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chasing the rabbit

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yourdarkboi
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this is poems about drugs soely

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Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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The Methadone Kid

I enter the chemist † †  
clutching the script † † †  
I collect every month † † †  
and hand it to her † † †  
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I think of the irony † † †  
of collecting anti-depressants † † †  
from a woman so miserable † † †  
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then I look at the buffet of drugs † † † †
in drawers behind the counter, † † †  
labelled and filed, all belonging † † † †
to your Mothers, Uncles, Nieces † † †  
telling their stories of pain. † † †  
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My thoughts are shattered † † †  
by the tinkling of the doorbell; † † †  
there stands a sorry state of a man † † †  
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he smells bad- † † †  
I consciously find myself † † †  
not breathing through my nose † † †  
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his clothes are three sizes too big † † † †
and he doesn't walk, he exists † † † †
a frame for dirty clothes † † †  
grey in the morning sun. † † †  
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I know he's there for Methadone, † † †  
as I watch the stone pharmacist † † †  
give him his cup of sickly green † † †  
in the middle of the room † † † †
his body unclenching † † †  
as he tips his head back † † †  
and the world is stilled. † † † †
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When he leaves, † † † †
the smell remains † † †  
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I hold my own order †  
my whole body tense † † †  
knowing I've been taking pills † † †  
since I was eighteen, † † †  
thinking of the last time † † † †
I tried to stop them, † † †  
casually walking into traffic † † †  
in some bizarre peace pact † † †  
with my own suicide † † †  
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and it bothers me † † †  
like no other day † † †  
as I leave heavy † † †  
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with the stench of addiction † † †  
stinging my nostrils; † † †  
the spirit of a death-wish † † †  
with no earthly place to go. †
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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emo1
Fire of Insight
United States
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chasing the dragon

inhaling the smoke breath after breath
breathing deeper, harder, longer
each breath a silent prayer
every exhale a bargain

green for green how it always goes
some places its legal, not for me
each buy a risk i willingly take
every hit a chance at normality

most call it an addiction unknowningly
they dont see the mental illness
the bipolar it keeps "normal"
every hit a dose in grey

most hate what they cant have
but i dont give a fuck
could be the weed
most likely me

in, out, in, out, in, out
remember that its life
load another bowl
and say fuck it all
Written by emo1
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snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Bob Chasing Dragons in the Park

In every city in the world
Youíll find them there
Chasing dragons in the parks
Faces gauntí jaws open Ďnever shut'
Dim emotionless eyes take turns to blink
Among these Zombies of the poppies
You might find a friend of mine
Or a faded copy of the original
Blowing across the grimy concrete
Like a dry leaf before the first snow
Living out his life in the twilight
As minds slowly detach from bodies
Desires for love and sex dry up
Till they no longer can fuck
Lethargic bowels become arthritic
Till they no longer can shit

ĎThe Living Deadí
Yes, there is such a thing!

My old friend walks among them
Someplace, somewhere
You may catch a glimpse
Of his ragged form
Camouflaged against the city grey
A shadow of a human
Disappearing slowly into oblivion
In chemical emaciation he slowly dissolves
Till he disappears
As though he was never there
At all
Written by snugglebuck
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afriendoftina
Hendy
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
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You, I or She?

- PART ONE -

This tale is a warning, about a vice and its woe,
Of the lesson I learnt, and the ones yet to know.

See, the end is unwritten, might be my final farewell,
To the good and the bad, to the heaven and hell.

But the tale should be told, and so Iíll commence,
Iíll be open and honest and try not cause offence.

The whole story started less than eighteen months ago,
With me overweight, out-of-shape and my self-esteem low.

I was awkward and sad but was so sick of my lot,
Iíd work out to get thin; it was no novel plot.

But this time I did it. Lost the kilos: twenty-three,
An aesthetic success! But a shock lay waiting for me.

What I discovered to my horror, when the fat had all gone,
It wasnít why Iíd been unhappy, Iíd been mistaken all along.

When you canít blame the depression on the layers of fat.
Scapegoatís gone, veilís been lifted Ė now its time to face facts.

I had hated myself. For which, thereís no easy cure.
But I'd never have guessed what I was about to endure.

