Best Medicating Poems
It doesn't matter what you say because I'm going insane
I've put a bullet in my brain, what's the name of the game that I have play to be free?
It really doesn't matter what anybody says to me, they didn't listen when I was spilling my guts, dropping pills and believing my paranoia
Even though paranoias just a frame of mind.
Now what is this I'm seeing when I'm swimming through a river of blood and shutting down
Drop another round begin to feel the love with an amorous desire for life or I'm lying
While I'm dying on the floor when I failed trying to stand back
Managed my doubt that the black cloud over my head will retract now and stop shrouding my world with its shadows and down pours
I'm damn bored, no I'm ill and what else can I feel?
What else do I need? I need motivation to succeed and achieve where I'm heading, where I'm going and where do I want to be at.
I haven't got a clue, I stopped thinking and stopped drinking and lost all my tact
It doesn't take long for the river of blood to start flowing again, it's rushing towards me and adroline is flowing through my veins
Depression often does it to the next sufferers head and you know it's getting bad when the rivers running red
It doesn't really matter what meds you use you always hear stories of the drug being abused and self medicating is just something that you choose
So if you don't have a plan about where you want to be take a f*** load of drugs and live a false reality
Its been going on for years and I got bored to f****** death
Fed up living life like it's a school exam test
I'll admit that pills, weed and coke can be fun for some in moderation but I won't again let them make me feel like I'm staring down the barrel of a shotgun.
Now my head is clear I'll let you in on one thing, you won't get where you're going if you keep living in a dream there's only two true things in life that arnt lies
And there's two true things in life that never dies and those two things are called smiles and cries
Is it a tragedy or comedy if you find comedy in tragedy
Categories:
medicating, depression, hip hop, june,
Form:
Rhyme
To be immune from aspersions mean and vile
May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile
But to really uphold the Golden Rule
We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet
In an upside-down world
Where self-victimization
is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere
May not yet get it, and still not self-aware
Now some may think that healing is
Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining
others near them to do the same, their end game
Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf
Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself
Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites
Imploding, suffocating smites and is on reserve
In a mindset where glory they deserve
Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged
Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact
It only makes you a stronger hellcat
One that hasn’t let go of the baggage
Is in an upside-down world of their own
On their own and may think they’re OK
Flies in the ointment, stagnant, a delay, decay
In a world where “making it better” ails, and means
Undoing what has taken lives in time in details
Only bequests, and is deeded
A new form of healing is much needed
Healing is embracing the newest challenges
There are bigger issues, bigger things
Then just you, heed the warnings
It begins within
“Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates
Categories:
medicating, hate, world,
Form:
Rhyme
The tears are too heavy to wipe away, she doesnt bother getting rid of them
because she feels they are meant to stay
with fiery red eyes and a face with the look of exaust, she feels she has no control
over the feeling she has come across
she disconnected her phone, black lights and curtins covered her room, she even
broke her t.v. she had no interest in being outside to enjoy the excitement she
could see
self medicating, due to a headache every day was the reason everybody believed
she never stayed awake and barely touched a plate
at such a young age she couldnt even look in the mirrior for a few minutes without
turning away, and still not knowing what she feels, shes allowing herself to fade
away
DID ANYBODY GET TO HER BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE??
Categories:
medicating, depression,
Form:
Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries,
but the difference is
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin.
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement
is motionless because your passion
is a carefully constructed image
replicated in a false ideology
that manifests into something specific
obtaining a manual manipulation.
A self servant visibility is indicative
of an egocentric personality and everything insinuated
to be perceptually believed as sacred
usually doesn't leave further than the tapping of your fingers.
You proselytize by regurgitating the ways
of a preferred deity and establish yourself
by turning your mirror to reflect the angle
of how you want to be seen and adjust your thoughts
for a higher seat in your vanity
in order to possess everything in your hypocrisy.
The feedback you get initiates a sedimentary mask
you proudly wear and give a name to because
as a statuesque representative in an upscale consumption
of physical and mindful gluttony,
it is the exemplary rock to inscribe your identity.
