Best Drug Use Poems
They're getting old now.
They congregate only a few blocks south of where I live.
40 to 50 years ago they were in Vietnam.
Among the homeless they usually move slower,
The weariness of age and of other things,
of drug use and alcohol,
lost loves and families,
bent and broken paths.
You hear about the "thousand yard stare,"
where blank verse and silence show they're not actively seeing,
though now most of the immediate trauma is gone,
they are just lives forever changed,
eyes both hardened and softened,
former aspects compromised,
the hand of war still upon them.
My family had a big house in Youngstown, Ohio,
with a room rented to a nice young guy named Dale.
It was cool because he would throw the football
with me and my brothers, and talk to us.
He had short hair and a little bit of acne.
In 1967 he went to Vietnam, killed within a week.
They tell stories of night patrols, moving through water,
streams rivers rain, mud and sodden clothes,
100 degrees in the shade, bugs, infection, panic,
running through the jungle firing their M-16 behind them,
of the Vietnamese people suffering, the dead lying along the road.
Arriving in-country, the heat blasting you
when you get off the plane, you are told
look left, look right, and then that one of the two men
you just saw will not return.
Our country was then conflicted, and it was harder coming home,
even though the orange fires and the smoke were far away,
you lost a limb and they didn't appreciate it.
There were a lot of booby-traps set,
by the enemy, by the bureaucracy, by the times.
I wasn't old enough to go and I'm not sorry.
I sit quietly, while I belittle a storm
That’s been brewing for some time.
It crashes in a drunken rage,
And mellows out into the softening wind
That is the next day.
Shortly hereafter
It begins anew.
A fresh theater,
And a fresh view.
Feels good to end each day,
In the light of a drunken haze.
A storm brews on the horizon,
Fresh, and oh so new;
Beautiful neglect, yet…
I love it oh so true.
Chaos and disorder rings in new,
A sown hatred I drew
Oh no, what to do?
Don’t care or give a ****,
“Stop your crying you *****…
You’re making me sick.
Calm down and take a sip,
And puff a little on this.”
Undereducated and too true;
So weak, and oh so new.
Too young and too stupid…
I pity you.
Toughen up and get through;
Its life, it’s here to wear on you,
Not cuddle and be a fool.
Now listen here,
A shot and some weed to make it true;
Vindictive and shortly rude,
Mixed apathy… I forget you.
Driven white lines chopped and hewed;
A little coke to go with this brew.
It’s part of the fun…
You followed through.”
Each day a storm brews,
Cold and mellow;
Yet it’s made to do.
I live with it,
And I love it.
Messing with dangerous memories,
Blacked out and confused…
Just grab the bottle
And follow through.
You learn to live,
Than learn to lose.
You find religion;
Or some drug use.
Drown in sorrow,
Than get numb on due.
Shaded light that is the dawning flow;
But you see and just won’t go.
I love the end of everyday;
The dimming blue,
Found in my drunken haze.
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STDs
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Alcoholism
Cancer
9/11/01
Automobile wrecks
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My soul urns for justice and it’s own freedom why is this sh** keep me awake and everything else continuously makes me break I am demonstrating my fake famous traits amazingly entertaining everyone around me they praise me by keeping my life and my name above importance’s and responsibilities. “Wow”, that’s great THANKS for your thoughts of me and about me I guess this will become a memory some day you’ll repeat this to one of your homies. I guess this is some kind of way you are showing some enemy love. Your always talking sh** about someone you don’t even know personally judge me I guess that’s all you even see or heard from some douche bag you met briefly surprised by my drama you rather be Popperazii then even worry about what’s really going on. On the local hometown news station. And really besides that I guess I keep you up at night or maybe it’s your choice in drug use???? Beats me just stay away from me please. I was board today and decided to write this just for all to see. Desperate and cold cruel is what the world turns and shows our lord what he created all of us to be why or how did you even choose this for me? I’m blessed in many ways but what is with my ex you see he’s a never ending STD which I say this cause he gave me twice. And you see he said he has never cheated on me? I know I haven’t ever had time to even pay attention to another man or woman I was always alone and waiting for him to get off work he made good money got paid every week 300 I began to find out this from his family I don’t understand why we are homeless after 8 mouths I told myself it’s time to move on I’m dumb if I stay and waste my big opportunities. He’s cheated on me and still he lied I know better cause I have proof I know I’m not perfect I have had some mistakes too but I can admit mine I’ve told him in the passed that I’ve cheated but you know he didn’t even believe me. He says I’m not a cheater! He’s right I’m not that’s why I had told him before I acted on my actions He’s a back stabber I regret being his ex and friend....
