Submissions by Syd (False Sense)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2023 6:01pm
14th Sep 2023 6:01pm
I Air Guitared A Baby (It's not as bad as it sounds)
#music
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 6:20pm
14th Sep 2020 6:20pm
The Jellyfish
Forever altering acid rain
All the pleasure without the pain
Lysergic acid tattooing the brain
Gods beautiful pulsating gift
Dope Lemon & The Psychic Ills
Pure emotion, neon thrills
Glowing gold like daffodils
I air guitar a Hendrix riff
The Jellyfish is the centre piece
If there was war she would be peace
Out of her book I take a leaf
Jettison paddles and slowly drift
Aching cheeks and racing thoughts
Jason and the fucking Argonauts
Amid the chaos thoughts pause...
Is life genuine...
All the pleasure without the pain
Lysergic acid tattooing the brain
Gods beautiful pulsating gift
Dope Lemon & The Psychic Ills
Pure emotion, neon thrills
Glowing gold like daffodils
I air guitar a Hendrix riff
The Jellyfish is the centre piece
If there was war she would be peace
Out of her book I take a leaf
Jettison paddles and slowly drift
Aching cheeks and racing thoughts
Jason and the fucking Argonauts
Amid the chaos thoughts pause...
Is life genuine...
#happiness
#emotions
380 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2019 10:51am
23rd Oct 2019 10:51am
Liberty Cap
Liberty caps liberate
like ink in water dissipates
psilocybin on my dinner plate
no turning back
A laxative to a blockage
bounty of an autumn woods forage
the oats to the fortified porridge
mushroom tea black
Crisp clean technicolors
the eight of seven wonders
strobe lightening without thunder
an almighty silent clap
Bright illuminessant neon gasses
ergot fungi on Albert Hoffman's grasses
embracing the horror until the doom passes
a sexy sensual sensory attack
like ink in water dissipates
psilocybin on my dinner plate
no turning back
A laxative to a blockage
bounty of an autumn woods forage
the oats to the fortified porridge
mushroom tea black
Crisp clean technicolors
the eight of seven wonders
strobe lightening without thunder
an almighty silent clap
Bright illuminessant neon gasses
ergot fungi on Albert Hoffman's grasses
embracing the horror until the doom passes
a sexy sensual sensory attack
#happiness
#admiration
615 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2019 2:11pm
13th Oct 2019 2:11pm
LSA lashings
Where to begin?..
The night was a cold sweat
I was seeded..
deep seeded
saturated in sin
Grease on my brow
thick goose fat
akin to the furr
of a rabid sewer rat
Curds of thought
crudely churned
by an ancient oxidizing antique
horse drawn plough
Hawaiian baby woodrose
with the ferocious force of a firemans hose
I felt the stinging thorns of a seductive rose
an iceberg to a ships bow
Never again....
thoughts pummeled
by gunmetal grey
unrelenting steel ball bearing rain ...
The night was a cold sweat
I was seeded..
deep seeded
saturated in sin
Grease on my brow
thick goose fat
akin to the furr
of a rabid sewer rat
Curds of thought
crudely churned
by an ancient oxidizing antique
horse drawn plough
Hawaiian baby woodrose
with the ferocious force of a firemans hose
I felt the stinging thorns of a seductive rose
an iceberg to a ships bow
Never again....
thoughts pummeled
by gunmetal grey
unrelenting steel ball bearing rain ...
#despair
518 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 1:31am
5th Sep 2019 1:31am
Shades
Dank thick perspiration
drapes over our oily nervous skin
like freshly salted slugs...
No breeze
the air is hot and still..
We carve up limes with a kitchen knife
as the other commuters look nervous.
We lick salt and do shots of tequila,
the butterflies in our stomachs do back flips
as we hurtle along in a tin tube
following the ancient British mainline
The English weather has for once done us proud. This bank holiday weekend will be a story to tell our grandchildren.....If we survive.
The festival ground is dry...
drapes over our oily nervous skin
like freshly salted slugs...
No breeze
the air is hot and still..
We carve up limes with a kitchen knife
as the other commuters look nervous.
We lick salt and do shots of tequila,
the butterflies in our stomachs do back flips
as we hurtle along in a tin tube
following the ancient British mainline
The English weather has for once done us proud. This bank holiday weekend will be a story to tell our grandchildren.....If we survive.
The festival ground is dry...
#music
#travel
#freedom
#dance
#passion
533 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2019 2:05am
4th Sep 2019 2:05am
Toploder
Pushing luck
And ignorance
Right to the hilt...
I hide my wifes empty bottle with disgust,
like a cat burrying shit.
Potions and chemicals
Help me forget...
The tracking's off
The tape is twisted
Please press EJECT
And ignorance
Right to the hilt...
I hide my wifes empty bottle with disgust,
like a cat burrying shit.
Potions and chemicals
Help me forget...
