Drug Addiction
kriticool
Forum Posts: 596
Fire of Insight
32
Joined 1st Nov 2011Forum Posts: 596
RubbaTina
RubbaTina she logged alotta time on that bench
that wench...used to be Queen Serene
now she’s a not too notable dope fiend
where in between another lifetime and now
she got caught on that track
chasing smack
head bopping up & down or placed on her back
asking each trick do he like it like that?
RubbaTina used to be keener
used to be one who was a tad bit meaner
used to be one who was fine as hell
her hair with that gel; we wondering what failed
now on that bench crying
each passerby wonders what's with that smell
smells like dying
RubbaTina before doin them bids
Long Island Manor; had her two nice kids
a man who cared; family who shared
No pimps, church ladies with contemptuous stares
no talking to lost beauty no longer found there
living a life where she actually cared
RubbaTina stuck shit in her arm
wouldn't except help; doin her self selfish harm
right there on that bench; decision to self lynch
from dream to a nightmare
that damsel done stressed
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Gemini
Geminitalian
Forum Posts: 1378
Geminitalian
Fire of Insight
9
Joined 28th Oct 2012Forum Posts: 1378
It's fine stillborn. No rules in this comp.
Thamk you everyone for your entries so far. There are some stellar poems here so far.
Thamk you everyone for your entries so far. There are some stellar poems here so far.
Anonymous
"My Tar Baby Friend"
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All of my friends
have left me alone,
the close ones, too,
Only one stayed, by my choice.
He turned out to be
more loyal than Bud,
who actually burned me,
he was such a dud, anyway,
glad he’s gone with the others.
Good riddance, they smothered my dreams.
I get so excited when I fill up Baby’s tube,
a beautiful glass syringe that twinkles,
makes me cringe sometimes, I love it.
I burn the spoon slowly, watch the lucky tar ball
melt into a bubbly dark bitter fluid, such wonderful fragrance,
fills the stale air with sweet sickly twisty smoke,
coils all around me like a poisonous snake,
invigorates me, so cosmic.
Elastic wraps my skinny little arm,
maybe a bony leg, it doesn’t matter which,
there are plenty of spots to choose from, just have to pick
a purple scabbed dot, there’s dozens.
I make my selection quickly, pin prick,
push him smoothly into my hungry vein,
we’re that close, it’s intimate.
Oh, how I crave our connection,
find myself slipping into a hazy coma state,
lying comfortably on big Persian geometric pillows,
thinking about nothing but nirvana here,
a high-flying special place,
I kiss the sun’s face there,
even my hair feels good.
We have an understanding,
we’re partners for life,
there’s never an argument between us,
it’s a glorious affair.
My gosh, I feel soooo euphoric, on top of the world!
My fingers stained brown, face looks a bit sunken,
dark rings under my eyes to match my digits.
I wear a frown when I’m down not up,
lost a tooth, maybe two, swallowed one once,
tracks run all over me, on both arms and legs,
telling my hardcore tragic story.
None of that physical stuff really matters to me,
I feel so blasted good on the inside, especially
after a delicious black liquid injection.
Well, fuck the rejection and Bud!
Tar is my baby now,
I want him all the time,
he’s genuine.
Christ, who needs more friends, when
none of them ever made me
feel this damned special.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/72040.jpg
All of my friends
have left me alone,
the close ones, too,
Only one stayed, by my choice.
He turned out to be
more loyal than Bud,
who actually burned me,
he was such a dud, anyway,
glad he’s gone with the others.
Good riddance, they smothered my dreams.
I get so excited when I fill up Baby’s tube,
a beautiful glass syringe that twinkles,
makes me cringe sometimes, I love it.
I burn the spoon slowly, watch the lucky tar ball
melt into a bubbly dark bitter fluid, such wonderful fragrance,
fills the stale air with sweet sickly twisty smoke,
coils all around me like a poisonous snake,
invigorates me, so cosmic.
