Best Valium Poems

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white,...

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In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone...

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The languid petals of addiction fall in a silent way;
they do not scream or keen, but wrap insidious mind-vines

around all that you are, soft as...

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sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go...

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Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause...

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“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.	
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another.  Huh?		
“Xanax.” Was then offered.						

	While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.	

“Valium, is inside my...

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Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power,...

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When I Consider Life

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through
 our living room window and passed...

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When I Consider Life Without You

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through  our living room...

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Anxiety Borders Crazy Dementia Erratic Frantic Grasp Hyde Introduces Jekyll Kooky Lunatic
Manic Neurotic OCD Psychotic Quack Rage Schizophrenia Tirade Unbalanced Valium Willing
Xanax Yearns Zen...

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cupcake.
dollface.
blue eyed beauty.
cookie cutter girl,
princess of suburbia.
she's sick,
because she likes it.
blood confetti on her notebooks,
the twinkle in her eye.
staining words on twisted minds.
her followers.
they want...

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The way the nurse looked at me, told me
That something wasn’t quite right
It’s why I‘d gone to the surgery that day
I’d been feeling nauseous all...

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A Serbian Poet. 

He was a poet; perhaps he still is, 
scribbling words
on the wall of a cell in Haag. 
A mass of hair, an...

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The son of Helios He was the noble Helium
                ...

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