Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.
Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.
because
I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.
I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
.
.
Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
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.
....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
I agree with your move to liberty.'
All have suffered, under the same tyranny.!
Ibrahim highligted at the un
Now may all humanity become free.!
the sharp cry of metal scrapping flint sets you ablaze,
combustion, turning oxygen and nicotine into ash in my mouth,
I want to kiss you my dear,
I want to breath you in and fill my lungs to the brim
with your choked up hope
I want to wait and see,
believe with every part of me,
that when i finish this stint,
things might be different,
that this next drag might lag that aching hole,
and one day soon I might feel whole
The meds should be working by now…
They are but,
I still drink coffee all night to drive away the nightmares.
The meds are working, I trust them.
I told the doctor, and he is evil.
Burning, and tingling, and restless.
They are working so well.
I sleep once in a while.
Some people say it’s not enough.
I take my meds every day.
I don’t believe in the placebo effect.
I believe in the power of medication.
They say that with you
I should be able to fly
Higher than before.
But sadly it's just not true,
So the high remains a lie.
maybe he will
maybe he will
maybe he will
if i
if i
if i
These drug's don't seem to work if anything
they just make things worse
Hopefully maybe these pill works better
than the one's you gave me before
I'll give them a try and I promise you will
be the 1st person I let know
If the voices in my head stick around or go
Otherwise I'll be right back 1st thing tomorrow
banging on your door
In another guise of myself asking for
something anything in order to please
make the voices in my head somehow stop
Because not a single thing any of the many
of them say makes any sense at all it's
predominantly 99 percent all illogical
nonsense
And if you have nothing else in your
locker I'll gladly take a placebo in it's
place
If it somehow in anyway gets me through
this here very day
And I'll worry about tomorrow when and
if those pesky old voices resonating inside
my head wake me up and with another
pounding headache as every other day
since and before
Poetry is my placebo
I get into it when I write it
in the ethereal or logical verse
and even if good vacuum is lost,
I will always write it, I am a stoic poet!
jagged prescription
abrasive realities
I can't take much more
Sure you've talked yourself into believing
that you've found your soulmate.
Although they're deaf to the heartbeat of your muse.
Through verse you've exposed to them
the tender facets of your soul..
Annoyed they quickly scan the lines
(the veneer of courtesy)
then toss them aside like a snot rag
with a hollow compliment stuck to it..
but their dead eyes tell you everything
they could care less about your heart(what you dream).
Even when you're making love to them
they're thinking, "but I'll never make love to your muse".
That's why I think it's possible that you've
settled for the placebo of your real soulmate.
Two viruses are out there now
each can take your breath away
it's what they're born to do..
Two parasites are also out there
they attack the mind
until a lie becomes truth
and a truth becomes a lie.
While love along with a {the placebo}
sit under heavy stone-masks
unrecognizable
ineffective
forgotten.
she says
she loves
me and the
feeling is good
feeling that
the world
will never
end
happiness
becomes
addiction
loneliness
forgotten
in blurred
vision just
side effects
what is this
thing called
love?
what is this
thing called,
love?
questioning
commas
Come purchase assurance! Salvation sold here!
Our rose-colored glasses cure doubt, pride, and fear.
Believe without question and watch your faith grow.
(The price may be truth, but it’s not like you’ll know.)
Hope is not just a tranquilizer,
It's a placebo
To keep you alive
Till the doctor comes!
Never you lose hope, never!
Hope is not just an opium,
When the chips are down,
Hope is that part of you
That keeps you alive
It keeps you looking at the brighter side!
Problems are strong, fears are stronger,
But the smallest hope, could conquer them all.
you bite your tongue
and hope he's wrong
you hope he's wrong
you pull your hair
in your despair
for once something is harder
than the rock that you've lived under
and your mental disorder
you and your mind in your man-made borders
he's not the cure for your sickness
just a disease disguised as bliss
there is blood in the sink
there are pills on your tongue
your window is open in hope that he'll come
you're shaking with fear
he whispers in your ear,
"kill me or you will suffer"
leave your mother
leave your father
love them dearly
kiss them sincerely
you are sick
he's not the cure for your sickness
just a disease disguised as bliss
your friends don't know you're throwing up
Unisom, will you give me some
the girl who broke her leg sits out
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