Best Detox Poems
in the moments when
I allow silence
to permeate the
endless storm of doubt
that thunders through me
I realize
that it hurts more
to let silence
in when it has
been so long
absent, and
how very
much I
have to
heal
J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
Check your cell phone at the door
And welcome to the bash.
No technology allowed,
So ditch your secret stash.
Cut yourself off from your friends
And give your thumbs a break.
We have experts who can help –
Withdrawal’s hard to take.
There are fun activities
To keep you occupied.
Make a bracelet out of hemp –
Materials supplied.
Play some ping pong – shoot some pool;
There’s a foosball table.
Watch some old-time TV shows
From years preceding cable.
Test your typing skills – clack clack;
The paper’s on a roller!
Note the errors you can make
When you are the controller.
Everyone’s invited –
See if you can pass the test,
A night to disconnect
And give those mobile phones a rest.
These parties really do exist –
Restraint is in one’s power;
But most of the participants
Don’t even last an hour!
LOVE is a drug she wishes she would no longer need.
She cuts open her heart just to watch it bleed.
Hoping to detox she turns and walks away.
Giving up her dreams of a husband and a family of her own some day.
Setting her standards higher as she tries to save face.
Crying herself to sleep. Longing to feel a loving embrace.
In a world where love has lost all meaning or is most often confused with lust
Why does she choose to remain good when men prefer their females promiscuous?
Ripping her heart from her sleeve because she can no longer deal.
She has grown tired of trying to mend her heart that never had time to heal.
So pay her no mind if you see tears fill her eyes.
For she is the Crooked Smile Calypso and every night she cries.
Stare into my blood shot eyes
As I lie on the floor in rage,
Nothing reduces my symptoms,
Not one thought takes the edge off,
Thinking myself into sickness
from lack of having my newest addiction,
My stomach turns and tightens inside,
Soon my coughs will become vomit,
Take it away or return it at once
before dizziness takes control,
My head pounds with my pulse
My body shivers from cold sweats
I want it back, I need it back…
As my hands begin to tremor
My vision becomes dreary,
I have flashbacks, I am losing it…
Please, just one more time,
Let me feel its rush, its magic
I need to taste it once more,
It calls to me, it makes me invincible
when the rest seems to be too weak,
Finally, I feel its power enter me
Finally my withdrawals are less vicious
My symptoms disappear as I feel whole
Once more, I can function awhile longer,
Once more, my addiction is in my hands
In my head, in my veins, soothing me,
Yet, it still tastes sweeter,
It still gives me a head rush,
From shaking on the floor, I now rise,
I am finally complete again,
For she has said, “I love you”
No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.
No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses sweeping minds like a broom.
Now its pretentious centers deluxe
brazenly charging big bucks
for twenty-eight days of schmoozing
to turn off the boozing,
and swallowing mega-vitamin pills
to ward off the chills,
or sit in circles with stories to tell
from like-minded survivors of hell.
More humane we're trying to be
even offering treatment for free
but it is still a choice at any cost.
To choose a sober life or, to an early death be lost.
Obsessions and vanities
False lovers, calamities
Misfortune and shame
Our world’s sinister game
The more you have the more you need,
Fixing your eyes on possessions and greed.
Stab your neighbor through their eye
So they are blinded by your lie.
Keep all busy and far from home
So children are left to roam alone,
Murdered by the age of eighteen
What do you expect when your world is creating machines?
Assembly lines are still in effect,
Just this time it’s your soul they require you to check,
Loyalty fades through each generation,
Yet we wonder why so many are filled with manipulation.
Take a pill, for Everything
As long as you perform, conform and bring
Take no time to share or care
Just as long as at 7am you are there.
Smiles are perceived as suspicion,
Our mouths are ammunition.
While each group gets worse
We embrace societies curse.
For intellect now rules
Yet, technology has created fools
Dependent on everything else
Except God and ourselves
Detox me
From deep within
For this war is something I will win
The shallowness of daily faces
Leads my spirit into dry places,
Detox me
From former foes,
For their webs were spun and I didn’t know,
Their empty hearts that cannot understand me,
Leads my soul to cry out to thee.
Detox me!
Detox me!
from this world.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written:4/5/12
I never knew angst to be so devilish a thing
Taking me from a million clean years,
To ABC house of booze, because,
My blood money was abused by him
Wrecking the Kia Sportage I was strapped in
A passenger, pained to point of surgeries.
And on a rainy morning he swore resenting
Driving me to physical therapy,
And before the settlement, made his request:
"...Do my bathroom floor like yours."
And half of what I got was to be his
He carved such rules I broke in time
And kept secret what figures were mine.
