you,
I'm just over you,
A friendship which was never true.
...
Im sad,
But this time I refuse to wave a flag,
I won't stand against you,
I won't stand with you,
But I will stand for myself from you.
Must be torture,
Must be built into your culture,
To take and take and never mature.
You live In the shadow of yourself,
I know the pain myself,
I know the love that was never felt.
what you did has a cost,
and that cost,
is you staying loss.
So I'm not mad at you,
I'm just over you,
A friendship which was never true.
...
#sadness
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3 Comments
Are You Happy
Are you happy
Dressed
in your
delusional best
maintaining
what you
We're never meant
to be
original dreams
just broken beams
on your ship that drifts
in a sea
of private regrets
that you bring
to the table
with your bottle and glass
to numb the pain
of being
what you
were never meant
to be
The violence of fear
The lashing out
The screams and shouts
at all those things
that do not fit
what you
were never meant
To Be
Dressed
in your
delusional best
maintaining
what you
We're never meant
to be
original dreams
just broken beams
on your ship that drifts
in a sea
of private regrets
that you bring
to the table
with your bottle and glass
to numb the pain
of being
what you
were never meant
to be
The violence of fear
The lashing out
The screams and shouts
at all those things
that do not fit
what you
were never meant
To Be
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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Day On The Bay With Father - The Boat
Getting up with the Sun
going Sailing with dad
the one avocation
for which he has passion
sneaking out of our cul de sac
sailboat in tow
a 19 foot O’Day Daysailer
big enough to have a cabin
small enough for a centerboard
For if much bigger
It would have fixed keel
That we couldn’t
transport with trailer
The flagship
In our family fleet
with only one other
vessel a member
seven foot, eleven inch,
bathtub-like dinghy
mysteriously named an El Toro
with mast, sail, centerboard rudder ...
going Sailing with dad
the one avocation
for which he has passion
sneaking out of our cul de sac
sailboat in tow
a 19 foot O’Day Daysailer
big enough to have a cabin
small enough for a centerboard
For if much bigger
It would have fixed keel
That we couldn’t
transport with trailer
The flagship
In our family fleet
with only one other
vessel a member
seven foot, eleven inch,
bathtub-like dinghy
mysteriously named an El Toro
with mast, sail, centerboard rudder ...
#happiness
#love
#father
#memories
#sports
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Finding Life In Smoking, Drinking and Screwing
Are you cheating on me? Yes, but I do
Not tell her that the other girls mean
Nothing to me. I wish that I could redo
It from the beginning, but I am seen
As an addict and I cannot change
That. I drink and smoke to escape
The pain. I use them to exchange
Pain for pleasure and every scrape
Is no longer felt because I am numb.
I wanted to forget all about her hazel
And lush green eyes. It is her glum
Mouth and it is her harsh appraisal
Of me that does not mean anything
Anymore. I do not even care if I flat
Line. Everyone...
Not tell her that the other girls mean
Nothing to me. I wish that I could redo
It from the beginning, but I am seen
As an addict and I cannot change
That. I drink and smoke to escape
The pain. I use them to exchange
Pain for pleasure and every scrape
Is no longer felt because I am numb.
I wanted to forget all about her hazel
And lush green eyes. It is her glum
Mouth and it is her harsh appraisal
Of me that does not mean anything
Anymore. I do not even care if I flat
Line. Everyone...
#sex
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
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Eat Me
mycelium growing underground
reaching up to where we're found
nlossoming in phallic buds
'eat me" eat me' just because
the universe is here to share
spectral visions everywhere
even when we close our eyes
a tantalizing deep surprise
a reawaking from mind's sleep
by an ocean heaving deep
where waves keep coming just to leave
with feelings rising as they weave
our lives within a new
vision of me and of you
in a sea of everything
everywhere as angels sing
in these words and in this rhyme ...
reaching up to where we're found
nlossoming in phallic buds
'eat me" eat me' just because
the universe is here to share
spectral visions everywhere
even when we close our eyes
a tantalizing deep surprise
a reawaking from mind's sleep
by an ocean heaving deep
where waves keep coming just to leave
with feelings rising as they weave
our lives within a new
vision of me and of you
in a sea of everything
everywhere as angels sing
in these words and in this rhyme ...
#nature
#magic
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Cold Turkey
I’ve been through withdrawals before
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
#addiction
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3 Comments
Your Uber is Here
To make extra money I signed up to be an Uber driver
So I took my car to get detailed and waxed
Later that night I would pick up my first customer
And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking
I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row
There were a lot of folks up and down the street
The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max
But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make
So I parked...
So I took my car to get detailed and waxed
Later that night I would pick up my first customer
And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking
I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row
There were a lot of folks up and down the street
The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max
But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make
So I parked...
#dogs
#drugs
#funny
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Eternity is Cruel
Did you mean to take your life
Or were you just dying to get high?
To rise above the shadows holding you down
Were the memories more than you could bare?
Were your fears a spider web you couldn't share?
I would change everything on the day we met
Would have made you my lover that afternoon
Taken you to my apartment to erase 40 years of pain
All those years of friendship Flushed down the drain
Wouldn't that have been a better path for us
Than the dark road of nods and tears drowning your dreams?
If only I could go back and...
Or were you just dying to get high?
To rise above the shadows holding you down
Were the memories more than you could bare?
Were your fears a spider web you couldn't share?
I would change everything on the day we met
Would have made you my lover that afternoon
Taken you to my apartment to erase 40 years of pain
All those years of friendship Flushed down the drain
Wouldn't that have been a better path for us
Than the dark road of nods and tears drowning your dreams?
If only I could go back and...
#death
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Suga boom boom my version

#inspirational
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Stoned At Starbucks!

#love
#courage
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery
#drugs
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Delving into past memories like a hand deep in the biscuit tin
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
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