Best Drugs. Poems
I smoked a pack of Marlboros
Every day, left butts smoldering
In dirty, smelly ashtrays
The nicotine addiction compelled
Me to quit… yet, I did not
I smoked until there was only
Short, spasmic breaths
Left in my black lungs
And oxygen had to be taken aside
So I could light up
I drank a fifth of vodka
Every day, left empty glasses
In a sink that hesitated
To risk the flood of last drops
Being washed away with Dawn
And the tears that poured
Down cheeks who knew
I was an alcoholic who couldn’t
Quench my thirst with anything
That didn’t say 90 proof
I swallowed a Percocet every time
The pain that pierced my heart
With regrets, remorse, remembrances
Started to edge between me
And the familiar feeling of numbness
That comes from taking a pill
Every time the feeling that rises inside
Feels like you have been slapped
With the truth, the facts, the reality
Coming alive without that 10 mg capsule
The addiction flowed through me in waves
Caressing the beach of my thoughts
Like a sea laps at the sandy shore with
The familiar touch of hope for the sun
Who will light up, with rays, hues of gold
Whispering through the morning
Embracing the pastel shells and mysterious
Swells of ocean water, pushing against the beach
Like a gentle hand will push against my habits
With the knowledge that this dependence is vile
I clasp hands with the truth when I take a breath
And look up at the heavens with a broken heart
Who listens to the words that come alive inside
When the heavenly Father looks down at me
The child who is drifting on waves of sin and shame
And, in a still small voice speaks…
Even the richest, most blessed nation can pray
For redemption.. just have faith,
God bless the USA and AAA
Categories:
drugs., addiction, satire, usa,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I've been trying to fill this hole deep inside my chest.
I promised I plead but you still left like all the rest.
So here I sit once again I’m all alone.
You won't even send a text to my phone.
This is where I fail to stay strong.
This life of mine starts to go wrong.
I took my lighter and fired up the brass.
I applied heat to get the bubble in the glass.
I heat the rock and watch it melt down.
I'm all smiles in the happiness that Ive found.
Before I knew it im drawing from out of the spoon.
One, two, blastoff soon ill be higher then the moon.
You get that little burn in the back of your throat.
Hang on cowboy cause you just hit some bomb dope.
Then comes the ringing in your ears.
Just sit back and all your worries and fears simply disappear.
Don't worry about the lights fading in and out.
That's the dope coursing through your veins ya your high no doubt.
The color will leave your eyes.
Your body engulfed in the warmth of a million butterflies.
But now the demon has got you like a needle to thread.
Welcome to the struggle cause you got to keep the demon fed.
Now we've been up for nights and days.
Given up hope we succumb to her ways.
When she leaves you she leaves you feeling dead.
You can't silence the voices screaming inside your head.
Now you just look for the next high.
Cause without that demon you wanna die.
People will wonder where have you been.
It's no secret with those track marks up and down your skin.
Now you will know new lows.
It's a sad story but thats just how it goes.
Now your alone and feel so close to death.
Just remember who did this her name is crystal meth.
Now if you could relive that day.
When your pal held out that needle tell what would you have to say.
Categories:
drugs., addiction, angst, dark, deep,
Form:
Lyric
Pain and betrayal
It is so easy to say:
Time will heal all wounds
The soul and heart is empty
Do not ask me to go ahead
A worn out body, but still young
Can feel my blood fizz
but do not feel alive
Hope disappeared
Promises were broken
Tears
Yes, I know
Can no longer look you in the eye
I have failed
Do not deserve your consideration
I hate myself and my miserable life
One time I was real
Now a shadow of myself
Dishonest and a disgrace
Leave me alone
Give me money for my last needlestick
12.07.2013
A-L Andresen :)
(2nd place in the contest)
Categories:
drugs., death, life, drug,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My Mama never cleans the house;
she lets the dirt pile high.
The cockroaches and other bugs
are always crawling by.
The refrigerator is empty
and the bread is hard as stone,
and sometimes when I’m hungry
I can hear my belly groan.
Still Mama says that tomorrow
she will clean and cook, but you see,
I know that’s just another lie
cause she always lies to me.
She spends her check on something
that this friend of hers calls crack,
and when she’s high, she swears at me
and hits me in the back.
Her fists are hard, but her words hurt more
cause I’m just a little kid,
who wishes she’d get better
and do the things that we once did,
like taking walks on Sundays,
or going to the ice cream store,
or visiting with Grandma,
but we don’t do those no more.
When I grow up and have a kid
I won’t do things like drugs.
I’ll get a job and hug my child,
and our house will not have bugs!