She was a star at a young age, and this was her life
A life that appeared exciting, glamorous but full of strife
A talented actress and singer with a smile to delight
No one really knew her turmoil of being in the limelight
Her voice was another talented gift that surprised many
Her singing as Nashville’s Juliette could have won an Emmy
She was also marine life activist and did more than her part
As She dedicated her time fighting for their rights from her heart
She spoke of experiencing both sexual and domestic abuse
As this led her to experiment with substances and drug use
She seemed to struggle with mental health and depression too
On the outside, she appeared so strong, no one had a clue
Years later she admitted to her struggles and got clean
But her inner demons taunted her and her self-esteem
Neutrogena made her the cover girl of their campaign
Until her post-partum depression then removed with disdain
She had a wonderful daughter, a gift she brought into her life
But had many parenting struggles and was not ready to be a wife
Her career continued to grow and bloom and well as her struggles
She left this earth too young as she succumbed to her troubles
She will always be remembered for, beautiful smile, kind soul and heart
But it’s very sad that at thirty-six her life ended and she had to depart
Pete Rose and Shoeless Joe Jackson are gone
Major League Baseball locked the door with them
now with PEDs ban should be withdrawn
today’s drug use has darken baseball’s gem
in the early days baseball was strong and pure
except for being only for white men
maybe Ty Cobb was a bit immature
that was the way the game was played back then
baseball is a product of the USA
and Major league baseball is politics
it was a great game to watch and to play
and those stadiums were truly classics
Wade Boggs is the owner of Field of Dreams
baseball won’t flow away in any streams
THE HATE YOU GIVE
By: Sikolwethu Mthethwa
Shed a tear for the kids who never had a compassionate witness to all their pain
Caregivers quick to label them dramatic or insane
Shed another tear for kids whose attempts to impress their guardians were in vain
So they Decided to curl up and "stay in their lane"
Without empathy and compassion can we be sensitive to the pain of others?
A strong message to the dismissive mothers and fathers
Nothing is more dangerous than a child that wonders:
"Do my parents even love me? "
"Why does everyone else seem to be above me? "
Thoughts that leave em broken and insecure
Dont ever be too busy to ask if they're okay until you're sure.
Coz neglect pierces the spirit to very the core
And if you spot withdrawal
Keep the suspense of drug use at a minimal
Do away with blaming outside influence
Rush to the rescue before they lose their innocence
Approach swiftly but softly
Be sincere and immerse yourself wholly
In the struggles and pain of your child
Know that to them their struggles are anything but mild
Listen actively without passing harsh judgments
Your words of comfort are never to be just cold statements
Be tender and gentle
For your aim should be to mend and not dismantle
In your presence your child should feel secure
Smother them with unconditional love until their heart is no longer sore
With goodness in their heart They will once again be pure
Know that a parent can always do more
To support, love and guide their kids as they grow
For nothing compensates for consistent emotional support...
Hurray" our national pastime has arrived,
Hot dogs, beer, peanuts, baseball is here, surprise'
Follow your favorite team, Yankees, Dodgers, Arizona, whoever,
Our nation loves this sport, probably it will go on forever.
Our national pastime starts with the fans,
Steroids finally addressed and put to rest, the drug use is now banned'
Cheering, the roar of the crowd,
Rah' Rah' Rah' Baseball should be proud'
The gift given to youngsters, as their eyes shine,
As their heroes play to prime-time.
It gives chills to them, to see the season finally start,
It lifts youngsters hearts, to see their heroes play with heart.
Have fun all, and let the games begin,
In each city, hopes and dreams, for their city's baseball team, to win.
God has blessed America, and we must never forget,
Baseball is a distraction, a 3 and half hour game, that brings smiles to elderly and the
younger set.
It binds our nation, in its spectacle, and grace,
A diversion from our national troubles, on with the pennant race.
But, never forget God's gift to all,
To allow us this diversion, this spectacle called baseball.
