Drugs Poems by Top Critiquers

My green carpet is like a field of moss
I lay down and watch it grow
Tiny fernlike tentacles start to undulate upwards
grow into plants that reach toward the ceiling
I watch in awe and admire their grace
They start talking to me
First a whisper
Then it becomes louder
What did you say?
Ahhh....those words....and the meaning
Tell me more you sentient creatures
Wait a minute
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Sweetheart.....what did you put into my tea?

Art so bad
even the devil
can do it

the nightmares have receded
at least for a night...
but the mornings is what I dread
I don't feel good when I wake up for the most part

I got used to snorting a line before coffee or anything
a line of meth would make everything better
then I was ready to go

now I have to wake slowly, baby my body
I don't feel good right now
I thought I would wait before writing
but this is me at my rawest

I don't feel good
I don't feel good
I don't feel good
this is like Jack in the shining
no meth makes Brenda a...

forget how unhygienic we were,
encrusted soap & bristles in the sink,
swilling it away with our hands,
and then wiping our hands on our shirt
before going out for a drink ..