Naomi Gamby
Nov 14, 2011

This addiction is bad
These injections will change your life
It is everything, it is nothing, it is unexplainable
Like being stabbed a million times with a knife

It burns my whole body
Inside and out
I want to stop so bad
But it fills my mind with doubt

I become obsessive,
Sometimes I'm in rage
Even saying something simple
Will put me on a rampage

There are bugs in my skin
I get constant heat flashes
I can't stop itching
It leaves me with gashes

Your friends become enemies
Every family member is now a stranger
No one can be around you
Everyone is in danger

I'm loosing my body
I'm loosing mind
This specific drug,
It's the worst kind

I can't feel my body
Now it's all down hill
I no longer shake
I am completely still

My vision is impaired
Feels like it was injected into my eyes
I lay here stiff as a board
As my body slowly dies

Do not lay, lay in fair repose, sweet angel,
My one true love whose dreams give wing to solemn night
And steer the stars above this swale of ragged wood we call our home.
Arise fair angel!

Hurry! Let us hurry to the peach grove
Before the breath of morn gives harbor to the chatter of birds
And the knells of treacherous commerce call me to my obedience.
Awake from your slumber!

Here in the peach grove,
where the herons drink from the mouth of their reflection
we shall build our quaint crib of cockle burrs & jellybeans
and make love & eat Ben & Jerry's all day without getting fat
& drink Cointreau & order shit we don't need over the Internet.

Here in the peach grove, we shall build our brave new world
where there's real justice and and suicide bombers wake up to a harem full of seventy virgins but their cocks are blown off and they don't eat pussy.

Here in the peach grove where the traffic lights are synchronized and everyday is a four day weekend in a leap year of Sundays
and where there are as many raisin nuts inside the cereal box as there are on the pretty picture on the outside

and where you answer a piece of Nigerian spam mail and actually receive a certified check for 40 million dollars

and where people who drive while using cell phones crash and burn on the second ring (and on the first ring if they're driving an SUV); crash and burn along with the scumbag tailgaters who honk their horns at you the nano second the light turns green

and where gas prices fall to a dollar a gallon but everything's in walking distance anyway all cars have been beaten into ploughshares -- except for Ferraris which are transformed into gelato

and where Martha Stewart goes back to prison and just stays there for life
and where George W. Bush gets fucked in the ass by an escaped Texas Death Row inmate

Hurry with me to the peach grove where the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

NOW WAKE THE FUCK UP, BITCH!!!

No one ever, no one ever shall dare keep us apart.
Morpheus the chemist, lays murdered; he floats face down
like Ophelia, gurgling obscenities to the fish.
Now, you and I & me and you,
just the four of us
shall lie awake forever & ever & ever,
tweaked, cranked and spun like Rapunzel
until our swirls of dust have righteously mingled
and squarely blackened this howling cunt-eye of a moon.

Please wake up, Angel. Please,
please,
PLEASE...

For my related crystal meth pieces please visit:
Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Margarita
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-margarita/


Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Ices
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-ices/

Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Cheese Coleslaw
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-cheese-coleslaw/

Baking Bad: Red-Hot Cajun Crystal Blue Cheese Wings
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-red-hot-cajun-crystal-blue-cheese-wings/

For my crystal meth junkie piece please visit:
Romeo's Crystal Meth Lullaby (Poetry Slam Audience Favorite)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/romeos-crystal-meth-lullaby-poetry-slam-audience-favorite/

For my related New Mexico piece please visit:
The True Demographics of Santa Fe
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-true-demographics-of-santa-fe/
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Do not lay, lay in fair repose, sweet angel,
My one true love whose dreams give wing to solemn night
And steer the stars above this swale of ragged wood we call our home.
Arise fair angel!

Hurry! Let us hurry to the peach grove
Before the breath of morn gives harbor to the chatter of birds
And the knells of treacherous commerce call me to my obedience.
Awake from your slumber!

Here in the peach grove,
where the herons drink from the mouth of their reflection
we shall build our quaint crib of cockle burrs & jellybeans
and make love & eat Ben & Jerry's all day without getting fat
& drink Cointreau & order shit we don't need over the Internet.

Here in the peach grove, we shall build our brave new world
where there's real justice and and suicide bombers wake up to a harem full of seventy virgins but their cocks are blown off and they don't eat pussy.

Here in the peach grove where the traffic lights are synchronized and everyday is a four day weekend in a leap year of Sundays
and where there are as many raisin nuts inside the cereal box as there are on the pretty picture on the outside

and where you answer a piece of Nigerian spam mail and actually receive a certified check for 40 million dollars

and where people who drive while using cell phones crash and burn on the second ring (and on the first ring if they're driving an SUV); crash and burn along with the scumbag tailgaters who honk their horns at you the nano second the light turns green

and where gas prices fall to a dollar a gallon but everything's in walking distance anyway all cars have been beaten into ploughshares -- except for Ferraris which are transformed into gelato

and where Martha Stewart goes back to prison and just stays there for life
and where George W. Bush gets fucked in the ass by an escaped Texas Death Row inmate

Hurry with me to the peach grove where the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

NOW WAKE THE FUCK UP, BITCH!!!

