Best Drugging Poems
With a parting of the crimson seas,
they aren't appeased with just a smile
That girl who walks the star-struck mile
will pay a price that goes unseen
They catch a glimpse and swallow whole.
Then nonchalantly steal her soul,
with no remorse or thought of deeds, ...
just goals to slice her thin, and spill her name,
upon red carpets dyed with greed.
Beneath stiletto stilts she comes.
They think it's fun behind the lie,
that masquerades to dazzle eyes.
Are lonely hearts so worth the prize
while clamored lust engulfs and drowns?
The flashbulbs light the milky way
while voices scream among the fray,
and peel the starlight's skin away.
There is a hole, deep in the dark,
as black as death without a spark
A friend to trust, or out to gain?
To rub a shoulder, hug the fame?
She's guided by an elbow's charm,
disarmed, by tabloids, drowns alone
They're hell-bent on the mystery
The secrets of her universe
A paper doll is thrown to wolves,
is just a soul who has rehearsed
to fade and die, alone........
alone.......with a million flashbulbs drugging her,
...then dragging her.....as she tumbles from the throne....
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For the Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor : Nayda Ivette Negron
Drinking drugging, chug a lugging,
Cruising down the poncy street,
Drunk a 40 cats a hugging,
Look out 4 this ***** on heat,
Brain a thumpin, blood a pumping,
Dogs a humping, jelly beans to eat,
Cant get me car outa park,
So brain dead I cannot speak,
Flashing forth in me v6,
On the footpath, sometimes creep,
Uh oh downed a letter box ,
Postie he will surely freak,
Blue lights flashing, they in fashion?
Sirens blaring, dodge concrete,
Off the walls it seems I’m bashing,
Police-e-man I’m yet to meet…
Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall.
Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball!
When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses,
Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses.
No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool.
You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool,
Youeven wore pricey perfume, just to reel in a mate,
Some tall dude, with agility to dance, was to be your fate.
It was kismet, the moment you stared in a dance partner’s eyes.
You both as if floating, on air, in amorous,cloud like disguise
The lit, multi-colored dance floor, The Bee Gees music filled the room.
You looked up, and there your shiny prince stood~love musically! in bloom!
3/29/2024
My Monster
Every week on Good Friday I get restless
Palpitations rise for my week end disasters
A monster boldly barges into my silent abode
Depriving me of my peaceful slumber
Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life?
The moment I reach the dreaded site
Littered remnants of mugs and glasses
Sprayed on the kitchen floor
Having an afternoon nap is a crime indeed
The dining tablecloths are scrooped down
And I curse my heavy eyelids for drugging me
I wake up to run and my shoes are not there
The good Lord save me! My kitchen cabins
Are invaded, explored and ransacked
The bright packages are crushed and ripped
Salty and sweety snacks carpet the freshly scrubbed floor
I pads, mobile phones, remote controls vanish
I magically recover my drowning hopes
When their batteries are over
My heart beats louder than the speakers
Strumming the beats of nursery rhymes
Till tiny flakes start peeling off the quaky roof
The iridescent walls showcase
The world's finest art repertoire
Nothing short of an international gallery of art
The monster is finally trapped on the garden swing
Smiling gleefully with an outstretched arm
All frowns erase when the two year old
Bob cut tomboy dramatically wails
Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny!
Contest: My Monster
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
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Talking ,smiling and sharing
Drugging the other as the blessing
Filling one's heart with hope
Without risking of any guessing
We are the one's behind the shades,
Working our way up the better stairs,
Grabbing info of the cause,
Providing every tiny detailed care,
Like analgesics for pain,
CNS stimulants for brain,
Everything we’ve ever learnt
Doesn’t goes in vain,
Wearing the white coats with smiles,
Paying attention & aiding to perfection ,
Making our ways to cure & heal
We are PHARMACIST by profession.
missed you...
leaving scracthing
my heart for so long
mising you is
drugging my brain
even though we dont
get together often
knowing that you are
with me
is warming inside of
me for long
i understand newly.
your absence,
get out of being a
stucked pain into my
heart
(appeared) as a
continually
emptiness
begining to the
mornings with
caressing you
in the evenings
putting everything
aside
but talking with
you, i miss them...
our playings
our walks
your sweet
naughtiness
your childish
offendings...
how you were strong
to others
while defending me
and how you were
tender
with a couple of
slitted eyes
when you leave
yourself to my
caresses
Even though i never
want you to go
to see that you have
to do that
and without saying
you those
to say 'go now'
'as soon as you
forget me, that soon
you will meet the
happiness'
haw hard to say to
you...
not to be able to
see you and maybe
after years
when we met
to want you to look
at me as a
stranger...
and to deal with my
heart that i forbid
another love
For decades you’ve used our bodies as your pincushion
Poking, prodding, cutting, and killing.
Forcing us to be your experimental subjects
Scraping, shocking, drugging, and drilling.
Locking us up in meager dwellings
Filthy, restrictive, desolate, and cramped.
Filling me with toxins, chemicals, and poisons
Upon my skin a brand is painfully stamped.
My skin burns as you cover me with makeup and creams.
My muscles ache with each electrical shock.
My brain no longer functions as it should
You’ve carelessly destroyed my biological clock.
You alter the very DNA that nature gave me
I was not created for misery and imminent death.
Are the answers to your scientific questions
Really worth taking my very last breath?
Stop using me as your puppet, pincushion, and servant
Treat me with kindness, compassion, and respect
With all the advances to technology these days
Surely you could find an alternative subject.
My mother says that I'll never see.
My father says that I'll never hear.
My brother I'll never get higher than a C.
My sister says I'll never tolerate beer.
Every day, my family puts me down.
They say that they're just being realistic.
But there is one thing they didn't put on that excuse mound.