The tracking's off
The tape is twisted
Please press EJECT
#dark
#shame
#despair #denial
#despair #denial
466 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2019 1:59am
3rd Sep 2019 1:59am
Caged
Analogue
In a digital age
Peering out
Through an oxidizing cage
No self recognition
Under the heavy weather
Perspiration rusts the bars more
As I tear out another feather
Through the bars
Posts another pay cheque
Payment for poison
That helps me forget
Spreadsheets
Forecasts
Anylitical data
Music
Writing
Drinking
My downfall and saviour
Loosing my last marble
In the game of Kerplunk
Words are analogue
Numbers are c***s
In a digital age
Peering out
Through an oxidizing cage
No self recognition
Under the heavy weather
Perspiration rusts the bars more
As I tear out another feather
Through the bars
Posts another pay cheque
Payment for poison
That helps me forget
Spreadsheets
Forecasts
Anylitical data
Music
Writing
Drinking
My downfall and saviour
Loosing my last marble
In the game of Kerplunk
Words are analogue
Numbers are c***s
#money
#consumerism
399 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2019 3:04pm
1st Sep 2019 3:04pm
Dark Blue
At a steep angle
The bottle does glug
The glass fills fast
With awe I gasp
Stops my worries in their tracks
A salt line to a slug...
A taste of freedom
Down my throat
Worries jettisoned
My sacred medicine
Temporary isolation
Just a tidal moat...
Why are we here?
I don't remember
The summer gives way
To the misty mornings of September
Early dementia
Who are you? ...
The bottle does glug
The glass fills fast
With awe I gasp
Stops my worries in their tracks
A salt line to a slug...
A taste of freedom
Down my throat
Worries jettisoned
My sacred medicine
Temporary isolation
Just a tidal moat...
Why are we here?
I don't remember
The summer gives way
To the misty mornings of September
Early dementia
Who are you? ...
#sadness
#dark
#emptiness
340 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2019 5:36pm
30th Aug 2019 5:36pm
The Beautiful Pharmaceutical (Parts 1&2)
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
497 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 11:07am
23rd Aug 2019 11:07am
Languidly Basking
I love this simple tranquil feeling
eyes half closed
head back
studying the contours
of my cobwebbed
artex ceiling
pleasantly plastered
praying to the artex God
soft spirals spinning through my coconut head
I wish this was real
soft touch and feel
bordering the living and the dead
Do not disturb
don't wake me up
summer sun, bumble bees, buttercups
Basking in the smooth
forgetting tomorrows rough
a mirrored pond
peace and still
ingesting medicine but I'm not ill
Do not worry ...
eyes half closed
head back
studying the contours
of my cobwebbed
artex ceiling
pleasantly plastered
praying to the artex God
soft spirals spinning through my coconut head
I wish this was real
soft touch and feel
bordering the living and the dead
Do not disturb
don't wake me up
summer sun, bumble bees, buttercups
Basking in the smooth
forgetting tomorrows rough
a mirrored pond
peace and still
ingesting medicine but I'm not ill
Do not worry ...
#happiness
#gratitude
477 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 1:53am
23rd Aug 2019 1:53am
In To The Fumes
Words flow like worms
Swept along in the silt
Of murky river beds
No match for the current
And content
Of a cluttered unfiltered head
Moments perish like daffodils
Fragile to a stiff
Spring breeze
Petals turn dark to auburn
Permiated with jaundice
Depicting decaying disease
Ferrous dust lines lungs
Along with choking
Metallic fumes
Time ticks in slow motion
Steel faced suppressed emotion
As impending doom looms
Swept along in the silt
Of murky river beds
No match for the current
And content
Of a cluttered unfiltered head
Moments perish like daffodils
Fragile to a stiff
Spring breeze
Petals turn dark to auburn
Permiated with jaundice
Depicting decaying disease
Ferrous dust lines lungs
Along with choking
Metallic fumes
Time ticks in slow motion
Steel faced suppressed emotion
As impending doom looms
#addiction
#illness
388 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2019 9:22am
22nd Aug 2019 9:22am
Aquaplane
Full of momentum
Intoxicated on summer's sunshine
No respect for the rain
I need to stop suddenly
Can't do it gently
Slam on the brakes
And drift eloquently
In slow motion...
I aquaplane
Danger in beauty
Beauty in wisdom
Bones fracture brilliantly
Like light in prisms
No room for logic
Slow motion gliding
Common sense hiding...
Cataclysm
Palace of wisdom?
If I live, leave me bleeding
Sucking moist air
With blood, hair and glass
Wrapped around my face ...
Intoxicated on summer's sunshine
No respect for the rain
I need to stop suddenly
Can't do it gently
Slam on the brakes
And drift eloquently
In slow motion...
I aquaplane
Danger in beauty
Beauty in wisdom
Bones fracture brilliantly
Like light in prisms
No room for logic
Slow motion gliding
Common sense hiding...
Cataclysm
Palace of wisdom?
If I live, leave me bleeding
Sucking moist air
With blood, hair and glass
Wrapped around my face ...
#drugs
658 reads
5 Comments
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