Elastic wraps my skinny little arm,
maybe a bony leg, it doesn’t matter which,
there are plenty of spots to choose from, just have to pick
a purple scabbed dot, there’s dozens.
I make my selection quickly, pin prick,
push him smoothly into my hungry vein,
we’re that close, it’s intimate.
Oh, how I crave our connection,
find myself slipping into a hazy coma state,
lying comfortably on big Persian geometric pillows,
thinking about nothing but nirvana here,
a high-flying special place,
I kiss the sun’s face there,
even my hair feels good.
We have an understanding,
we’re partners for life,
there’s never an argument between us,
it’s a glorious affair.
My gosh, I feel soooo euphoric, on top of the world!
My fingers stained brown, face looks a bit sunken,
dark rings under my eyes to match my digits.
I wear a frown when I’m down not up,
lost a tooth, maybe two, swallowed one once,
tracks run all over me, on both arms and legs,
telling my hardcore tragic story.
None of that physical stuff really matters to me,
I feel so blasted good on the inside, especially
after a delicious black liquid injection.
Well, fuck the rejection and Bud!
Tar is my baby now,
I want him all the time,
he’s genuine.
Christ, who needs more friends, when
none of them ever made me
feel this damned special.
zenithquasar77
Marcus cooke
Forum Posts: 88
Marcus cooke
Dangerous Mind
10
Joined 6th Sep 2012Forum Posts: 88
"My Foolish Friend, For When You Come Out Of The Rain"
Always
the loner
the laid back stoner
smoking his way
through backie
and half empty
printer toner.
The Marlborough messiah
with his pants on fire
the truthful liar
perched on his sofa
to some his life
has been wasted
pasted on a canvass
of infinite complexities.
Always
the wise monkey
perched on his sofa
a spiff in one hand
in the other a ice cold soda.
I guess you were chasing fire
my foolish friend
i will write the following
upon your headstone
it will read..
"All that you were
be as it may
all that you are
grow wings
and fly away
your coming
back one day
your coming out of the rain.
all that you are
be as it may
all that you were
grow legs
and run away
you're coming back one day"
Always
the loner
the laid back stoner
smoking his way
through backie
and half empty
printer toner.
The Marlborough messiah
with his pants on fire
the truthful liar
perched on his sofa
to some his life
has been wasted
pasted on a canvass
of infinite complexities.
Always
the wise monkey
perched on his sofa
a spiff in one hand
in the other a ice cold soda.
I guess you were chasing fire
my foolish friend
i will write the following
upon your headstone
it will read..
"All that you were
be as it may
all that you are
grow wings
and fly away
your coming
back one day
your coming out of the rain.
all that you are
be as it may
all that you were
grow legs
and run away
you're coming back one day"
Qball910
Joined 12th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 1
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 1
In crystal caverns ive become entrapped
seething with despair
stuck in this foreign place with not even a map
this must be lucifers lair
a weary traveler yearning for rest
but stress is all i find
living this life as a humbled guest
but slwoly becoming blind
so familiar with such abominable deeds
rejecting all signs of affection
regretting every second while i quench these needs
needing sense of direction
demons and shadows replace family and sunlight
swift and sudden do they arrive
in disgust at the experience of this evils might
makes me question if im really alive
peering from the depths a frown is what remains
with nothing to replace it
trying to decifer the suffering and the pains
the only option is to face it
seething with despair
stuck in this foreign place with not even a map
this must be lucifers lair
a weary traveler yearning for rest
but stress is all i find
living this life as a humbled guest
but slwoly becoming blind
so familiar with such abominable deeds
rejecting all signs of affection
regretting every second while i quench these needs
needing sense of direction
demons and shadows replace family and sunlight
swift and sudden do they arrive
in disgust at the experience of this evils might
makes me question if im really alive
peering from the depths a frown is what remains
with nothing to replace it
trying to decifer the suffering and the pains
the only option is to face it
tarishaenglish
Joined 12th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 4
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 4
She thought she was dead
alone, as she bled
the razor still in hand
what seemed a good plan.
