Opiate Poems - Poems about Opiate

There was a dead little cat Splayed in the middle lane of Washington Street While I passed And there was a man clumped to the curb Pinching his chubby chin Between his thumb and index finger Like a final played poker chip His eyes as flattened as aces on cards In a corner bar across the street While the police rubbed his shoulders and...

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We have 72 hours to make this place presentable or we've got nowhere to live. Or at least not here. He helps with nothing. I sit, disappointed-again. Over something he's done. Again. I wish I were her. Heroin. I wish he lied for me. I wish he wanted me with the same amount he...

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There is a thirst of many days restrained in our body, chained words on lips of dreams... I think of her the smell of oak essence, memories of magnolia, the salty wind of the sea returns... She says she will be here in just a few days, her presence floats for a moment, I wrap my whole being anxiously! At that moment of full sensation, my hands are...

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The opiate seems so appropriate tonight I love these raw feelings that flood and fill But without the black water I am empty still My strength comes from the words that I write The opiate seems so appropriate tonight These cravings that corrupt and kill let my thoughts pour, bleed and spill My strength comes from the battles that I fight But...

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I AM OPIATE FOR BUSINESS i've got dreams for sale the disheviled dealer said yeah, well that's a very big deal because someone usually ends up dead in hushed tones he attempts to tempt but the only dreams he plies are bad from humanity the man ought be exempt because the dreams he offers are not a fad too oft it's a rest of...

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I can see through my eyelids, lies the color of indigo- worn on the sleeves of the world. And when they crawl through lips I will know. I can melt the world into ink with heat- from the sun that swallows indigo. And we can either hold our breath, or breathe the color of violet like air. The answer should be clear as starlight sprinkled over blackened sky. And...

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Opiate of delusion… Tempted by the flesh again, Insanity, on mind descends, Fools are made, where love transcends, Opiate of delusion, Give your heart, your very soul, Estatic mindset, does take hold, Another’s heart, yet you control, Opiate of illusion… Don Johnson...

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RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored) I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages But they don’t hear their words all they do is look And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book Theses sages stand on the street spouting words others...

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RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored) I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages But they don’t hear their words all they do is to look And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book Theses sages stand on the street spouting words...

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You are my sun. My every action gravitates, orbits, revolves around you. Pulling me closer and closer your rays of light are magnetic, and I can't fight the temptation. I am blinded by what makes sense, hypnotized by the warmth so near, and deceived by the beautiful mask you wear. For what lays inside the golden...

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Waking up, Never asleep to begin with- Rather hazy daze, You could see the clouds in my veins, When I woke up- Vomiting morsels, I came to the idea, Perhaps a thought, Though these things passed, I found a way to free myself, From the liquid opiate world where I had vanished to....

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