But until that time I’ll say my prayers
and hope that God hears me,
cause I know that he must understand
this thing called poverty…
Categories:
drugs., abuse, childhood, conflict, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
D ont ever do them
really can mess you up
understand their really bad
gives you bad judgement
social life no more
Categories:
drugs., life
Form:
Acrostic
Shaking hands, legs covered in blood...
Where am I?
My vision is a blur, but I can’t unsee you.
Nothing about this feels right.
I hear your voice, again and again:
“Just take the pills, they’ll give you a thrill.”
For a moment they’ll numb my brain.
But it’s two in the morning,
The tears in my eyes and marks on my thighs
Tell me I still feel the pain.
The bedroom on Tuesday,
Your workplace on Wednesday,
The club on Thursday night.
I’m tired, exhausted -
Can’t do this much longer,
How can you think this is right?
I lie in bed,
Blade in my hand,
The tip to my skin.
Your face in my mind,
Your hands on my chest –
And now it’s under my chin.
At my door once more,
My heart picks up at the sight.
My vision blurs, but I can’t unsee you,
Back in my room? Not tonight.
Categories:
drugs., abuse, angst, drug, silence,
Form:
Rhyme
When did we lose days when truth was high,
when friend was a friend, years unending;
Government could look us in the eye.
Before hurling insults was trending,
seems like it was many years ago.
when we hid words that were offending.
The drug scene was pending; we didn't know
Facebook was, thankfully, then unseen
Heros in space was our nightly show
Today's world has dissolved into mean,
self-satisfaction its new refrain.
Perhaps science found hidden hate gene?
Prolific drugs causing pain and gain.
Streets are the beds where homeless lie.
Children, babies in obvious pain.
Some walk by not hearing silent cry
Who'll save us all from upheaval street?
Mother Earth shudders and time grinds by.
Our song became a discordant beat.
How will it end? At best bittersweet.
December 29, 2022
for Now and Then Poetry Contest
by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
drugs., child, drug, pain, world,
Form:
Terza Rima
Words.
These words merely written on paper.
They do so much good for the soul.
They're something miraculous.
Like spun gold from the dull lead embedded in a wooden frame.
It become your safe haven.
You begin to scribbled until your bones are corroded with artheritis and your skin cracks and bleeds, because you need it.
It's like drugs. A fiction addicition.
You become so drowned in your own thoughts that what you thought was real slips away from you.
You begin to see things differently and you cringe at ignorance because you've bettered yourself through your addiction to literary diamonds.
These words, these treasures, these positive drugs, they become the beat in your heart.
And you hope and pray to anything that it won't be taken away from you.
Because not all drugs are bad.
Some are just red wine and liquid gold that we choose to ignore.
Categories:
drugs., addiction, dark, deep, feelings,
Form:
I disappointed God by living a life where I should have died
Many times often times I wanted to commit suicide
Because of the shame that wouldn't subside
Meeting people I didn't know
My affections I couldn't let go
I could only imagine that it's like being on drugs
I Only really wanted was for somebody to show me love
Hooked on it like heroine
Loving that thing God hates and so does most of the world
Loving boys when it should have been girls
Sometimes Most of the world does what i did as well
But what do you do when your lust and your emotions
Are boiling over burning like coal
Or like a pot on the stove
And when people throw verbal blows
But don't you know that God will put a block on you
Cause He will keep them away and keep them at bay
I could have been destroyed and I should have been
Cause God will give you over to your sin
Cause you don't know where I've been
Both emotionally and sexually
My disruption was apart of my destiny
The way to your destiny is pain
Like child birth but dont sin against God keep God first
Lest you be worse yea I know it hurts
Don't let beauty of men and women devour you
Or overpower you
love the inner you as well as the outer you
Categories:
drugs., faithgod, people, god, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I need.
At least thats all I used to believe.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I did.
I didn't even think of my kids.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I want.
I didn't even care that I was wrong.
Drugs, Drugs! they're in my home.
Now both of my kids are gone.
Drugs, Drugs! straight to my head.
I lay here now, because I'm dead.
Drugs, Drugs! is this what you want?
If so, this will be your on sad poem.
Categories:
drugs., death, education, health, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back in time…
Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime?
I used to travel all around the world.
and I bought my condoms by the case full.
I stored all my cocaine in quart-sized mason jars…
in my yachts, jets, and fancy armored cars.
Man, those were sure some good old glory days.
Before I smoked and drank my dreams away.
When everything I touched turned into solid gold…
Back before the horse took away my soul.
You know that once the devil seals the deal.
There’s no way you can beg, borrow, or steal.
Another second of the fame that you ain’t owed…
No matter how bright the lightning you rode.
Chorus:
When I was on top, man I was the best,
I was so damned far above all the rest.