Waking in a room
it must've been cleaned soon
the smell of bleach burns her eyes
atleast thats her excuse for why she cries.
They say she needs sedation
but she was trying to escape the medication
another dose it seems
its like she's living the same dream.
It's like they'll never understand
even with the razor still in hand
she would rather lay down and die
than to entertain getting high.
So she rips out the stitches
leaves a note with a laugh: "this will teach you bitches"
she runs to lock the door
as blood begins flowing to the floor.
Abreast with her disease
seems death the only way to stay clean.
alone, as she bled
the razor still in hand
what seemed a good plan.
Waking in a room
it must've been cleaned soon
the smell of bleach burns her eyes
atleast thats her excuse for why she cries.
They say she needs sedation
but she was trying to escape the medication
another dose it seems
its like she's living the same dream.
It's like they'll never understand
even with the razor still in hand
she would rather lay down and die
than to entertain getting high.
So she rips out the stitches
leaves a note with a laugh: "this will teach you bitches"
she runs to lock the door
as blood begins flowing to the floor.
Abreast with her disease
seems death the only way to stay clean.
Blake25
Forum Posts: 18
Thought Provoker
3
Joined 30th Nov 2012 Forum Posts: 18
Roll it, light it, inhale deeply, and
don't let any smoke out. Feel
your throat burn and watch
the tears escape from your
bleeding eyes.
Within minutes, you feel a bit nauseous, and
the walls that surround you start breathing to
the sound of your increasing heartbeat.
Fluttering profusely, you can hear it beat, as
the dull colors become
more vivid, and your own
reflection starts to become
your own worse enemy.
The distorted face you see before you
starts to worry you, for
you think it's a mere reality,
and the people you surround yourself with
start to act a little peculiar and suspicious,
almost as if they're not who they say they are.
Panic subsides as you close
your eyes and take in
the beauty that you have created.
It's intricate shapes and flawless
colors leave you starstruck and in
disbelief. It never dies nor
diminishes, it just continues
to build and change within the
space continuum, like a rare painting,
always manifesting new meanings and ideas.
This is what you wanted, right?
A hit and a trip to pleasure island?
This colored smoke makes you feel euphoric,
and all your pain goes away, as if it never
really existed. You become all knowing and
see through the people that sit before you.
You are limitless. Nobody can touch you.
But as your final hour commences, you
take a turn for the worse.
Sweat drips down your
face, and that little shake on the
lower part of your arm won't go away.
Rage and hunger start to
rain down on you,
like a ton of bricks. What a
strange sensation this is?
You're not who you were an
hour ago--you're possessed.
Everything you've been
taught as a child
fails you at this
very moment in time.
Your friend looks rather
tasty, and with a loud snap,
the blood from
his neck is
in the palm of your hands.
Loud screams and cry's
become nonexistent,
for you are just a
drone, trying to feed
his unsatisfiable hunger.
Sirens draw near,
but what can they do?
The look on your victims
face has already turned black and blue.
don't let any smoke out. Feel
your throat burn and watch
the tears escape from your
bleeding eyes.
Within minutes, you feel a bit nauseous, and
the walls that surround you start breathing to
the sound of your increasing heartbeat.
Fluttering profusely, you can hear it beat, as
the dull colors become
more vivid, and your own
reflection starts to become
your own worse enemy.
The distorted face you see before you
starts to worry you, for
you think it's a mere reality,
and the people you surround yourself with
start to act a little peculiar and suspicious,
almost as if they're not who they say they are.
Panic subsides as you close
your eyes and take in
the beauty that you have created.
It's intricate shapes and flawless
colors leave you starstruck and in
disbelief. It never dies nor
diminishes, it just continues
to build and change within the
space continuum, like a rare painting,
always manifesting new meanings and ideas.
This is what you wanted, right?