Desolation blinks steam rises as earth's suffix
The omega spoke through chain clanging gravel movement
Immorality runs rampant fully disclosed
Drug use becomes the norm legalizing blinding
And we continue to demoralize morals
Mankind walks parting destiny from fear with doubt
Time Tasted
Today is Today the same as yesterday was
I saw my own mistake corrected by prayer
From hating this place to wondering why is how
Life confined and oppressed at the same time is why
To deserve a punishment that can't seem unfair
Self love over zealous will exist as no love
Move Forward
The interrogation was as pointless as sin
My face showed zero emotion on that morning
Last night was the same as the day before non stop
For two years before then I should have remained free
And they all loved me but back then love escaped me
As sweat moistens theory my face gilds crimson
Life free spilled
The time was 4:44 when the answer came
The change between am and pm was the same
Thanking God was not my ritual in times past
Music was the oxygen crime was the basis
So the crimes I committed explained two faces
The good and bad side of y'all in me is just half
Silence Failed
With Athleticism
Through raw talent ignored
Like A Haunted Spirit
Lives in cracks and crevices
As the good that life lost...
and left...
Life began
I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her.
Filled her script like I was a doctor.
Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me.
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.
There was a dead little cat
Splayed in the middle lane of Washington Street
While I passed
And there was a man clumped to the curb
Pinching his chubby chin
Between his thumb and index finger
Like a final played poker chip
His eyes as flattened as aces on cards
In a corner bar across the street
While the police rubbed his shoulders and pencil notes
From the rotten sounds ground between his teeth.
Another man a driveway down
Has a nose displaced a million miles from his face
Smeared into his hanky.
Hoping no one notices
A woman wiggles in the wind out back
Like a Fentanyl clothesline clipped with a menu
Her age is a choice.
A third man on his back naps
In that front yard
Clutching his hands
To a samurai sword’s shiny blade
Slippery and stood straight up
From under and through him
Bubbling
Like a park fountain of roses.
Did it all start this morning
In their tiny crooked house?
Their cat scooting from underneath
A missed kick and through a crick
Of an unhinged front door
Out to the busy road?
If that for them
Was quite simply the last straw?
Ignominious consecrations - Arise.
Through tainted, synoptic eyes
With condescending erroneous lies
Despicable temptations - tease and denies
My nemesis creation,
insatiable appetites are no excuse
Rationalizations
A pernicious fight, senseless; a tightening noose
Ridiculous questions, insidious addictions
Perspectives; painful views of captive
Suicidal intentions
Dauntless drug-use & countless late nights
A senseless tightening noose
Abject & lost in the rinse
An insincere truth, a pernicious fight
Without sense, squandered youth
Enslaved without any rights.
END
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I feel more stressed,
Then ever before.
Life delivers some blows,
That is hardcore.
My financial difficulties are
On the increase.
I hope I get out of this,
In one piece.
It looks like luck,
It is gone for good.
I have even tried,
Knocking on wood.
A general malaise,
Has found a home.
Confined to a wheelchair,
I can't even roam.
My personal problems
Exponentially grow.
It is getting harder and harder,
To go with the flow.
The cost of living is at
An all-time high.
Most of us are barely
Getting by.
I see more drug use
There are more addicts.
People are strange,
there are more derelicts
Women are losing there
Personal autonomy.
The uterus does not
Belong to democracy.
Turbo1904 ?
Recently Received a Call
Recently received a call sounding like a winner
Wanted to know if I ever used a blood thinner
Before or after having eaten meals or dinner
Or of any type of drug use been a beginner.
Out of all this what was I supposed to make
None of that type medication did I ever take
Or some prescription being a forgery or fake
Also, before I used it did I forget to shake.
Sound similar to a call you have received
Where you really had been badly deceived
And at end felt comfortable and relieved
But still being all upset he had achieved.
So now maybe I might start taking revenge
For not having gone on a health food binge
Then my wife said she felt a small tinge
After she had started inserting a syringe.
Fortunately I began and was starting to see
The traumatic call was never meant for me
Thought about it for a while rather reluctantly
Call was meant for wife setting my mind free.
Has there ever been a time when.............
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
PS. Need a category for trauma and sick jokes.
Superman Confesses
By Elton Camp
At last the truth has come out
What Superman was really about
Pressure he was under was severe
To be the very best superhero here
Captain Marvel had help of Shazam
“My power’s enhanced & here I am”
Batman had help of riches galore
To be more than he was before
Spiderman had science to his aid
With that help, he had it made
So poor Superman just had to hedge
Use something that gave him an edge
Performance-enhancing drugs he found
Let him be the strongest hero around
A mixture of every type he did try
Until he found that it let him fly
Such drug use he tried to deny
Until Lois Lane gave it the lie
The facts he decided he’d confess
So to the good Oprah did address
“I’m sorry that I did such wrong
I had to do it to be that strong”