addicts fun

just write a poem expressing why you can't deal without alcohol or drugs. express it in a poetic way. you got one week!

(adderall)

Addy's Iniquity

Dear Diary;  
I used to write you poetry  
About love, and the loss of  
Now all I have is indecency  
Shame and vulgarity  
Please guide me and  
Give me some clarity  
The last thing I want is  
Is your pity or charity---  
   
And then there she was;  
I met her on the streets  
I followed her to the A-Train  
And obediently took a seat  
   
Addy you're all I need  
To ignore the photo in my locket  
You're always there for me  
Leaving sunshine in my pockets  
   
Each line that seems to stop time  
Aching for that ethereal foil  
Breathless anticipation grips my spine  
And surges to life like a Tesla Coil  
   
It steers my ascension  
From this vorpal rabbit hole  
Sin, sex, salvation, motivation  
No other goal, but to roam and roll  
   
Good secrets never last  
And it's starting to show  
Personal devils play xylophone melodies  
On my fragile rib bones  
   
All he sees now is emotionless emaciation  
All I feel now is hate for my own creation

yes it does! nice job

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 betray 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 world's pain

You my love are my drug
You make feel drunk as a bug
You make me hazzie
You make me feel so crazy
Baby baby your my drug really
Your the one thing I can't live without silly
You make me weak
You make me seek
That your my favorite drug
Your my crazy love bug
Xoxo I overdosed

acid rain on the colonnades

mr. leary was supposed to take me
on a trip but i ended up at the  
dunking booth of the hieronymus bath
pcp carnival of the life and death
drowning in the mad truth of a pizza
cutter attack (funny  as hell now(in a
nervous, is hell really that funny finger  
the rosary beads and pray kinda way)
cause there was significantt blood    
and the feral time-travel threats
to eat your friends future first born
that was coming to kill you in the future
before they took you on a walk and talk down    
among the white columns of the colonnade,
the drizzle rain etching holes in your skin  
you had to subdue with finger nail knives
and self-punching grenades, finally group
subdued your manic frame to save from badge,
or gun, gurney or hearse, and now not a
night to remember turned warning verse as
as a promise and talisman to tamp down the worry
of its ever please never again return

(here's an old one of mine)

Addictions


Cigarettes  

                            Vodka  

                                                         Sex  

                                                                                Sin  

Like a conniving temptress  
Allure of the wicked pleasures  
Beckoning the addict in  

                                                                                Cuts  

                                                        Burns  

                             Blood  

Masochism  
 
Self prescribed body medication  
Inflicted by ones own hands  
Seeking tranquil, stinging asylum  

Pinned down  

                      Ass smacking  

                                                   Hair pulling  

                                                                        Rough sex  

The anti pleasure; but its amazing  
Taking it till I can't anymore  
Breathing hard anticipating what's next  

                                                                   Happy places  

                                                 Addictions  

                         Euphoria  

It's mine

Real Life

real life
coca cola
mickey dees

So we the people like inhaling breeze

so we like to crash it aint illegal to drive cars and goddamnit you know those are harder trees

so let your mind float free

sip that soda syrup please

sniffin coca hope I dont sneeze

douple dose of dope in my arms where they crease

load anotha bowla motta make me wheeze

Real life only adds up to death

real life only adds up to death

so fuck you fuck money fuck god fuck this stress

fuck godbless more like god please have forgiveness

the whole worlds been fucked so fuck back; fuck it all no less

most of us at home grow old stay pent up

meanwhile the rest of our mental vents shut

they cant even comprehend why it is I wont let up

dont sit down fuck what they say get up!

im fuckin fed up...

yall pushed the limits now the human race is fuckin finished with the way our generations sped up