A hit and a trip to pleasure island?
This colored smoke makes you feel euphoric,
and all your pain goes away, as if it never
really existed. You become all knowing and
see through the people that sit before you.
You are limitless. Nobody can touch you.
But as your final hour commences, you
take a turn for the worse.
Sweat drips down your
face, and that little shake on the
lower part of your arm won't go away.
Rage and hunger start to
rain down on you,
like a ton of bricks. What a
strange sensation this is?
You're not who you were an
hour ago--you're possessed.
Everything you've been
taught as a child
fails you at this
very moment in time.
Your friend looks rather
tasty, and with a loud snap,
the blood from
his neck is
in the palm of your hands.
Loud screams and cry's
become nonexistent,
for you are just a
drone, trying to feed
his unsatisfiable hunger.
Sirens draw near,
but what can they do?
The look on your victims
face has already turned black and blue.
Whitewand6
Forum Posts: 2251
Dangerous Mind
16
Joined 1st Nov 2011 Forum Posts: 2251
the clock shows ten to two and it seems awhile
i am the gasper noe vision tonight the night hawk
taking in everything in my 360 vantage point that
keeps on evolving in a blur at the speed of change
i swoop and dive and somersault and barely evade
crashing into the concrete sans my safety net
keep floating high above the highrise apartments with
their all white elevators interiors exteriors housing the
killers sharks lunatics whores with their prisons and
dungeons and aquariums and med cabinets with
their bottles of thorazine xanax irish whiskey and
burgundy wine bought from duty free stores
penetrate their weatherproof walls of sunset yellow
with fake renoirs and souzas commissioned locally
levitate above their custom made peacock blue
silk bedspread stained soiled with stale suffering
fragments of broken abused faith warped shreds
of stolen innocence stoic stench of long lost lives
hit me and i gatecrash falling on the linoleum
pale phantoms of elapsed love stare with
their marble eyes sewn with care congealed
by time oozing fresh truth
the shiny tap offers its condolences every few minutes
to the dead home and its limp listless inmates dying of
basal metabolism embolism whatnot
i seep in thru the granite squeeze thru the plaster of paris
and the brass and the pashmina and the expensive wood
thru empty bodies and troubled minds and developing fetuses
bruised canals stagnant air and late night television with
fellinisque wet dreams fresh popcorn shared nightmares
blast thru the flint glass window and hurtle above everything
the manicured garden the azure pool the uniformed guard seated
reach the high i always seek always sought
it thrills me to see the city a living dying alien organism
an abomination with a million parts alive wriggling choking
airless gross beautiful in their collective existence
livid alive in their cancerous decadence
drained drowsy the city sleeps sending out new batches
of data and dead to all parts buying and selling dreams
smuggling the contradictions and the chaos in small
stiff packages
undiminished adulterated it moans in all its might
life thrives in strife demons doves dwellers dust
settle in as i die a bit every time upon entering
my own diseased flesh still with foreboding
cold gray and distant my body resembles
a remote mining town sans any allure
the pyridoxine bottle lies next to me
and somehow i can't seem to reach
tarishaenglish
Joined 12th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 4
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 4
Addicts Riddle
I sit here staring at you
as if i know you best.
Taunting you with misconceptions
that never let you rest.
I am your constant companion
an invasion of your privacy.
I disgust your better judgement
and still you sell yourself to me.
You rationalize and bargain with me
while you forget to feel.
You make me your business partner
and mask any emotion once real.
You lost your grip on the reigns
while we were fooling around.
Your cyclical behavior
forever has you bound.
I sit here staring at you
as if i know you best.
Taunting you with misconceptions
that never let you rest.
I am your constant companion
an invasion of your privacy.
I disgust your better judgement
and still you sell yourself to me.
You rationalize and bargain with me
while you forget to feel.
You make me your business partner
and mask any emotion once real.
You lost your grip on the reigns
while we were fooling around.
Your cyclical behavior
forever has you bound.
