Drug Abuse Poems - Poems about Drug Abuse

Insanity

And I'm starting to remember 
What I'm trying to forget
My sober state of mind 
Is giving me a fit
Demons in my head
I can't take a 
More I think about it 
The mader i get
My demons win again
It's time to take a hit
Who am I kidding 
I'm so inadequate
I'm Just a drug addict
I can never quit
Put

More is Less

How you feel is not enough,
You as this is less than function,
Avert the feel, replace with stuff,
Or suffer states, disjunction.

Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust,
To the mumbled mind within you,
Hocus pocus, lack of locus,
There's too much to think or do.

Is it magic, the spectacle, the prance of flicked rays?
Distracting as you navigate your ways,
Through this

Kensington

Kensington 

Children of frustration
when dreams rose from the heap
the darkest of locations
tell white lies as they speak

open to persuasion
when abilities are weak
waves of degradation 
disturbs all those asleep

awake the dispensation 
to turn the other cheek
the house that they were raised in
and company they keep

a blur of segregation
when summers burn with heat
sit back for meditation
and sow

Kensington Avenue

"Sweet child in time,
you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between
good and bad"

Having cold sweats again in this godforsaken ninety degree heat. Shivering uncontrollably. God, what I'd do for a warm comforter right now. Zombies all around me mumbling incoherent poetry no one understands or even cares to hear. Young people half my age or

100cc

An insulin syringe seems so small
Tiny actually
And all the things they can hold
Is almost too much to fathom

These little tubes
Can hold your car and your house
And as crazy as this sounds
Even your spouse

100cc's full of your hopes 
and your dreams
If this sounds too extreme
Just take it from me

These things can hold
Your family and your friends
And

Drug Abuse Survivor

She was a drug addict, 
Had many flings with men, 
And as they do predict, 
She fell time and again;

She found herself with child, 
Was advised against drugs, 
Who cared? She got more wild, 
When stopped, she simply shrugs;

(Think of the little life
Growing within her womb, 
Who has no say - such strife! 
She builds

Opposition

Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering

Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows

Shining through the cracks
Of this numb

12 Steps

Step 1: Admitted we were powerless and that our lives had become unmanageable.
But I admitted that long before your lips knew my name.
I shook hands with the darkness and deals had already been made. 

Step 2: Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
By that point it was easy

Chasing a False Happy

I want to see you smile,
Just like you did that day.
The light that had shone from your eyes,
Wish it hadn't gone away.
To see you laugh aloud,
As though the world was a good place.
Your aura bright and loud,
And happy beaming from your face.
The problem though - it was the source,
The spark that fueled your fire.
The reason

Bumped Up Surgeons

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

I Will Stand

I WILL STAND 

                  BY: MYESHA PITTMAN


I’m broken down like a stick that gets stepped on depression and drug abuse is taking over.
I will stand up and take over I’ll move drugs.
But I see it in you, we

Legally Addicted

Legally Addicted
Legally Addicted 

I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar. 

It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter.

My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert dryness, 

Without this elixir i cannot live my life to its fullest and in diviners,

Withdrawals make me a living corps the walking dead

A Death Sentence

a death sentence (meth),

so many forms of it i know 
yet same effect when it takes hold,
robbing young soul's blind
taking away their chance of life,

one little hit is all they need
to become weak for it's disease,
i see it daily and yet they don't care
just pass it out like it's food,

one after another fall to the

In Truth, He Lies

"Kevin"

Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.

You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
 
But one day;
the junkie didn't have it,
so Kevin didn't give it,
but the junkie had to have it,
but Kevin didn't get it.

So when his beeper beeped beeped,
the Junkie popped popped.
And when his beeper beeped beeped.
his

Vicious Circle

He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying 
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the water falling,
no one heard his voice
except the dealers he was calling.


Kale Brereton

January 19, 2019

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