- PART TWO -

My grim realisation was not as clear as it is now
Itís taken time and reflection to solve the why and how

So superficial I was that the weight-loss pleased me,
My new body confidence brought me much glee.

It took a short step in learning that when building your self-worth up,
Needn't do it yourself, if others will do it - you're in luck.

The more notches you make, the more of them like you,
Each stamp of approval means youíre worth something too.

But this trick doesnít work, itís short shrift at best,
Such validationís unstable and needs constant redress

All that matters in this system is that they want you,
No connection required, don't need your desire too.

Soon I became an object, a thing merely of which you approve,
Such validation is addictive, not before long it consumes you.

This game is never over, the self-worth is never won,
For approval this fleeting, this shallow has soon gone.

Your entire self-worth crashes right down to the ground,
By one mild-mannered rejection, a snide comment or frown.

It soon left me quite hollow, couldnít have liked myself less,
How could finding some comfort possibly worsen this mess?

But hand in hand with this issue - there's a darker reveal,
A vice with such danger, it barely seems real.

- PART THREE -

I sought solace in drugs, to liven my day,
It didnít take long Ďtil my life went astray.

In order to find out how this all came to be,
Iíll need you to understand 'her' grip over me.

So allow me to introduce a few "friends" of mine
If you greet them but once, then youíll find them divine.

Thereís Mandy and Katie, and the one just called "G",
And last but not least, is Tina you see.

The last one of these has a much darker side,
Deep down sheís evil, she'll eat you alive.

Or better yet still, she'll have you do it yourself,
You'll follow her whispers, and youíll ruin your health.

At first you'll be fine and you'll tell yourself so,
But Tina works quickly, there's not long to go.

Youíll chomp and youíll chew, youíll pick and youíll scratch
Youíll end up a shell, thatís Tinaís one catch.

Other than that sheís perfectly fine,
Youíll fall apart slowly, one piece at a time.

And then thereís the psychosis - well thatís just a treat,
When the shadows start watching you walk down the street.

I swear that that singer is writing songs about me,
Wait, whatís that youíre hiding? Donít lie, I can see!

Still, thereís nothing quite like puffing clouds all the time,
Till five days, no sleep and Iím still writing in rhyme.

Havenít eaten for days, the fatís no problem now,
My ribs start protruding, face looks gaunt but wait, how?

I had the whole thing in hand, it was just once a week,
Thereís just one final shard left, I can't help but freak

The story gets worse, believe you and me,
When Tinaís got hold thereís no getting free

The minute you try to stop smoking shard,
Full depression sets in and you crash way too hard.

If she canít get you using then coming off it, she will,
"All the pain will soon stop" T whispers, "if you'd just pop that pill"

But the downers donít work, Tina makes sure thatís a fact,
Sheís not done with you yet, she'll first get you the sack.

Youíve got no money now, so you start helping her out,
You start selling her round Ďcause your fix was in doubt.

But look what you've done! Youíve passed her along,
You know what will happen and know full well itís wrong.

And this was my fate, and so you will see,
There isnít much left of a discernible me.

Itís too late for me now, too much of me's gone.
Nobodyís left here to save, if there ever was one.

But Wait! Hold up! Hang on just a secÖ
It isnít quite over, that bitch hasn't won yet.

I had forgotten that feeling, that desire to fight back,
The anger inside that builds you up to attack.

Iím starting to remember someone I used to be,
I was weak but tenacious; few others best me.

My resources are depleted and psychosis set in,
Itís hard to stay sane when your mind's wearing thin.

Itís important that I know I'm not beaten yet,
Got some tricks up my sleeve, that bitch won't ever forget.

- PART FOUR -

Well, what happens next? Iím sure youíre dying to know
The middle is all done with, just the ending to go.

Now Ė donít get frustrated but I just canít tell you the rest,
I donít know how it ends, I'm still living it - I confess.

Can't predict what will happen, perhaps there's one guess I can,
It wonít end with a fizzle. It will end with a bang.

Right now Iím alone, lost - no clear path in sight,
The state that Iím in, would give anyone a fright.

If all other attempts fail, then only one end is left,
Say it's the easy way out, you call me selfish to choose death.

Your ignorance is very telling, no need to say more,
I understand it all now, as clear as crystal I'm sure.

