Poems About Drugs Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about drugs published by members recently online.
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
Hunted By Insanity
They stand everywhere
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
#drugs
#rhyming
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
420 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
Hunted By Insanity
They stand everywhere
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
#drugs
#rhyming
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
420 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
Hunted By Insanity
They stand everywhere
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
#drugs
#rhyming
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
420 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
Hunted By Insanity
They stand everywhere
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
#drugs
#rhyming
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
420 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
Hunted By Insanity
They stand everywhere
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
#drugs
#rhyming
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
420 reads
0 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
What It Looks Like
This is what it looks like
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
#disappointment
#drugs
#LifeCycle #regret
#LifeCycle #regret
328 reads
3 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
What It Looks Like
This is what it looks like
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
#disappointment
#drugs
#LifeCycle #regret
#LifeCycle #regret
328 reads
3 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
What It Looks Like
This is what it looks like
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
#disappointment
#drugs
#LifeCycle #regret
#LifeCycle #regret
328 reads
3 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
1st Aug 2024 10:15am
What It Looks Like
This is what it looks like
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
This is how the heartbreaks
Take a look at a golden soul turned black
From a little bit too much give and just not enough take
I’ve been changed in ways that cannot be undone
Parts of me will never be revived
These are the consequences that I must accept
For going back to a lifestyle I was more than blessed to have once already survived
#disappointment
#drugs
#LifeCycle #regret
#LifeCycle #regret
328 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
Brother from Another Mother
#friendship
#death
#drugs #IMissYou
#drugs #IMissYou
811 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
Brother from Another Mother
#friendship
#death
#drugs #IMissYou
#drugs #IMissYou
811 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
Brother from Another Mother
#friendship
#death
#drugs #IMissYou
#drugs #IMissYou
811 reads
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