Poems About Drugs Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about drugs published by members recently online.
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
The Addict’s Daughter
you’d get a good laugh
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
#father
#abuse
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection
341 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
The Addict’s Daughter
you’d get a good laugh
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
#father
#abuse
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection
341 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
The Addict’s Daughter
you’d get a good laugh
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
#father
#abuse
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection
341 reads
15 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
8th Oct 2020 6:45am
The Addict’s Daughter
you’d get a good laugh
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
if you could see
the oxygen cannula
pressing your chapped lips
into cartoonish arcs;
you’d snort your amusement
in that sarcastic way
that kept us tethered
because there was nothing else
I’ve suddenly developed
a peculiar insanity,
that point of no return
where laughter and tears
do shady deals
to earn prime real estate
on my cheeks
full of useless rage,
simmering just beneath my skin -
a boiling pot, its...
#father
#abuse
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection
341 reads
15 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
War with myself
I face my fears everyday
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
#addiction
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#drugs
46 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
War with myself
I face my fears everyday
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
#addiction
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#drugs
46 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
War with myself
I face my fears everyday
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
#addiction
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#drugs
46 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
War with myself
I face my fears everyday
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
#addiction
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#drugs
46 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
War with myself
I face my fears everyday
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
#addiction
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#drugs
46 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 11:50am
9th Apr 2022 11:50am
Backscratcher
i was so fkn high but now i’m comin down ~
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#emotional
525 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 11:50am
9th Apr 2022 11:50am
Backscratcher
i was so fkn high but now i’m comin down ~
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#emotional
525 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 11:50am
9th Apr 2022 11:50am
Backscratcher
i was so fkn high but now i’m comin down ~
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#emotional
525 reads
2 Comments
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