Youíll never quite get it, not sure youíll ever quite see,
The pain that Iím feeling and the emptiness that fills me.

After all Tina's done, she hasn't take me whole,
Sheís helped things along, granted - she took her toll.

But cast your minds back...there were problems before,
All Tina has done, is to seize the prey at her door.

- PART FIVE -

I was lost before I met her and even before that,
Had not a shred of self-worth, not even a scrap.

It was taken from me, before I even knew,
I was made to believe that somehow I needed you.

Tried so hard to fit in, to obey all of the rules,
To alter myself so I'd be liked by you fools.

I eroded away at the person I could've been.
By tempering myself down, so what's real was unseen.

All of my focus, time, energy were spent,
Playing the role you wanted and the 'real' part just went.

When I finally stopped caring about your version of me,
There was nothing else left there, no person to be.

So I died long ago, certainly anything worth saving.
That person isn't real, don't you? The one that youíre craving.

It was all a smart act, a ruse, a charade.
I played the part well, t'was unwittingly hard.

The impersonation laid on, worked more than it should,
Since it made all you like me more than I ever could.

How dare you remark callously on my final act?!
You have said quite enough haven't you, as a matter of fact.

The blame must be pointed at one of us, three.
One must be the culprit but is it You, I or She?

I know who I'd bet on, let's not dwell on that,
Firing guilt at each other, won't take it all back.

Tina's portion of blame is a catalyst's share,
Can't find her guilty if I kick away the chair.

It's funny that now's the time that I find,
The root of the problem was not me or my mind.

No solution to be gleaned, can't go back to the past.
Only the future left ahead and Iím not sure Iíll last.

Not giving up yet, I wonít just accept such a fate,
With some luck and some willing, it won't be too late...
Written by afriendoftina (Hendy)
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xmar82
Dangerous Mind
United States
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My Elixir

I am weak and misplaced in this world
A bubble in a world of thorns
I must harden my skin
Turn it to steel and
I must deaden the emotions
That betrays my inner gel
I need my elixir
My potion of power
To make me strong and unfeeling
With it I can weather anything
I am invincible
I am a monster
Without it I am just another
Weak human being
Subject to feel the worldís pain



(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
Written by xmar82
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SweetKittyCat5
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Medical Marijuana Cannabis

Marijuana Cannabis
Is it pure mental bliss
After taking an inhaling hit
A relaxing euphoric trip
I know Iím spreading it on just a tad too thick
For many Americans they feel they are getting the short end of the stick
My number one topic on my wish list, yes it was handpicked
 
I once danced so gracefully as a Prima Donna Ballerina
Dancing on stage at Madison Square Garden arena
Daily braces to walk has brought my existence down a peg
My wonderment was always found in my arms, my body, my legs
Struck with MS at a very early age
For me, no more Pique Turns, no more Fourette Turns on stage
That plant I require in grounded form, resembles seasoning Sage
However, Iím not at lawful age
Feeling the discouragement of my parentís relentless and winless political rage
Congress refusing to pass laws in my state to have medical marijuana usage placed on page

In some states, this war of words has taken a devastating toil
To pass laws to have marijuana used as a medication converted to Cannabis Oil
Should we suffer our symptoms in silence
When so many Americansí voices are now in compliance
A plant to be used for debilitating conditions, surely, is a gift of science
To assist when limbs that refuse to move or just quit
Why must some of us continue to deal with this
I have hopes and dreams to conquer, now Iím left with stage longing reminisce
Canít move to California, or Colorado
Dealing with the ramifications of a concept to grasp, if you must know

Father was just promoted and paying for my medication using the back-door method mold
Sadly, for the accumulating medical bills, our first home was sold
Should loving parents be the blame for such an unfounded risk of a silent claim
Seeing a loved one suffer due to Congressí waiting game
LegalizeÖhum whatís my opinion
Iím the writer, my beliefs are not deemed, this is Godís dominion
As a Nurse
Yes, I do see your hurt
As a woman of society, I hear your loud cries
In some states itís legal, but not mine, the echoing parental whys
Drug screens
Failure designed by several hidden means