No one ever, no one ever shall dare keep us apart.
Morpheus the chemist, lays murdered; he floats face down
like Ophelia, gurgling obscenities to the fish.
Now, you and I & me and you,
just the four of us
shall lie awake forever & ever & ever,
tweaked, cranked and spun like Rapunzel
until our swirls of dust have righteously mingled
and squarely blackened this howling cunt-eye of a moon.

Please wake up, Angel. Please,
please,
PLEASE...

For my related crystal meth pieces please visit:
Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Margarita
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-margarita/


Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Ices
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-ices/

Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Cheese Coleslaw
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-cheese-coleslaw/

Baking Bad: Red-Hot Cajun Crystal Blue Cheese Wings
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-red-hot-cajun-crystal-blue-cheese-wings/

For my crystal meth junkie piece please visit:
Romeo's Crystal Meth Lullaby (Poetry Slam Audience Favorite)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/romeos-crystal-meth-lullaby-poetry-slam-audience-favorite/

For my related New Mexico piece please visit:
The True Demographics of Santa Fe
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-true-demographics-of-santa-fe/
#love   #go   #drugs   #angel   #ice   #white   #trash   #candy   #no   #dust   #fast   #hot   #cross   #glass   #cookies   #lullaby   #la   #meth   #chalk   #speed   #peach   #g   #garbage   #wash   #crystal   #romeo   #dunk   #fuel   #juice   #ben   #jerry   #crank   #christina   #tina   #cris   #cristy   #geep   #getter   #getgo   #crunch   #hanyak   #hironpon   #hiropon   #super   #batu   #kaksonjae   #cream   #quartz   #chunky   #cotton   #gak   #go-go   #junk   #doze   #pookie   #rocket   #scooby   #snax  

me and u
holding hands
forever
miles away

Do not lay, lay in fair repose, sweet angel,
My one true love whose dreams give wing to solemn night
And steer the stars above this swale of ragged wood we call our home.
Arise fair angel!

Hurry! Let us hurry to the peach grove
Before the breath of morn gives harbor to the chatter of birds
And the knells of treacherous commerce call me to my obedience.
Awake from your slumber!

Here in the peach grove,
where the herons drink from the mouth of their reflection
we shall build our quaint crib of cockle burrs & jellybeans
and make love & eat Ben & Jerry's all day without getting fat
& drink Cointreau & order shit we don't need over the Internet.

Here in the peach grove, we shall build our brave new world
where there's real justice and and suicide bombers wake up to a harem full of seventy virgins but their cocks are blown off and they don't eat pussy.

Here in the peach grove where the traffic lights are synchronized and everyday is a four day weekend in a leap year of Sundays
and where there are as many raisin nuts inside the cereal box as there are on the pretty picture on the outside

and where you answer a piece of Nigerian spam mail and actually receive a certified check for 40 million dollars

and where people who drive while using cell phones crash and burn on the second ring (and on the first ring if they're driving an SUV); crash and burn along with the scumbag tailgaters who honk their horns at you the nano second the light turns green

and where gas prices fall to a dollar a gallon but everything's in walking distance anyway all cars have been beaten into ploughshares -- except for Ferraris which are transformed into gelato

and where Martha Stewart goes back to prison and just stays there for life
and where George W. Bush gets fucked in the ass by an escaped Texas Death Row inmate

Hurry with me to the peach grove where the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

NOW WAKE THE FUCK UP, BITCH!!!

No one ever, no one ever shall dare keep us apart.
Morpheus the chemist, lays murdered; he floats face down
like Ophelia, gurgling obscenities to the fish.
Now, you and I & me and you,
just the four of us
shall lie awake forever & ever & ever,
tweaked, cranked and spun like Rapunzel
until our swirls of dust have righteously mingled
and squarely blackened this howling cunt-eye of a moon.

Please wake up, Angel. Please,
please,
PLEASE...