You disguise it as spirituality, enlightenment, or awareness
labeling it as politics, religion, parenting, racism,
abortion, extortion, activism, or sexism.
It does not, in anyway, alleviate
the struggling strong minded from with holding their weeps
on garments bled by friends in unsung tongues and private sin,
in time well spent where the secrets
of the heart are kept for keeps rather than exposed and disposed of
in a widespread generic documentary
for the world to see the effects of their warfare.
Where words of vulnerability and exposed nerves
are perceived as nothing but memes and black sheep
trying to be shepherds making lists of things
to better humanity in articles utilized by a machine.
As if the top ten life hacks will take neglcted children
out of the slums of a poor shack
and stop the hateful attacks on those who need welfare.
The bandaging by labeling and over medicating
will not eradicate the urgent need for eye to eye,
flesh to flesh, heart to heart
laughing, kind, grateful, melting of this
plastic society.
Categories:
medicating, fear, patriotic, planet, power,
Form:
Free verse
They said you was sneaky
But your sweetness blinded
My judgement
They said you couldn't be trust
But my heart see through flaws
My heart got me caught up in your web
You was a dark entity up under me
Watching my every move
Studying my walk
My talk
My style
You wanted my life
You conquer it
You manipulate my presence
In twisted it for your selfish
Agenda
You drove my car
Wore my clothes
But now I know
Your intentions was my man
He fell for your cobra spirit
You wrap around his temptation
In took it home base
With your upper hand
He lost the battle with his weakness
You both made a mockery of me
You two got a thrill off my hurt
My pain
My love I had for you two
Had the world thinking I'm paranoid
I'm crazy
Praying my hurt don't turn into hate
Now the tables turn
You caught some of his blows
You lost grip on your life
You had put your trust on sweet nothings
After you witness my tears in pain
Through the years
He incarcerated drowning in misery
Waiting for his judgement
You self medicating your pain away
I forgive you both
My cousin
Categories:
medicating, best friend, betrayal, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
The three R’s of education begin
with reading ‘riting and Ritalin.
Children are labeled mentally ill
because they fidget and won’t sit still.
Normal actions diagnosed to be
the symptoms of ADHD,
so psycho pharmacy can push a pill
to cure psychiatry’s invented ill.
You’re targeted from your infancy
to develop drug dependencies.
And spend your life consuming pills
medicating invented ills.
Drugs are poisons with side effects
that alter mechanisms of intellect
with substances that are known to be
toxic to your brain chemistry.
Minds cannot withstand the strain
of mans assault upon the brain,
and those minds can explode
into psychotic episodes.
You may find yourself in killer mode
from a demon circuit overload,
in a classroom full of dead
and a gun held up to your head.
The machineries of a nation run
on the intellect of its population.
Drug a populations intellect
and it will become derelict.
A population of addicts
living day to day, fix to fix,
dwindling down pill by pill
until that nation’s pulse is still.
Categories:
medicating, education, psychological, drug,
Form:
Couplet
'Tis well known that when medicating cats they can become rather crabby,
So, this free advice is provided when feeding pills to the family tabby.
As if holding a baby, cradle the cat in the crook of your left arm.
(Wrapping both arms with towels wouldn't do any harm!)
Putting pressure to the cheeks, open his mouth, jamming the pill down his maw.
(Apply bandages to the gashes on your jaw left by Felix's lethal paw!)
Since he wouldn't swallow the pill, pick up the soggy mess from the floor,
And try to tackle the little rascal as he streaks for the open door!
Next, kneel on the floor with the cat firmly gripped between your thighs.
(Enlisting your spouse's aid to subdue the critter would be very wise!)
Place the pill on the end of a drinking straw and blow it down his pharynx.
(Taking care not to swallow the pill yourself or damage his delicate larynx!)
After using naughty and nasty language that is here best left unsaid,
And coaxing the rowdy patient from beneath the king-sized bed,
Try forcing his clamped jaws open with a handy tablespoon.
(Then, pick up the shattered vases that all about the room are strewn!)
After chasing the scoundrel around the neighborhood on an exciting spree,
The fire department should be called to rescue Felix from the neighbor's tree!