My biggest concern
The ratio is meant to only burn
Trust me, I am not speaking out of turn
Listen and Learn
THC lowest threshold
The salvation to some as medical gold
Amphetamine, Methamphetamines, Barbiturates, Benzodiazepines, Marijuana, Cocaine, Opiates, Phencyclidine, Methadone, Propoxyphene
Ten Panel Drug Screen
Not fair as it may seem
Iíve witnessed in testing patients, and have seen, not meaning to sound bias or mean
THCís discerning threshold
The American choice to reap what they sow, strictly uncontrolled, medically consoled, yet DEA patrolled

Lowest element to behold
First ratio tester from a panel glimpsed, your concept to employment has been sold
Leaving you out in the cold
Positive tested
No employment for you will be invested
Other drugs placed on a higher rating scale
Urine tested falling under Head or Tails
Used a week ago
However, on the job, drug addict on the down low
Fair is, as one would think fair does
For the medical benefits, I give my blessings with love

Some say science has not caught up with this controversial wonder drug to use as such
However, look at all the elements it is known to assist, various medical conditions pretty much
As usual, the Houses of Congress moves in no rush
Pharmaceutical Companies stocks come to pass
Telling American people and your medical elements to go away with your wicked forecast
Utilized to reduce nausea and vomiting during chemotherapy, improve appetite in people with HIV/AIDS, muscle spasms and reduce chronic pain
From my standpoint an excellent argument to go against the grain
For the sake of argument itís a plant from the start
Chemical compounded into a medical work of art

Upstanding, pay taxes, some would admit itís their daily choice to smoke
Most seem to say it does not makes you steal for it, sell your body, or even go broke
Wake up America there is a chart that defines your deterred employment dreams
All found in the urine of your Drug Screen
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Wandering_Virgil
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Down the Hole

Fissures open ligatures lashing old wounds.
Techno honey enervates wastrelsí hot ids,
their ensconced reality altered, bent back
into temptation.
Written by Wandering_Virgil
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RexDurkin
Thought Provoker
Australia
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Forty Senryus (10. Enjoy Coke)

Snort the cocaine line    
Holy shit, I think Iím God † † †  
Letís start a business † † †  
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Itís a genius plan † † † †
We are going to be rich † † †  
And get all the chicks † † †  
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Getting hot pussy † † †  
Only Ďcos I shout them coke † † †  
This is how I roll † † †  
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Sun rise. †Coming down † † † †
Iím the worst person ever † † †  
I am so alone † † †  
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Why am I so shit † † †  
I don't have any real friends † † †  
What's the point of this † † †  
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Cry cry cry cry cry † † † †
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo † † †  
Now I am hungry † † †  
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Order a pizza † † †  
And get a six-pack of beer † † †  
Life is not so bad † † †  
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The telephone rings † † †  
It is my drug dealer Mike † † †  
Iíll take one gram thanks † † †  
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†Snort the cocaine lineÖÖ.
Written by RexDurkin
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gazellemon
Bradley J
Fire of Insight
United States
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Letter (Instrumental by Mors)

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SatansSperm
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Alice

Death came a calling
climbed up the water spout
gonna get that Alice
knock that bitch right out
out came a gun
he fell oh what to do
..so Alice ground him up
and drew the needle from the spoon
...and flew off to the moon
Alice....looked down
at her arm
"tracks like footprints on my soul." she thought
...as the needle slid into her arm
like so many of her customers
it repulsed her till...
she could feel the rush
of the white rabbit racing
through her veins
her mind chasing after it emphatically
till it got to the sweet spot..
.....ah the land of nod.
Alice slumped against the wall
by the gutter in the alley
and appeared to fall asleep.
Written by SatansSperm
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States
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Red Queen💊

I toss and play
with the softness of
bluish that unravels †
while I chase †
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losing itself among †
the bed clothes †
where I burrow and †
follow †
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like Alice tumbling †
into darkness †
through † †
an endless tunnel †
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leaving bottles †
in a row †
with their red queen †
to behead me †
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keeping guard †
in a nightstand †
reflection †
in the water glass †
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handfuls of †
nightmare in an †
oil-slick rainbow †
whose mythic pot †
recedes †
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until at last †
I reach where I †
can drink the †
shrinking potion † †




Preview art by ruumei
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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