Anonymous
Gemini said:I've been going through a lot of my old poems and most of them are about heroin addiction. I'm curious to read your best poems on drug/alcohol addiction. Since addicts generally hate following rules, there are no rules for this comp. I just ask that posts be kept to poems and comments about the poems. Thank you.
Gemini
Filth
I tried to help you
But you spat in my face
Force feeding me your lies
Which now I refuse to consume
I see no cure for you
You're totally fucking drained of redemption.
You make your justifications
Allowing your weaknesses and insecurities
To take hold within you
You're on your fucking own now.
Your life is slipping away
It is of your own doing.
You've stolen
You've lied
Whatever it takes you'll comply
To feed your addiction
I loved you
And now all that is left for you
Is contempt and disgust.
What we had was truly something real
You've violated it beyond repair
Tore my heart out and laid it out before me
Abandoned me for your filth
Which I refuse to consume
You're destroying yourself
And keep on pushing me away and blocking me out
Now you're hooking for cash to get a quick fix.
Without a second thought of what you've become.
I've given you your chances
And your doors I have ripped open
Only to have them shut in my face
Without a single shred of remorse
You have fucking submitted.
And left me with no other alternative.
But to leave you to your filth.
Gemini
Filth
I tried to help you
But you spat in my face
Force feeding me your lies
Which now I refuse to consume
I see no cure for you
You're totally fucking drained of redemption.
You make your justifications
Allowing your weaknesses and insecurities
To take hold within you
You're on your fucking own now.
Your life is slipping away
It is of your own doing.
You've stolen
You've lied
Whatever it takes you'll comply
To feed your addiction
I loved you
And now all that is left for you
Is contempt and disgust.
What we had was truly something real
You've violated it beyond repair
Tore my heart out and laid it out before me
Abandoned me for your filth
Which I refuse to consume
You're destroying yourself
And keep on pushing me away and blocking me out
Now you're hooking for cash to get a quick fix.
Without a second thought of what you've become.
I've given you your chances
And your doors I have ripped open
Only to have them shut in my face
Without a single shred of remorse
You have fucking submitted.
And left me with no other alternative.
But to leave you to your filth.
kourtnissixxx
Forum Posts: 928
Dangerous Mind
12
Joined 12th July 2011Forum Posts: 928
The Art of Exhaust and Self Reflection
In the
Pupils
Of
Imbecility
.
.
.
Are
Pools of
.
.
.
Atramentous
Abomination
Perspiring
In addictive
Evaporated
Rain
.
.
.
Always
Showered in
.
.
.
Nostalgic
Anxiety
Utterly
Submerged
.
.
.
And
Asphyxiated
.
.
.
Only
Monochromatic
Like an
Elaborate symphony
Of a
Victimized phantom
Requital
Like a
Harmonized
Serpentine
Is it
Calamitous
.
.
.
Or
Maybe just
Ruined
Will I
Inhale
Endearing opus
.
.
.
Just as
Sulfurous
As
Atrocious
As
Toxic endowment
A
Wanton caress
A
Euphoria
Inside
An
Eerie asylum
Vapid fatigue
Like
Resentful ecstasy
My
Crude awakening
Is a
Siesta
In a
Nightmare
A
Vortex that's
Bleeding desire
And
Deception
Just like
Pernicious wicketry
Causing
Mental supernovas
.
.
.
Jaded
Clarity
.
.
.
Unorthodoxed
Musing
My
.
.
.
Smitten Serenity
My
.
.
.
Fake tranquility
So is the
Cavorting
Artist
In my
Required
Destruction
.
.
.
So is the
Melodic
Art of
Mesmerizing
Smoke
And
Dreaded
Self-reflection
In the
Pupils
Of
Imbecility
.
.
.
Are
Pools of
.
.
.
Atramentous
Abomination
Perspiring
In addictive
Evaporated
Rain
.
.
.
Always
Showered in
.
.
.
