rotten molars unnerved her moribund hunger for living on
she extracted the pain with blunt scalpels pliers and hammer
damaged her smile as well but with the cornerstones removed
in the aftermath of destruction nothing was left but a stammer
loops of denial and self-incrimination established more pain
she tore her heart out under the shelter of drugs and booze
abuse self-incrimination and injustice festered in her mind
emoted a cardiac bypass for feelings leaving nothing to lose
a spiritual minefield exploded and she gathered rapid speed
performed a lobotomy with a manual and surgical precision
hysterical psychedelia and amphetamines furthered the cause
reached complete numbness from the screwdriver’s incision
only after all operations uppers downers and morphine failed
she realized that life was to seize no matter how it panned out
checked into rehab and abandoned jigsaw super glue and fear
took up painting and poetry and excised her vile needless doubt
25th September 2020
Categories:
amphetamines, addiction,
Form: Quatrain
Doctor! Doctor! Please help me find the locus,
Of anything I see,
Between my peripheral lack of focus,
My favorite cheese is brie.
Fill my script for amphetamines,
For my mind cannot see the rhyme,
Nor reason in anything that I've seen,
For I'm trapped behind, inside another time.
Locked in repeated stimulation,
Of prior thoughts I've already had,
Instead of being freed by participation,
In what the present has to to add.
So doctor, doctor! Please help me find the locus,
Of anything I see,
Between my peripheral lack of focus,
Hey, what's that up in the tree?
Categories:
amphetamines, addiction, drug, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
I had overdosed on amphetamines because the voices told me to,
As they taunted me in song while leaving me with little lyrical clues.
I was trying to solve a cryptic puzzle and used drugs to enhance my mind,
To stay awake for extended hours and remain un-robbed by the thief of time.
I distracted myself from the encrypted letters with words,
Of poetry about a face in a window between light blurred.
Fear had cracked itself like an egg and trickled over me,
As the face in the glass glared at me from a leafless tree.
3/12/17
This Poem was written for the contest "The Tale of Your Best", sposored by Phillip Garcia. The poem it refers to can be found in the link below.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_mask_of_alabaster_869599
Categories:
amphetamines, addiction, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Hail, oh hypoactive attention deficit,
With a brain that's raveled in tumbleweed,
Inundate thy mind with alchemical medicine,
To satisfy thy folly's focus dressed in tweed.
Suck the soma from these amphetamines,
Which waken your wary thoughts,
Add a mix of dimethyltriptamine,
And in the senses thou shall be caught.
Light becomes a lucid liquid,
A river of retinal inquisition,
And for the cognizantly gifted,
A litany of lack in controlled contrition.
Sound is but a moving matter,
That meanders in the rings,
On your head which absords that chatter,
Of what the plasma sings.
Taste is touch and touch is smell,
And all are in your seventh chakra,
An eye inscribed in the Book of Kells,
Which binds below to your basal sacrum.
Now grind the gears of the mental cogs,
Which spring forth from shaken action,
Taken from the growing fog,
Of your addiction's satisfaction.
Categories:
amphetamines, addiction, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
love
that cannot be written away, or drugged away,
or drunk away, or dragged away, or wept away, or swept away
or kept away
but it crept away - far, far away.
no poetry, amphetamines, Jack or Hennessey, nor violence, tears, dust, no distance
Categories:
amphetamines, adventure, angst, lost love,
Form: Free verse
By Laura
June 25, 2015
When did these amphetamines become the better part of me?
Masses strung out high above the labels we blindly believe
Crazy are the ones who drop the speed and slow it down
Foolish are the ones who think that ADD gave up the crown
There are no cures behind the trusted labels in the pharmacy
We’re tweakers, junkies, stoners; high on complacency
Ignorance is the pipe we smoke our haunted spirit of lies
Bliss is the drug we greedily pursue without our tired eyes
When did we stop looking for the answers to our questions?
When did we start believing in false prophets inside the sun?
We pray, we love, we consume without direction of any kind
This life of mine is starting to look like the blind leading the blind
I’m strung out these days on lies insurance companies buy
No search for the cure when the addicts just want to cry
Too much money at stake for false prophets to step down
They would rather play king while the masses slowly drown
Until the day we all will drown
Until the day we burn to the ground
Categories:
amphetamines, abuse, addiction, america, betrayal,
Form: Lyric
weekends & every other tuesday
today
she beats herself up because she hadn’t thought ahead
she’d gone with her emotions full steam into a romance &
in it she lost her head,
she believed in what she thought would always last
until it didn’t &
somewhere along the way she got
pregnant---
as things will go, he decided that she,
being younger & highly involved in her climbing
her own particular career ladder,
would lead her to not be around as much,
custody was made joint &
so now she sees her daughter on the
weekends &
every other tuesday---
still, many of her friends say she got lucky,
that with a better bunch of lawyers &
a whole lot of funds,
he could have walked away from her completely,
making more of the amphetamines which she dabbled in
to stay up for a couple days on end
to finish the crunch of a school semester---
now firmly rooted in her own path &
with success just looming over the horizon,
a life that to her could have been as full & bright as a
storybook tale,
is tainted with the mistake made
of which all she can do is learn &
hope her daughter doesn’t do the same.
Categories:
amphetamines, life, daughter, daughter,
Form: Free verse
Can falling in love be considered an affliction?
I must disagree. I consider it a nice addiction.
Since I first met you, with each day that passes by,
just thinking about you seems to give me a new high.
Each of our encounters with all those romantic scenes
has done more for me than a supply of amphetamines.
You are the kind of lover I am so happy to know.
You have made all my cares and concerns fly out the window.
This boy is currently as happy as he can be.
I need you each day as regularly as coffee or tea.
Whenever I am in your arms, I do not want to break free.
In such a short time, you have become a habit with me.
Categories:
amphetamines, love, passionhappy, day, happy,
Form: Free verse
Espresso and billows of cigarette smoke
start your life each day, to underwrite and
elevate the squeaky neurosis you display.
Freud and Prozac and Xanax keep you level
but flat, add 60 milligrams of amphetamines
to get your motivation back.
Some say its “creative style” while others say
“you’re very ill” as civilized, certified doctors
proclaim: “swallow every pill!” No more
“Carpe Diem” nor “beckoning to swim out
further,” celebrate you right to cope,
with therapeutic fervor.
Your fading friends alas, contend: “your
brain is now asleep!” Just tweak your dose
and animated you will arise and leap! Skies
ginger with days ablaze cobalt space,
your ability to marvel struggles in
a foggy and muddled place.
Synapses firing, “Control!” my mind has ordered
Norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors…dreams
Carl Jung has ordered. Dopamine, Zoloft or
Ambien, competition to attend, the
imagined dangers that never
really end.
Categories:
amphetamines, funny,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Voices are dimmed
Surroundings flow in a calm groove
I am dazed
I am enlightened
My limbs are heavy
yet move fluidly through thickened air
My heart beats slow, cool, and odd
like Coltrane on downers.
And I tap the cat's nose
with the end of my pencil
He purrs hastily, eagerly,
trying to cross zoned eyes to see it.
It is the buzz that can last a lifetime
Better than beer
Better than any liquor
Better than any cigarette or cigar
Better than any herb or pill
Better than a coma
Better than death
Better than amphetamines
on a 2-week binge.
My personal Aphrodite,
though Death will come,
keep me knowing
that he still rides slowly.
Categories:
amphetamines,
Form: Free verse