Drugs Poems
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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run away to me, white wife
by R. Sandoval
Punch cards wailed and
divots sprouted
on lead land.
Dated
Silver struck to kill
some backyard tree
written into his will.
Paper clippings left apart
(left to the final
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Sterile
by Tyler Morello
A fountain of pheromones, a bath in bleach,
Amorous anesthesia puts me to sleep.
Amoxicillin sex disinfects, leaving nothing unclean.
Cold, white, and sterile, like a hospital wall.
Find myself embracing paracetamol,
A creosote touch, but it's much more than just the usual call.
It leaves me wondering,
"What happens when poison expires?"
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Stoners don’t have friends/working title
by Lee Grabbe
Don't forget
Don't let it slip
Grind it up till that lil bird squeaks
Breathe it through that mucky water till you finally grasp the concept
Your love was always bitter
Not quite happy nor quite sad
Trauma is your favorite word and I'm tired of learning it
Get ditsy off the idea
That I'm
So goddamn
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Unmasked
by Angela Cini
“UNMASKED”
POEM 1 – EDEN IS HIS NAME
POEM 2 – HIM I COULD SEE
POEM 3 – NARCISSISM – THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK
POEM 4 – PARALLEL WAYS
THIS COLABORATION OF POEMS DELVES INTO UNDERSTANDING NARCISSISM, DRUG DEPENDENCY, AND A WORD FROM THE LIFE OF A DRUG ADDICT, FRIENDS AND DRUGS, THE REMIFICATIONS OF TAKING ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES, LOVE, FRIENDSHIP, AND LOVE ON HOLD, LOVE ADDICTION AND A SMALL VIEW POINT OF A MENTAL HEALTH PATIENT, LIVING WITH BIPOLAR EVERYDAY.
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Speak, Cadet (And Leave The Dealer Alone)
by R. Sandoval
She stole her plastic rose and key,
locked down the open door
I took the cure and ricocheted
into mellow solitude
Soldiers lead lights far and south
She gripped the glass and cued
a hollow neck and mouth
Her face was dying like the day,
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run away to me, white wife
by R. Sandoval
Punch cards wailed and
divots sprouted
on lead land.
Dated
Silver struck to kill
some backyard tree
written into his will.
Paper clippings left apart
(left to the final
......
The Thing About Drugs
by AP Writes
The things about drugs
is at first
you get high.
You never want to come down,
and then you do.
And maybe you didn’t love it at first,
but you start to chase
those 10 seconds of buoyancy,
that minute of relief,
those 10 minutes of anticipation,
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My Best Friend
by AP Writes
From age 8, risky behavior was my best friend.
It started with cutting my wrists,
not for death but for the sensation.
It was like my brain took too long to register
the pain that I felt, so long that I sometimes didn’t feel it.
At age 11, I got drunk for the first time.
Felt a little silly, a little lighter. Everything made me laugh just a little harder.
At 11, I gave myself a tattoo. The burning sensation of a too dull needle
and not skin safe ink made me feel
ALIVE.
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Delirium Dreams
by Christine Kuruvilla
The unknown, the mysterious,
Smoking Mary Jane,
Till they lost and delirious.
Clouded are their thoughts,
Hidden are their meanings,
Searching for refugee in unsaid feelings