So I slowed my damn self down

on top of fuck everything else fuck all you around

bumpin me out your surround

yeah let the bass pound

I hope you fucking drowned

all the years I went without a sound or even voice

no choice but to turn a bully break yalls toys

take away yalls joys

like yall keep me from mine

yall keepin jesus from his wine

your keepin buddha from his name

yall fuckin up the player and the game

yall fucked up all about the greed

let the plant be freed

put the tree back in free country

it brings me closer to god this burning bush I need

oh this weed its the best hobby in the world

please with this mary jane dont take me at my word

pass this bitch around
run a circle on her shit

mary jane aint never scary one thing in the world that we aint gotta quit

like fuck that vodka shit we aint about the harder shit

but still we aint above that harder shit

weve done did some carter shit

on that weezy woozy walkin home from the bar and shit

but nowadays only mary jane on some smarter shit ive gotta hit

ive gotta hit that
BC Blueberry Diesel Kush tangerine dream

just the fuckin thought make my tongue water and my eyes beam

just the thought make me wanna run to cali like I was on the track team

coughing and gauging

this mary jane got my feet dragging

eyes sagging

normal person acting

police attracting

this consumer life in america for the rest of us need to realize it really is a bad thing

                                                  My first competition here it goes
               
                                                 Title : Who Is She
                               
                                                    I stumble the street
                                                   To run away from it all
                                                    I look in the mirror
                                                    All I see is her
                                                    Lost in a world
                                                   Of temporary release
                                                   Out of control
                                                   Cause her father is deceased
                                                   The world crumble under her feet
                                                   She's falling miles and miles deep
                                                   I want to save her
                                                   But my legs are too weak
                                                   I hold her down
                                                   Tied to a seat
                                                   But the reality is,
                                                   She's me
             

addicts fun...

addicts fun?

when the fucks the last time you seen somebody with a habit grabbin at PUNS?

whens the last time you seent somebody with a habit havin fun enough to fuckin grasp it... even some?

no I don't mean slack jaws and souls as maggots

and runnin a lil somethin somethin like the racket into traffic

I mean really capturin' the magic real smiles and true friends laughin axin eachother like we genuinely brothers like "whats happenin?"

you don't see real addicts have fun

a real addicts life is over; already done

with each additive in the syringe like a bullet in the gun

addicts fun

ADDICTS FUN?!!

those who only know hate... we aint havin none!

time to educate those who wait,
those who shake, those who's hearts only heal to break
whose lives at stake, whose only fate they make, who take

everything they have and give it all up for those who grab

those who never had a chance, yet still take a stance

only to get knocked down again and again and kicked in the pants

those who fringe on societies most outer lands

those who could have been MD's but got put on pills since seventeen

I said so many more they could have been teachers lawyers and doctors

those who could have been good mothers and fathers

but were put behind lockers with the dealers, rapists and stalkers

fuckin up they minds proper

like the youth tryna break away from their greed forced upon and forced on cuffs of copper

rottin out their minds with their ipads and hoppers

meanwhile outside the window
the wind blows chills through your present junkie dying alone beside himself with self hatred track marks and frost burn

so the next time you think you wising up, considering rising up, remember it aint your concern

its not your individual job as an American citizen to learn

only to possess and oppress, and what isn't considered progress?- our backs turn and we burn...

Sounds of Sex

The sound in my ear was beyond deafening
It was a mute button to everything else around me
I was probing my ear as if I could shake it out
Free myself of this teakettle's call punctuating my every thought

I was shaking and thrusting my finger violently
I had to get the shrieking out 
I was fingering my ear like it was a porn star 

A monkey's dick in my ear

The tormenting timber torrential in it's tone
The monkey's fucking my head harder
Grinding his hips and his teeth chattering
Covering my eyes so I can't see

Make the noise stop
Who invited the monkey anyway 

I feel a pop
He's stopped, yet I shudder
The monkey came in my ear
I can feel his warm flow leaking from my canal
Down my lobe
Dripping from my hoop
Liquified relief traces my finger tips making it's way to my life line
Funny, monkey cum taste like blood 

I go to sleep
Because that's what you do after you get fucked 

[quote-253666-LobodeSanPedro]Sounds of Sex

so what im taking from this story is that you let a marsupial go ballz deep in ur ear? did I raelly just read that right meow? really?...   really?! lol