That they're not perfect, they're never optimistic.
Studies show that the reason bullies
Put others down,
Isn't to please,
Not because they find pleasure in the pound;
Not because they like to tease,
But that it brings them up.
To the brim of their cup.
Mom, I see that you're an alcoholic,
Dad, I hear that you're in a financial rut.
Brother, I've gotten all A's and and one B. But not higher than you are on your drugs.
Sister, you were right. Unlike you, I won't drink, or portray myself as a ****.
And Uncle?
Thank you.
For helping my grades up to A's and B's.
For prohibiting drinking and drugging.
And...,
For opening my eyes and ears,
To see and hear,
That it's not me.
It's them.
Your actions so calculated full of anger
I have felt the sting of them time and again
Each time I am tricked to let you in
I'm reminded quite quickly why I should not
I wanted to let you be in my life but over and over
Your actions lay one more brick on the wall
Some people are just not safe to let in
You have proved over and over why to keep my distance
Your so cunning,nice and can be so kind
But the track marks you leave have changed my mind
I cant believe your just not very nice
Jealously, fear, I cannot figure the whys
I've tried so hard,I cried many tears
Over and over throughout my years
But each time I forgive you show me again
Why distance is better than being your friend
I sometimes wonder why your mind is not right
You just seem to get enjoyment watching others fight
The kettle your stirring so dark it can be
Drugging up things important to me
The pain you can cause cuts worse than a knife
The daggers you shoot take the thrill out of life
I pray that some day there's a reason behind
And you can be cured and move on with your life
Stop hurting the people your supposed to hold dear
All I can hope is this comes from some fear
Change your life get the help you need
Don't live for money materials and greed.
We are under the sun and it's so bright, so why is the world so dark, why is it always night? Why do we live in the night, when God's light is so bright? Still we walk in the night not willing to see the light. For God's light is so beautiful and bright but we choose the rain, we seek false happiness and find only pain.
So why is the world so insane? Is it because false happiness and the rain brings only pain? Still, we rush through the night not willing to see the light, we stumble and fall then we are ready to fuss and fight. But we party all through the night, drinking and drugging until we take flight, then crash and burn because we refuse to learn, that we need to make a U turn and take flight in the light and not crash in the night.
Yes, we are under the sun and it's by faith that we can receive God's Grace. Now the light of the world is for our delight, it separates the day from the night. God's light is Divine and it's all the time with a brilliant shine, driving away the night and leading you right. Just want to come clean and God will intervene, guide you to the light where you will rise to new heights.
There's more to this life than what we can see, just let God lead the way and He will set you free. So why be a prisoner of the night? Come and experience GOD'S Light. Eternal, Just and True. May GOD'S Grace, Peace and Joy Be With You...
Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.
Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".
Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and ****. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.
Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.
Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."
I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.
I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.
Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true.
Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy.
Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care.
Turning us against our own,
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love.
Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.
Awaken to the torment,
Be aware of all the pain.
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.
Crowds, laughter, passer, loner
Lost in a shade, abandoned in howler
The cage of intensity
Bribing all the tendencies
Talk to the wind blows
The dimension of silent shows
Glimmers are everywhere
But the existence stands to nowhere
Today is like the other day
Sleep upon a time and disclosed by the other way
Dream leads you to the dreams
Drugging you to the other schemes
If only it's not a dim
Like the empty frames hanging on a tree
The space depicted to be free
Taking the brush and painting the world
Heeding the verses and ready to twirl
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CharlaXTitles
CADD
CharlaXAgainstDrunkDrivers
Puke all over the seat and get some on your dogs head
and a little on the wife’s purse get her good
and Madd at yew so she will take the car keys
and drop them in the piranha pool to keep
the control of the car away from yew.
DO not ever try to drive the car like that again.
Be my friend let the motor idle when the belly
has an idol in the center of your disgusting
fatness leave the driving to the women
or call the rental. Drinking is a disease
of the mind heart liver central being alcoholic yew.
It is now not only whiskey but people drugging
swagging smoking of the left handed Turkish variety
just puffing passing smoking inhaling
like a Clinton Will. Stronger measures now aer
needed to stop the added danger of a high
mucky muck brown frame toker from totaling
the soccer van of Mother. There is station wagons
on the road this mourning with whiskey bumps
all over them the women drivers not exempt
from hitting poles and other cars
and then my friend there is the LAW of Johnny
combined to probable cause. When the police man shines
his light inside the car and sees at least thirteen
empty beer bottles laying in the back seat empty
he has a right to ask ewe iff ewe aer recycling them
or drinking. A road test complete with breathalyzer
please make them touch the nose
never mind the sneezes please.
seeing you again reminds me of where i don't wanna be
watching you move listening to how you talk smelling your cologne
all take me back to times that were no good
drinking and drugging and meaningless sex
fighting and shoving until one of us gets hurt
all the anger and mistrust and lonely nights
replay in my head over and over again
we know its over but can't say goodbye
yet as you drove away i began to cry inside
not to the obvious eye thus inside i felt like i was gonnna die
today i woke up with you on my mind again
not as lovers not as friends just as a memory that used to be
romantic nights consisted of a twelve pack some audioslave
smoking cigerette stubbies and counting change
watching pornos helped us both get in the mood
pretending that person on t.v was eachother
to the outside we had it made perfect couple so they said
a real bonnie and clyde relationship we had you and me aganist the world
only when the lights went down so didn't our love
marrinating in hard core drugs and lies and infidelity
a secret we both kept from everyone that was eventually revealed
yet that magnetic attraction will always be there lets just keep it real
i compare the rest to you knowing i gotta break through
our love our life was dangerous and thats no hidden fact
we pushed and pushed eachothers nerve until one would react
those days are gone but your name lives on
i must be strong and carry on
to:what used to be