Poems About Drugs Seeking Honest Critique
#drugs
Poems about drugs seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Ride The Horse
Pull The Rein And Ride The Horse,
The Road Is Much More Smooth, Of Course.
For When A Ride Takes All You Hide
And Fills The Emptiness Inside
Its Just Like Seeing Clouds Collide.
So Beautiful And So Surreal
That Chills Create A Body Thrill
And All The Ugliness You Feel
Is Suddenly Dispersed And Healed.
No More Pain Inside Concealed.
The Road Is Much More Smooth, Of Course.
For When A Ride Takes All You Hide
And Fills The Emptiness Inside
Its Just Like Seeing Clouds Collide.
So Beautiful And So Surreal
That Chills Create A Body Thrill
And All The Ugliness You Feel
Is Suddenly Dispersed And Healed.
No More Pain Inside Concealed.
#horse
#drugs
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From the Diary
for Neill
April, 2006
My body is at it again,
ever-demanding like a man,
yet I’ve never felt more like a moon -
the way it folds into the sky,
examining itself before refleshing.
I am so greedy with my body,
too greedy with my light.
I went to the beach at night,
unfurled the sand, the wet grey
unveiling a whiter, dryer earth.
A bony finger wrote: yes, this is me.
My cells, my sickness, semiotic things
telling me what to want.
What coral. What misnomer.
What jellyfish bubbling up
its medusa – a gelatinous bell...
April, 2006
My body is at it again,
ever-demanding like a man,
yet I’ve never felt more like a moon -
the way it folds into the sky,
examining itself before refleshing.
I am so greedy with my body,
too greedy with my light.
I went to the beach at night,
unfurled the sand, the wet grey
unveiling a whiter, dryer earth.
A bony finger wrote: yes, this is me.
My cells, my sickness, semiotic things
telling me what to want.
What coral. What misnomer.
What jellyfish bubbling up
its medusa – a gelatinous bell...
#beach
#drugs
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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Nail Biting
Sing to me of the woman
Muse to none
But,
Herself
She kept crystal meth under her
Fingernails, but
Now
She bites them short
To keep those demons away
From everything she
Touches.
Muse to none
But,
Herself
She kept crystal meth under her
Fingernails, but
Now
She bites them short
To keep those demons away
From everything she
Touches.
#drugs
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Mystik Dreams
awareness escapes through the bottleneck of apathy
as the surge of these fumes engulf my vortices in tranquility
i let go of my thoughts, cruel images vaporize
liberated through the wisps of air that i breath in and out
buoyancy rises from the ashes of cynicism
so i close my eyes, and surrender to the powers of mysticism
i'm a spirit now that is free to roam, to glide
where the moon goes to wait and rest on sunrise
unicorn droppings sparkle on feathered grass fixed on ice
sprout honey minuscules engulfed in...
as the surge of these fumes engulf my vortices in tranquility
i let go of my thoughts, cruel images vaporize
liberated through the wisps of air that i breath in and out
buoyancy rises from the ashes of cynicism
so i close my eyes, and surrender to the powers of mysticism
i'm a spirit now that is free to roam, to glide
where the moon goes to wait and rest on sunrise
unicorn droppings sparkle on feathered grass fixed on ice
sprout honey minuscules engulfed in...
#drugs
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Psychosis Memoirs
love and hate. nothing.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
#drugs
#memories
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Run on Sentences
The drugs drain away reality replacing rational reasoning with a never ending need for more.
They don't deny me their usual pleasure
as THC laces through my morning air.
A bitter battle of morals blazes through my brain until I resort to simply being happy to be high.
Unless I am mistaken my mother would not approve of my hidden tattoos and addictions and habits and quirks.
But in the end with the question of my sanity aside I am happy and content to live the life of an experimentalist.
They don't deny me their usual pleasure
as THC laces through my morning air.
A bitter battle of morals blazes through my brain until I resort to simply being happy to be high.
