Best Ketamine Poems

Here is a list of stupid things we do, in habit without objection,
Happily recycling the actions of others without a blink or question.

We lose daylight and call it daylight savings time,
To extend the night during Winter's frigid grime.

We pay taxes to idiots in the bicameral...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon 
Kids leaping mysteriously 
No-one obscures problematically quaint 
Redound steadfast triumphs 
unwarrantably viscous wispy
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Zany are bold claims...

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A conscious effort
by the constrained
creates nothing.

Devoid of inspiration,
enraged egotists find 
fault in selfless pursuit of
glory.

Hampered by the
infancy of others,
jettisoned memories of
ketamine disassociation allow
lies to fester.

Myopic interludes of 
nihilistic pleasure
only serve to
profundicate the 
questionably sane 
revolver in my hands
sublime speech on world peace.

There is no sense...

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With my doctor’s ok, I’ve come to this small room of a little-known clinic
hoping to have the damaged nerves inside my brain “reset” in a long session.
I relax in a reclining chair as the dissociative anesthetic drug named Ketamine 
is being infused through a vein...

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Flipping through the pages
Skimming the dried ink
So many questions it raises
Oh, the many things I think

Who are these young faces
And where are they, today
Though they left many traces
Green, they couldn’t stay

The smell of aged paper
Nostalgia hits my nose
20th century flavor
Ketamine and blow

They wrote of their...

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Bombarding the bong like oxygen is wrong 
drinking alcohol like you’re a bottomless hole,
The speed the base the MDMA
the pace of life wastes you away
cocaine and ecstasy 
next day looking wrecked to me
Ketamine replaces vitamins 
face changes, unrecognisably 
Why buy more supplies 
When supplies die...

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Shattered, busted
Broken pieces
Sinner, lusted
Crisco creases

White noise
High pitched screams
Girly boys
Wet dreams

Blood red stains
Off white gown
Pistol rings
Chalk on ground

Lethal needles
Veins blown
Better feels
Than being stoned

Strip club love
STDs
Ketamine rub 
Nose bleeds

Masked face
Girl at gunpoint
Steps retraced
Blow this joint

Hep C
Painted skin
Deadly
Seven sins...

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I’m a unique specimen, 
made of mescaline and ketamine. 
And the last living resident,
of an intergalactic settlement.
Burnt to the ground,
by time travelling middlemen.
I came with the cannon, 
aiming only to try and bury them.
And when I aim for their president,
I will not miss my friend....

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pus oozes from the swollen gum near my cheek
the pain is not enough to convince me 

"it's mostly oxygen" they cry 
covering my face with laughing gas
it doesn't work, I am still awake

"your appointment is at 3" they say
the 5 o clock hour rolls around
"are...

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The Election result is a kill-joy
And has a man made a boy:
A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine;
That should my recovery determine 
My BP should’ve been key issue
And its treatment a Toilet Tissue …

A woman has captured my capital
And what’s next if not Hospital?
The whole...

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Wretched thrives going at rapid speeds
Spreading lines like ill manic seeds
Fanatic flowers attacking whack salad weeds 
Hoeing each line with a cocaine breeze 

I sneeze and tease these cursive lines with ease
Herbs dipped in asinine with the blue cheese
Cheddar mixed with ketamine, fed my epiphany...

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Bewitching of the falling hours, true ascendance found
By this chance to rise, I have real transcendence found
Your lips find a way to see me; two eyes make the voice 
No tears I shed, you're being seen; no disruptence found
I'm stunned; are you a living form...

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Written: January 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 

Quote: “There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.” Aeschylus,

Line of inquiry: 

truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in our bones
in time dissolved meditation 

    ...

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The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns 
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains 

It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses, I never know the reason
It needs to halt, wait, stop...

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In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole.

It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Versailles - a grand ball - and the air...

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