Drugs Poems
I never miss
by Bogdan Dragos
"Relax," she told him. "I never
miss."
She found his vein from
the first try
and shot him
And the stuff was so good that
he died
overdose
......
hallucinatory worship
by Mister Rotten
prologue
the ensuing morning bears a cynical savor
a tangle of instincts, tainted and soiled
its flavor lingers – thus disposed is the labor /requital/
compelling repugnance, shock and recoil
act I
his voluptuous gaze;
/yielding honey/
frigid, incongruous flutter.
......
Addiction
by Sumit Maurya
We were running and we were safe,
We were high but well behaved
Positive souls by all that mean,
Driving cool in a fast machine
Then something happened,
We blacked out
We stuck in the dark,
Could not shout
It's the car wrack,
That we couldn't move
......
How do you.
by Allie Dé Luca
How do you go through life? How do you wake up in the morning? Do you wake up and promise yourself it’s a new day? Do you really feel like you have a fresh start everyday? Do you truly and honestly get out of bed happy every morning feeling like nothing could bring you down because it’s a brand 𝙣𝙚𝙬 day?
Have you ever been so fucking low that in that moment, at that time, tomorrow didn’t exist for you? Even thinking of the sunrise was unreal.
Do you drown your feelings with alcohol? Do you ruin yourself with drugs? Have you spent your whole life learning how to filter and bury your emotions because everyone was worried about your drug addict mother and alcoholic father instead of you? Instead of worrying about the toll and emotional wreckage their actions were taking on you and your siblings only to have all your progress and growth ripped away when you slowly realized you’re no better than them.
Not being able to help thinking that the only reason your family was ‘helping’ was to make themselves feel better, so they could say that they 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 to help.
You’re just as worthless as your parents because you are them. You’ve become them. You’re just as ruined. Just as broken. Just as fucked up. You’ve inherited all their shitty genes, all of their worst qualities, not being able to find the good in yourself anymore. Are you an alcoholic like your father? Do you crave the rush of trying a new drug daily like your mother? Does your ‘family’ want to send you away until you come back ‘fixed’. They expect it to last, but it doesn’t. There isn’t a happy ending, and no one gets better. There isn’t a coming back. Everyone relapses. You live on a climax, on a rush, on impulse with no downfall. Always on edge. Always ruined.
ALLIE D.
When you hear the message, hang up the phone
by Gonzalo Mendez
Hours swell into a crash
along the shores of my stomach
before withdrawing once again
Shifting symptoms to sickness.
The bathroom is eager to greet me
with compliments; saying I breathe
In perfect tone and cadence
while the door frame attacks the ceiling.
......
Black Magic
by Brendon Hall
Winter rolls in just in time to freeze my heart
Close my eyes and take me back to the start
Before the storm rolls in and black magic clouds my brain
Can’t help but wonder how long I can sustain
A corrupted heart, thoughts darker than the abyss walked
The remedy flowing through my veins, as I lose my ability to talk
Strolling through the valley of the shadow of death
Looking around and notice I’m the last one left
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Addicts Blood
by Mariah Odom
as a girl i was taught lesson one: love was the only thing that was gonna save me,
as my mom closed every prayer with “please bring a good husband for my baby”
you’ll find your worth in being wanted, dreams mean nothing with no one next to you so first you find a man and the rest will come eventually
lesson 2: no drugs, don’t drink, steer clear of any vices
poor daddy left his apathy, his family, and his sanity all for the high he couldn’t stop chasing
addict’s in your blood no turning back once you’re lost,
plus boys won’t like a druggie, nobody wants a baggage cost
child those little white lines won’t cure your emptiness, you’ll just ride some lifts and lows,
but open arms will make you whole, you’re not depressed you’re just lonely
a good romance will heal your soul
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Drugs
by Helen Brownell
Drugs
Have made you old and me older
Drugs and mental illness
Drugs and mental illness interspersed with accusation, rationalization, retaliation
Arrests, hearings, warrants
Missed opportunities and stagnation
Suicide attempts and hospitalization
I could go on
But it started with drugs
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Why Don’t They Hear Me?
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Why don’t they understand me...
Why don’t they hear me when I yell...
All these prescriptions are causing me problems...
I’m living my life in psychiatrist hell...
He never listens when I say I’m tired
Of all the crap they teach at school...
All he does is overdose me...
Face down on my desk in a puddle of drool...
......
When you hear the message, hang up the phone
by Gonzalo Mendez
Hours swell into a crash
along the shores of my stomach
before withdrawing once again
Shifting symptoms to sickness.
The bathroom is eager to greet me
with compliments; saying I breathe
In perfect tone and cadence
while the door frame attacks the ceiling.
......