Then, call the local animal control people to pick up the cat from hell!
Later, call the pet store to see if they have gerbils, fish or parakeets to sell!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
medicating, animalscat,
Form:
Rhyme
Deep in a hole, no more an abyss.
Searching for light, or source of escape
Knowing neither, why or how
I buried myself, deep under ground
Suffering for weeks, Absent of Joy
Bed inescapable, a fortress of hell.
Stress constantly crushing, onto chest:
Like a steel anvil, heavy with anger
they mock me, quiet, distant,
happy, even ecstatic facial gestures.
The condition isn't physical, So:
He must be, "just be lazy!"
Is Escape Possible, when your mind is prison?
No diagnostic test, accurate enough exist,
Cause unclear, lacking visible trauma,
No damage, Specialist Labeled, "Hypochondriac"
The 21st Century, Modern and Advanced:
Mental illness, stigmatized still?
If you want to feel better, Then:
"Use some Will, JESUS!"
Twenty two days, three hours sleep.
Ten days later, awake just two.
Attempt again, to will my function....
Still, Constant , Feeling won't change....
"Manic Depressive,a Frustrating Myth"
Hendrix mentally anguished, Architect of self demise.
Condition Labeled new, Politically Correct.
Wishing once, they lived, briefly, in this brain.
Willing a change, Still suffering the same,
Imagine a Second, daily, praying for change.
three Attempts failed, at medicating me sane
Wishing the cure, simple-minded as your advice:
"Try Harder"
Categories:
medicating, depression, pain, psychological, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
like wisps of smoke whispering, flickers hope whistling, to misty hopeless whimpering
physically choked sickened, with too much oh no, sunny gone, downhill, wrong side like mono, life can be so cold, I heard the oboe solo, in the motherland flute plays you, ways of making waves and rays when oceans arent blue, monochrome foam the root here not beer shaking up a flurry of sparkles, tears in snow globes, three cheers I don't know, cause bliss can be addicting fixed on asphyxiating whilst in a mix of medicating, anything to ease what my pain is instigating, kill the messenger cause telephones are useless as they are insinuating
Categories:
medicating, blue, death, death of
Form:
Rhyme
Winter comes
in its birthday suit
with invites
suggesting layers
In New York
snow was on the ground
next day, warmth
I went out sans cloak
In Jersey
warmth was inviting
by nightfall
my throat was hurting
Remedies
of raw garlic, teas
with cayenne
and honey held me
Fatigue came
slowing vibrant me
more meds came
with soups and hot teas
In N.C.
cozier space waits
with honey
I wanted out fast
Missions done
I boarded Greyhound
warm, too warm
I can't breathe in heat
Flu was on
soups were remedy
with honey
medicating me
Cold turned cough
aches would surely pass
I was up
best remedy was honey.
*
Categories:
medicating, appreciation, care,
Form:
Blank verse
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
Categories:
medicating, age, father son, health,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
"Mind your own business,' is good advice.
and besides, meddling is just not nice.
The flaws in others that you bemoan,
are reflections of some of your own.
Removing the beams in your own eye
will keep you busy until you die.
As you strive to overcome your flaws
You will find it to be a great cause.
During childhood, you experienced pain,
which is buried deep within your brain.
Unhealed pain shapes the way you behave,
resulting in habits that enslave.
As you age, childhood pain takes a toll.
Like a grey ghost, it torments your soul.
Self-medicating does not heal pain,
drugs and denial will dull your brain.
Mind your own business, confront your pain.
Face your hidden fears, start breaking chains.
Free yourself from the strain and the strife,
and gain from your pain a brand-new life.