For my related crystal meth pieces please visit:
Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Margarita
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-margarita/


Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Ices
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-ices/

Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Cheese Coleslaw
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-cookbook-crystal-blue-cheese-coleslaw/

Baking Bad: Red-Hot Cajun Crystal Blue Cheese Wings
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/baking-bad-red-hot-cajun-crystal-blue-cheese-wings/

For my crystal meth junkie piece please visit:
Romeo's Crystal Meth Lullaby (Poetry Slam Audience Favorite)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/romeos-crystal-meth-lullaby-poetry-slam-audience-favorite/

For my related New Mexico piece please visit:
The True Demographics of Santa Fe
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-true-demographics-of-santa-fe/
#love   #go   #drugs   #angel   #ice   #white   #trash   #candy   #no   #dust   #fast   #hot   #cross   #glass   #cookies   #lullaby   #la   #meth   #chalk   #speed   #peach   #g   #garbage   #wash   #crystal   #romeo   #dunk   #fuel   #juice   #ben   #jerry   #crank   #christina   #tina   #cris   #cristy   #geep   #getter   #getgo   #crunch   #hanyak   #hironpon   #hiropon   #super   #batu   #kaksonjae   #cream   #quartz   #chunky   #cotton   #gak   #go-go   #junk   #doze   #pookie   #rocket   #scooby   #snax  
Dear Meth...
Vilene Joubert
Vilene Joubert
Feb 9, 2013

Dear Meth...

I was young when I met you,
young and naive.
I fell for you so quickly,
they don't call you speed for nothing!

I was swayed by your lovely lies.
I always thought whips and chains were kinky,
I never thought you would chain me,
unaware,
You chained me for life.

Your grip is inhuman,
your power is scary,
my will is strong,
but is it - as strong,
Wishing it was stronger than you?

I fell in love with you,
there was no other..
U were my number one,
and I know you want to be the only one!

You're like an ex,
the one you know there is no future with!
The one its easy to go to for comforting sex.

So bad but so good,
such a waste of time.
Why can't you be the ex who left??

Why will u always stand in the way of my next?  
You are man made,
but yet you make me turn my back on mankind...

You possess me..
You must be from the devil!
You grow on me like ivy,
slyly...!

You want my soul forever.
Its a raw deal..
The deal is u give me a feeling -
and I give you my life?

Why won't you leave me?
Why can't you let me be?
I am only human,
Please set me Free!!

Please set me Free...

Another poem from my dear friend dealing with her addiction..
Its so sad..
But I'm happy to say she is definetely getting better Every Day!!
Typhany
Typhany
Oct 21, 2013

my hands bear bruises,
my shoulder holds a purple bump
from the metal bolt you threw in anger-
you missed my head
(as if it's not fucked up enough)
and told me i was wrong

all i ever did was love you,
you're supposed to be my hero
but the monster took hold of you
and drowned your veins,
with hatred

at the age of seven, i was taught that i was lucky to be alive
i was taught that i did not deserve to be alive

Pure LOVE
Pure LOVE
Dec 10, 2012      Dec 11, 2012

I was in love with you for so long,
I thought you were the best thing
That ever happened to me....

When ever I needed you,
You were always there for me,
And when you weren't I would
Feel like I was going to die,
I would search and search for
You every where and nothing
could stop me until I found you,

Sometimes you would show up
When I didn't want you to,
And when I tried to quit you,
You found me every time,
And I would give into you,
Every time you would make,
Me feel like I was nothing without,
You in my life,

I gave up everything for you,
And you just took and took
Until you took every friend,
Every relationship, every job,
My self-esteem, Self-worth,
Dignity, Morals & freedom,

Well this is good-bye I am
Done watching you destroy my
Friends and myself and I can
See you everywhere in public
In the eyes of people passing by,
All the homeless, mentally ill,
your running the world,
But you will no longer run me,
FUCK YOU!!

If someone ever offers you drugs please don't do them they rob you of your life. I allowed it to take everything. But I'm changing all that today. Because I know it's dumb.

on the floor i hear yelling
walls shake violence,
masturbate likewise
breakthrough
complete silence
fucking myself deep in thought
avoid eye contact for
the fear of being caught
pathetic salvage for hope
only to find what is absent
The illusory crutch
I no longer make an attempt
to rationalize my being
only the ruin of broken down barrier
of every the generic whore I see
All I can say is
perfect restriction is admirable i guess
but i couldn't bring myself to give a fuck
I've made every single moment a regret
i've lived with a permanent cringe
now i'm numb to this life
I rest when I can and wake
only to  sleep
when i breathe,
airways are intakes for pain relief
seek comfort, not improvement
while society sustains conscious greed
a sweet tooth and a cavity
eternal yearning for the ice cream
oblivious to your expiration
perishing and bruised
unsightly and used
the frame is an empty cave
leaking waves of putrid nostalgic days of last
what is to preserve
every torturous moment of fucking up
every shaking thought of failing
every aching heart beat
the dwelling of my past
useless and without meaning
because you are a leech with a disease
set on destruction of innocence
used up and wrecked early on
i've been ready for my final breath
since the day i've stopped feeling
a soul present within me

yes i truley want to die atm
 
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