I’d give my life to have that spotlight once again…
Not outside on this sidewalk begging change.
Standing here playing guitar in the rain.
Your tracks may have faded away with time.
But all those old wounds that you left behind.
Left me with so much more to remember you with…
I can’t say that I thank you for the gift.
I wonder is there nothing left in me.
but the memories of what used to be.
and those sad dreams about how my life could have been…
Knowing I can never go there again.
Now I’m playing these old forgotten songs.
begging change from strangers that come along.
Hoping to get enough to buy a fifth of gin…
I lost my wife, kids, and even my friends.
So heed the words of this broken-down man.
Hold on tight to any dreams that you can.
Because once they're gone, they won’t be back again…
And you’ll find yourself outside, playing guitar in the rain.
(Repeat Chorus)
Categories:
drugs., poetry,
Form:
Lyric
If you're a celebrity
For medications come to me
I have them all, come see, come see
I'm the devil in disguise
I sign prescriptions by the score
If you run out, I'll give you more
I'll bring your pills right to your door
I'm the devil in disguise
Dr. Robert, Feelgood too
Names I'm sure are known to you
If you're in need call you know who
I'm the devil in disguise
Uppers, Downers, oxy's....well
Imagine what is down in hell
I'll keep your secret, I won't tell
I'm the devil in disguise
Elvis called, and MJ too
They both liked pills in shades of blue
No one else does what I do
I'm the devil in disguise
It's up to you, which choice you make
I fulfill, and you....you take
I'm here all night, don't need a break
I'm the devil in disguise
If you're in need, well...I'll be there
You pay for service, and I care
I've got lots, and lots to share
I'm the devil in disguise
If you're mute, and lost your voice
You know I'm your only choice
I'll be right round in my Rolls Royce
I'm the devil in disguise
You'll end up dead, but I'll keep kicking
With pills and needles, stars keep sticking
I'm the doctor all the stars are picking
I'm the devil in disguise
I am the devil, that is true
I am around, that's not new
I'm known to them, but not to you
I'm their doctor...till they die.
Categories:
drugs., abuse, addiction, america, celebrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Wehmi wehmi khailo na
Gaand Meri lelo na
Goli goli khailo na
Gaand Meri lelo na
Tut TU turu tut tut TU
Tut TU turu tut tut TU...
Note.goli ya teka???
Categories:
drugs., addiction, age, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a pretty young thing,
from just outside of New Orleans,
that worshipped the ground that he walked on.
She was an innocent girl,
not understanding how the world,
could be so full of hate and frustration.
Was her husband’s love and joy,
and her blue-eyed baby boy,
were what gave her all that she needed.
So when he brought home his lies,
and then convinced her to try,
the warning signs were never heeded.
At first it was only beer,
until it soon became clear,
that she had to have something stronger.
Used to be work and straight home,
but then she started to roam,
out for just a few hours longer.
Looking for the kind of men,
who would give her joy again,
nothing now was too hard to swallow.
She found that alcohol made her feel alive,
the pills could keep her running high,
without them she only felt empty and hallow.
Now it’s Jack Daniels to go,
a couple lines up her nose,
to just relieve the day’s irritations.
So when her husband moved on,
and they took away her son,
left her filled with grief and rejection.
Now there’s little more than bones,
when she stands there all alone,
watching fear reflect in the mirror.
She is lost and neglected,
with a mind that’s infected,
there’s no escaping from her terror.
She was a pretty young thing,
from just outside of Reed’s Spring,
that worshipped the ground that he walked on.
His love led her down a road,
that no one should ever go,
and everything she was, is now gone.
Categories:
drugs., poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The drug
Everything is gone I’ve thrown it all away
Was I happy anyway
With all this emotions all That I feel
Is it me is it real
Or is this just the drug I feel
All of my family all of my friends
All pushed away
No more to depend
are these feelings real
or am I really ill
Or is this just the drug I feel
I’ll check the bank one last time
See if there is enough maybe another line
How could you believe that this would all be fine
Always chasing the thrill
Or is this just the drug I feel
Why do I sit in pain and fear
Drowning in this flood of tears
You chose your road
And you rode it well
You didn’t jump off
Even when you arrived here in hell
It came and took all there was to steal
Or is this just a drug I feel
I sit here now waiting for that high
Don’t believe a word of it you’re just gonna cry
Emotions will flood you like a huge wave
They’ll be strong the same as your overpowering crave
Are these my feelings still
Or is this just the drug I feel
How much longer can i go
I’m afraid I really don’t know
But if this is really just the drug I feel
Them I’m sure one day it will kill
Categories:
drugs., drug,
Form:
Rhyme