But, lo and behold I sat pondering, counting pennies
And the devil drove me to think...
I should drink to that
All I got, and shared, and fail to stash.
Who knew Canadian whiskey would whisk me to detox?
And I, a recovering addict/alcoholic chose house of God
In AA I'd sit with alcoholics sharing what they drank,
How, when, where.
I'd rather say never again.
*
(Journal ~ February 11, 2005)
Lonely??
The loneliness is beyond expression
The most monstrous variety of regretful solitude imaginable
THE moment, no thunder or lightning or crushing surf
Just a heavy, drifting, silent snow in the night
A hospital bed, my cell, but the prison inside ... terrifying
The frozen white fairies drift down through a triangle of street light
And all I can do is count them ... minutes-to-hours, hours-to-days
Paralyzed by the categorical certainty that I'm dying
Though I know with every fiber that I'm NOT, anxiety says otherwise
Makes me FEEL otherwise, to the point of terror
The arms of canvas jacket tied behind me matter not
For I can not move so much as my gaze
Focused on the hypnotic dance of flakes in lamp light
I've been here before, sadly, each time worse
Praying for the glow of morning and the smidgen of hope it carries
For the dream of this monster releasing its stranglehold
But this is day one ... of countless others
There is naught but the dark specter of it intensifying
And the horrifying knowledge that this is only ...
The beginning.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Going Deep Within An Emotion" Poetry Contest
Sheri Fresonke Harper, Judge & Sponsor.
Alone. Screaming in agony
Out loud and also in my brain
Turn it off. Phase it out
GIve me something for the pain
Writhing under the sweat stained sheets
Trembling, shaking out of control
Can’t get up. Can’t make sense
How did this destroy my soul?
A slight lifeless turn to the right
The empty bedpan is filled once more
With the vitriol I’ve spewed
The disgusting mouth of a thought whore
Big H and smack are one in the same
You become a user and you get used
The tables turn quickly and when they do
The accuser becomes the accused.
1. Keep your freedom with a passion.
2. No offense, just compassion.
3. Thankfully smile
4. Live in the big picture for awhile.
5. In prayer, look above
6. Overflow with love.
7. Trust
8. No dread; its a must.
9. To enjoy; do you know how?
10. Relax now
11. Take a deep breadth
12. Say, "Thankyou Heavenly Father, I choose life, not death! In Jesus name,
Amen."
Here everybody drains the swamp
The chunks of toxic glitter
And brazen meat
Intelligible only to the daunted fool
Who filled it so
Pour the acid wash
Of peace and indulgence
To cleanse the slop o’ plenty
Time for mixes and fixes
That clear paths meant
For hot-air balloon rides
The kind that tussle deep in minds
Your liquid child
Who gulps, swallows and bears
The scorekeeper’s duties
Flits to the sounds of no one
The barracks are full this morning
Everyone spent from their rustic tasks
And yet for each
An adventure conducted
A melee for the me, the you
Which song was meant for
Nature, well-planted
Well-colored and ready to play
Nurture, whipped and spun
By the gunslinger’s steady hand
Brought together by
The collective spirit
Lurking in each room
Strewn, lathered across
Each chaise lounge
Splashing, soaking
In the wet, cool debris
Healthy debris
Doggy bags supplied
To bring home
The leftovers
Eager to be consumed.
(6/10/18)
Jumping from a plane, falling with the rain
Landed on a train but never felt the same...
I couldn't touch the ground even when I tried...
I went into shock and almost died...
I always felt alone, so I always got stone...
From the cradle to the grave, to the king on his throne...
I'm reaching out for help...
Only one hand I held...
She's special, she's real...
She's every drug I feel...
I'm detoxing for her I guess you can say love...
Cause in reality, she is.. my only drug.
You come in as submissive
My inner circle you dominate
Blood line circulate never ovulates
One silly move
you in it for weeks
I meditate your lust
My past I garden you to die
Water you to drown
Milk it
my bones will carry me
Breathe, weed, smoke, air was always air
Lifeless solutions you benefit
I live to regret
My faith in you contemplate
Traditional quick but puppets
Bloom or follow dooms leads
The quiet moments
Of my day
Reveal the words
I'd love to say
More in the wings
Than headline star
Not quite goodbye
More au revoir
No end, just waiting
At the start
The work horse
Eager for a cart
A sense of purpose
Nowhere to wander
DNR
For first responder
It's kind of weird
This sense of loss
Yet beautiful
Above the dross
The ache a pill
Just can't restore
Quite satisfied
Yet wanting more
Suppose it's Time
Our ancient friend
Who walks us home
'Til healings end
While head is full
Of hopes and oughts
Addictive you
Pervades my thoughts