Cocaine Poems - Poems about Cocaine

his life was short lived no one guessed his secret ways cocaine the culprit ...

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Ever snorted cocaine? I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night, in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration. But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line. When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.” What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,” or “I prefer my coke with rum and...

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Treat this poem as the truth Non-fiction... Because this is the best way I can try to describe what it feels like to suffer with cocaine addiction It’s hard to even put this feeling of addiction into words To a ‘non-addict’, the things that I am saying may seem absurd.. Like how do I even begin to explain I wish a...

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Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie Had a habit most folk view bizarrely Each day before patients lay on his table He sniffed a line or two which made him able To slice and dice, hyped up head felt cathartic Injuries presented, varied and complex Imbibed biological Bibles, known reflex Mere matchstick puzzle, bones twenty seven Mirror met snow snakes, elongated elevens Intensified his...

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Choices When you messed up everything in your life You messed up your family your kids and your wife And even after all the damage and pain she has enough love to take you back again It was all there waiting just for you All for you had to do was prove That you had enough and show you...

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Everyone hurts Your all beat up broken busted all burnt out no longer a flame Full of shame pity guilt and blame But wait is it just you have you not hurt everyone else too What of your wife This was not her ride Yet you cheated manipulated and lied Her heart was wide open She would...

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Smile pretty lose your teeth Brush your hair you ing disease Cry me a river and lose the rest Oceans and oceans lack of conquest No more conquering foreign lands Little girl for whom do you stand? Alone? For yourself? We both know different. Keep your keys in your pocket and lose the lock to sanity Lost, alone in the...

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Sex in the air The mirror is over there Don't lose the razor blade Take a line or bump babe All your fears will fade Snort, sniff, lick, anyway you want Feeling sexy & superhuman Business for the connection is boomin! Never been this anxious Paranoia makes me suspicious Injection is not suggested Euphoria is the feeling manifested Addiction has to be said It's not a problem if...

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What does meth smell like? Imagine a cat urinating on your clothes Six thousand, three hundred and sixty-two times. Take this smell, amplify it be ten. How do you know? Because I used to teach school In a county that had the reputation of Being the “meth capital of the Midwest”. When a child who lived in this awful smell Brought in her...

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She was hilarious, funny, perky. Thrilling, lively, exciting and quirky. Inspiring, frisky, and delightful. Aspiring, whimsical, and insightful. We all wanted to be her until drugs Embraced her, and she dropped us for bad thugs. Angry, despondent, living in gloom. A grotesque shell of soul-sapping doom. Repressed, smothered inside a self-imposed cave, Depressed, dour, she met an early grave. Elementary friends hugging in horror. Hoping she’ll...

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Gallant is a white night. Deceiving one with delight. Beckoning with such might. Obscuring our mind's sight. Abducting all human rights. Deluding our true plight. Creating an endless fight. Gripping souls so tight. Distorting our foresight. Gallant not this white night. Hell, it will surely you unite. Strength it takes to fight....

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Invited some friends over for the evening last night Asked if they would like some cocaine to be polite They jumped at the chance They got up to dance Losing all inhibitions, they had trouble staying upright ...

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My arm’s bleeding Blood dripping on the floor I’m weeping I double check if I closed the damn door My mother thinks I’m sleeping So, I better start cleaning I can’t miss a drop, or she’ll start screaming Oh hell, my arm’s sore It’s heating It’s steaming The cut is so fresh, it’s pleasing It hurts, but at least… I’m feeling… I feel I’m...

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The 1980's brings me back, like the song...I will survive The white line crossed my path so much...I'm lucky I'm alive A decade of some high times...thank god those years have passed I've partied like an animal...those days have gone by fast Twenty one through twenty five...my life was such a mess I was an...

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a giant eyeball flashes 'cross the sky I fly to its retina it blinks I am trapped my bed is soaking wet my libido dies I stand I fall to my knees dragging what is left of me gazing at my oppressor as a giant eyeball flashes 'cross the sky...

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