Nostalgic
Anxiety
Utterly
Submerged
.
.
.
And
Asphyxiated
.
.
.
Only
Monochromatic
Like an
Elaborate symphony
Of a
Victimized phantom
Requital
Like a
Harmonized
Serpentine
Is it
Calamitous
.
.
.
Or
Maybe just
Ruined
Will I
Inhale
Endearing opus
.
.
.
Just as
Sulfurous
As
Atrocious
As
Toxic endowment
A
Wanton caress
A
Euphoria
Inside
An
Eerie asylum
Vapid fatigue
Like
Resentful ecstasy
My
Crude awakening
Is a
Siesta
In a
Nightmare
A
Vortex that's
Bleeding desire
And
Deception
Just like
Pernicious wicketry
Causing
Mental supernovas
.
.
.
Jaded
Clarity
.
.
.
Unorthodoxed
Musing
My
.
.
.
Smitten Serenity
My
.
.
.
Fake tranquility
So is the
Cavorting
Artist
In my
Required
Destruction
.
.
.
So is the
Melodic
Art of
Mesmerizing
Smoke
And
Dreaded
Self-reflection
Gemini
Geminitalian
Forum Posts: 1378
Geminitalian
Fire of Insight
9
Joined 28th Oct 2012Forum Posts: 1378
Wow! 35 poems so far and I can only pick one winner out of all of these? This is going to be tough! Thank you everyone who has entered their poetry. There are a lot of really good ones!
Anonymous
Hindsight by the Pint
My cold beer isn't cold
anymore. It swims
in a puddle of missed details. I
should know better
by now the order of things. Like the steps
I take toward porcelain. That my night
in and out of the bottle
isn't decidedly spent
on linoleum art. I'm usually all for
retrospection. Now I'll settle for asprin and
an iota of forgiveness.
My cold beer isn't cold
anymore. It swims
in a puddle of missed details. I
should know better
by now the order of things. Like the steps
I take toward porcelain. That my night
in and out of the bottle
isn't decidedly spent
on linoleum art. I'm usually all for
retrospection. Now I'll settle for asprin and
an iota of forgiveness.
zenithquasar77
Marcus cooke
Forum Posts: 88
Marcus cooke
Dangerous Mind
10
Joined 6th Sep 2012Forum Posts: 88
Pill Seeker
The pill on my tongue
Washed down with water
Stuck in my throat
Just what the doctor ordered
These pills taste bitter
These pills were supposed to make me fitter
My mind accepts the side effects
And nothing seems the same
Are these pills working?
Unable to detect
The oncoming storm of a placebo effect.
Shiny foil blister packs
scattered on the table
Sweat and tears
dripping on the warning label
Absurd Quantities of unpronounceable names
Popping pills should be an Olympic game
These pills look different,
defying description
Hang on a moment
These aren’t the pills on my prescription
Small and white they have no taste
These have a crossbow and a smiley face
Trees lose leafs
Time stand still
Who would have thought
you could put all that in a pill
Without these pills I start to feel weaker
I’m nothing more than a glorified pill-seeker
Day in and day out
I announce my dedication
To my new friend, my medication.
The pill on my tongue
Washed down with water
Stuck in my throat
Just what the doctor ordered
These pills taste bitter
These pills were supposed to make me fitter
My mind accepts the side effects
And nothing seems the same
Are these pills working?
Unable to detect
The oncoming storm of a placebo effect.
Shiny foil blister packs
scattered on the table
Sweat and tears
dripping on the warning label
Absurd Quantities of unpronounceable names
Popping pills should be an Olympic game
These pills look different,
defying description
Hang on a moment
These aren’t the pills on my prescription
Small and white they have no taste
These have a crossbow and a smiley face
Trees lose leafs
Time stand still
Who would have thought
you could put all that in a pill
Without these pills I start to feel weaker
I’m nothing more than a glorified pill-seeker
Day in and day out
I announce my dedication
To my new friend, my medication.