Unless I am mistaken my mother would not approve of my hidden tattoos and addictions and habits and quirks.
But in the end with the question of my sanity aside I am happy and content to live the life of an experimentalist.
#drugs
#SelfReflection
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The man who was living in Dreams
I must commit a silent suicide
to wake me from this sleep...
So I drag my feet to the mirror,
A place I hope can set me free.
As my fingers grasp the sink,
I lower my head and pray for peace,
With a tear of pain in every blink.
But my heart is a gaping hole,
A cavity where regret extinguishes coal.
When memories are lost, and faith is forgotten,
I turn to Drugs to make me whole....
To make me feel...
To make me numb...
To let me know a façade of love...
To try and forget what I remember
To fight for myself as an enslaved contender....
to wake me from this sleep...
So I drag my feet to the mirror,
A place I hope can set me free.
As my fingers grasp the sink,
I lower my head and pray for peace,
With a tear of pain in every blink.
But my heart is a gaping hole,
A cavity where regret extinguishes coal.
When memories are lost, and faith is forgotten,
I turn to Drugs to make me whole....
To make me feel...
To make me numb...
To let me know a façade of love...
To try and forget what I remember
To fight for myself as an enslaved contender....
#drugs
#addiction
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Ghetto love
My baby my boo
I'd be lost without you
I know you where never "my" nothing
The streets own you
I stood by your side
Always your ride a die
Giving you courage
Holding you tight through all the strife.
None of that mattered
You only wanted the riches
You where addicted to the high
addicted to the cash
You'd take a life if you caught anyone
In your stash
The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by
Hey This is the way...
I'd be lost without you
I know you where never "my" nothing
The streets own you
I stood by your side
Always your ride a die
Giving you courage
Holding you tight through all the strife.
None of that mattered
You only wanted the riches
You where addicted to the high
addicted to the cash
You'd take a life if you caught anyone
In your stash
The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by
Hey This is the way...
#boyfriend
#city
#money
#drugs
#addiction
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Higher
High High so high I can see the world, It's fear and angry it's a mess, I'm gonna go higher see if this world fades, Higher to place were no one can see, So high I'll find peace in my highness, So high I'll be unnoticed and unseen, So high no one will touch me but me ..So high all the pain will stay and I'll finally be free, and everyone will let me b ::
#identity
#drugs
#marijuana
#confessional
#addiction
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whiskey, drugs & the incurable romantic
the whiskey
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
funny,
but not pretty to watch
the drugs
made me happy to forget
before i remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop
the women
fucked with me, as I with them
years dancing by
our impossible quests
the search for love everlasting
or...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
funny,
but not pretty to watch
the drugs
made me happy to forget
before i remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop
the women
fucked with me, as I with them
years dancing by
our impossible quests
the search for love everlasting
or...
#alcohol
#drugs
#confessional
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What the Water Gave Him
Drip of the faucet, steady and hypnotic, surf
of the bathwater creeping over his bloated belly,
rising and ebbing with each breath, his knees
protruding like icebergs, soft dangle
between his legs, safe as in the womb. Paris,
an oscillation, a rolling exhibition, vast
spaceship of a city just outside the walls
of his rented flat. He knows how to be alone,
to get inside the cave of his brain, to shut it all off
like a yogi, water a conduit. He is not well.
Murky screen, a hallucinogenic drive-in: the surface
roils, clouds...
of the bathwater creeping over his bloated belly,
rising and ebbing with each breath, his knees
protruding like icebergs, soft dangle
between his legs, safe as in the womb. Paris,
an oscillation, a rolling exhibition, vast
spaceship of a city just outside the walls
of his rented flat. He knows how to be alone,
to get inside the cave of his brain, to shut it all off
like a yogi, water a conduit. He is not well.
Murky screen, a hallucinogenic drive-in: the surface
roils, clouds...
#death
#drugs
#memorial
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