Categories:
medicating, childhood, emotions, happiness, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
your words like cyanide poisons my soul
feels like my ears buried down your throat
and still my needle goes round and round
as you spread your faith
like a preacher on meth
I am a self mutilating masochistic puppet
and I'm dancing to your flame
let me kill myself so
we can keep your world the same
no matter what you say
I'll always stay this way
no matter what your gods do
I'll never give into
sow your seeds from your hole
into me as if something will grow
and still my soul in the lost and found
as you find your crown
king in the world of dumb
I am a self medicating delusional animal
and I'm pouncing to your whip
let me drown myself to
keep afloat your make believe ship
no matter what you say
I'll always stay this way
no matter what your gods do
I'll never change into
as much as you try you cannot mold this clay
as much as you reap I'll always stay this way
Categories:
medicating, change, conflict, dark, song,
Form:
Lyric
i saw you standing next to a wall
keen i've seen you
collected dark shy
wiry tall
so i picked you up
took you home
you just wanted someone to hold
that's what you told me
so i was onto you from the start
knew right away
you'd pull and pick me apart
i've got a cast iron around my heart
from days before i knew so well
guys like you
they made life hell
and tears of sorrow
in my eyes swell
and oh i know it's just as well
you'll get yours someday
this is getting old
outsold again and again old
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
i'll throw myself away
just look at me
my misery
a non-stop flow
since infancy
temporary
ordinary me
one night
ruined everything that's al right
i did not request a ring
anyway
not much left to say
it's all over and done with
should've been
could've been
would've been
more prepared
this time a little harder to read
your wants and my needs
you were a catch but i don't care
you only wanted someone to have fun with
then run away
flashing your dashing
doting, taunting, grin
i quit playing this impossible game
no stakes to claim
they're just too high
and i never win
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
i'll throw myself away
just look at me this tragedy
it started with your flattery
just temporary
ordinary me
i found it's better i'm alone
i got a grip
handle it
no waiting for the phone
to say your name
i keep on i write words
that speak my regret and my shame
there is nothing good
guys like you bring
girls like me
just deprive me
drive me kicking and screaming back to square one in a self-medicating
therapy it's over me
and under me i'm done with writing poetry
to get on forget
get over it and let
it roll on and just be gone
because you don't suffer
like i do
half my fault for trusting in
you
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
or stop you when you stray
just look at me
miss fancy free
you smooth talked it
right from under me
and held me close
and kissed me right
with eyes glued shut
i closed mine tight
but now i quit
put my foot down
i swear to it
i'm passionate
i'm not temporary
far from ordinary
you're deaf and dumb
and lost if you can't see
this new a little wiser version
of me.
Categories:
medicating, lost love, passion, people,
Form:
Seroquel made me sleep and gain weight,
Abilify constantly made me pace,
But Paxil made me lose my cool,
Plus talk too much like a fool,
And Geodon gave me insomnia of late...
So either fattened up in a grog,
To the point of being a hog,
Or join the forced march,
Which is so very hard,
All to save others from my lot,
Or get enraged at the drop of a hat,
With suicide listed as a side effect,
Or have peculiar ways,
Because of twenty-eight hour days,
To save myself Bi-Polar wrecks.
I am tired of all of this,
I get angry and have fits,
I've never been more unsure,
Since I sought a simple cure,
Yet I am told to keep on it.
It was not this bad before,
These medicines these horrors,
Being led to the slaughter,
Told always I oughta,
Keep this regimen enforced.
I am starting to think of ending it all,
Medicating the stallion in the stall,
Just release and be free,
To be the me I want to be,
Keep the men in white coats on call.
No this is really serious,
It really makes me furious,
They give me pills untrusted,
I continue to get busted,
So what good does it do for us.
I'd rather have the happy and sad,
Than be forced either way instead,
Because non-stop happy is dismal,
And sleeping my whole life abysmal,
I'd rather have what I once had.
To give respect and to be respected,
Rather than constantly corrected,
To be treated by others the same,
Bi-Polar is not part of my name,
I don't need to always be inspected.
My medicine hides my I.Q. of 156,
I sold estates, businesses, and insurance,
Corporate, computer and business Guru,
I've done much more than any of you,
Yet I'm still seen as the retarded kid,
All of these meds I have taken,
Made me worse than I had been,
So off these dastardly pills I go,
As soon as I am free to do so,
For only then will I finally be free.
- My Gull Wheels On
Categories:
medicating, angst, anxiety, conflict, dark,
Form:
Ballad