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 the gun to my head
and just get it over with
Which reminds me
I'm starting to remember
What I'm trying to forget
Insanity©
10/12/23
By: Dustin Branum
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 all that is reaped
peer deep into what’s stationed
the lost or stolen sheep
a core that rocks a nation
only on occasion weeps
passed down from generations
too scared to take a peak
the truth is out there somewhere
you can find it in the street.
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 theres still plenty of room
For each of your kids
They'll hold your future
Even your past
And they've never failed
To fill up fast
So with this warning
What will you do
Risk it or not
It's all up to you
In the blink of an eye
Your worlds turned into a transparent liquid
It's all that's left
What will you do with it
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 body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto
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 are going to walk it out.
I’ll rise till it happens.
Thousands of teens are facing depression and drug abuse.
I’ll rise unafraid and I will do it a thousand times again
Just like gold and silver I shine
Cocaine marijuana crack pills needles are all monsters
Why? I have no clue
But like dust you’ll float away, and we will suffer
What you made us to be.
We can die of suicidal thoughts
Drugs make us go crazy, but we will rise
I will rise with you to the green path
Your almost there
Your future is near
I will stand up
I will stop this
We will stand together
Sincerely Myesha Pittman
Age 13
"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 heart beat beat,
"Stopped."
______________________________________________________________
“In Truth, He Lies”
(Kevin’s Funeral)
Preacher screams,
"He's goin’ to heaven",,
Kendra cries,
"Wake up Kevin",,
Momma sighs,
"Baby, don't cry",,
Grandma weeps,
"Kevin's asleep",,
Grandpa states,
"Resting his eyes",,
But when Momma screams,
"wake up Kevin",,
Grandpa weeps,
and then we all cry,
But to me,
It don't matter none.
Whether Kevin's in Hell,
for what he's done.
But the truth is,
Kevin lies.
In that casket,
before my eyes,
And the coffin keeps,
such still remains.
But will the coffin keep,
what still remains?
NoelsArt
Comments: Above is a poem about Kevin, a drug dealer. Added this week is Kevin’s Funeral poem. FEEDBACK WELCOME
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
Inexplicable is my exasperation
While the substance of evil is numbing,
Degradation only leads me to desperation
Closer to my unbecoming.
Unbelievable; this is my reality
My delusion breaks down as I cry;
As brutality meets fatality
Impending; I may die.
As the battle ends, I can’t let go
Crippled by disdain---
The fear in my eyes shows
And the moons of my pupils wane.
The one thing I’ve fought to destroy
Awakens to the summoning;
Of the paranoia I can’t avoid
This is my unbecoming.
That Colorful Drug
Contest of Lewis Raynes
June 2, 2016
Many of my friends
Has passed away in their youth
Due to drug abuse
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