Kris Fireheart

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

*******

Straight from my hands to my nose.
Numb from my head to my toes.

Take a deep breath, 'cause its not
Over yet,
When your heart starts to pound and your head starts to sweat.

The denominations of your conversations,
They turn to elation and full demonstration,
It rings in your head like a radio station,
This rushed and egregious euphoric sensation,
This white lubrication for socialization,

This is what I call *******.

One of my inspired ******* moments from my early college years. I did every drug in the book before I turned 25. I wanted to "feel" it all... Three years of ****** addiction later, I finally started to realize that maybe that was a BAD idea...

#drugs #******* #inspiration #poetry #rush #excitement #imagination

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

Iceamphetamine

Shiny shards of slowly death
Rush, cough, and take a breath..
Its all they can to re inject
Another night on Tina's breast.

I watch them from afar, disgusted
My two best friends went homeless,
Got busted.

See, I might do some coke or smoke ***** all day,
But i can't understand this game they all play.

Always crystal or ***** or ****** or yay,
One more way to make my fiery heart fade.

But i told them i wasn't going back to those days,
I'll stick with my greenery, downers and stay...

Alive.

this is a drug poem. Everyone i know does ****, and I hate the changes i see in them.
I've grown up and out of hard drug use, looking towards my future. So many i know have not...

#drugs #poetry #****** #**** #**** #depression

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

Can you help me?

A feeling.
A burst of light.
A desperation.
A cry for help.
A hint of joy.
A ray of hope.
A sadness...

Haggard men in tattered clothing
On the concrete sandbars
Of the great black stone
Rivers.
Thirsty.  Starving.
"Thank you and God bless!"

Can you help me?
Do you care?

Pastor sits in his wooden box.
On your knees in your
Private prison.
Pass the collection plate.
Glory,  hallelujah!

Can you help me?
Do you care?

High school kids shoot ******.
One long row of
Slack bodies.
Deep nods.
Where am I? What am I doing here?

Can you help me?
Do you care?

A new government,  built on
Bad decisions.
For the money,  of the moneyed.
Blinding white hair,  trading blood
For precious oil...
"We, the people of the United States..."

Can you help me?
Do you care?

A sadness.
A desperation.
A cry for help.
A burst of light.
A hint of joy.
A ray of hope.
A feeling...

I don't remember exactly when i wrote this one. Sometime last year.

#poetry #depression #politics #drugs #religion #modern #millennial #feeling #desperation

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

The Chosen

We are children of the Rainbow.
Sacred blessings from the Sky .
To make our homes in The valleys,
They hoped that we would become
Wise.

We were chosen by the Moonlight.
To give our hearts to the Sun,
A sacred duty sworn to no one.
We'll be whole when it is done.

We are marching through a darkness,
In silent search of holy light.
Some have strength and some are hopeless...
I pray they all survive the night.

Morning sun on my horizon,
Show me to thy golden throne.
Fill the Sky with stars and diamonds,
And send a ship to take me home...

This is a bit of a weird one, I'll admit. I wrote this one morning while watching a sunrise with friends on psychedelics. Can you guys see anything here?

#poetry #fantasy #drugs #acid #sun #sky #moon #duty #sacred

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

****** Holly

She had everything she
needed,
To make most men fall.
Mindless zombies,
Men like me,  so oblivious
To it all.

Smelled her cooking,
So sick and
so sweet
A poison that's all her own.
****** swept her off
Her feet,
Now Holly
Wants to be alone.

She slithers down my street
At night,
A needle in her hand.
One more shot and ****** Holly
Fades to neverland...

In her eyes,  I see
Her past.
It's all so dark and sad.

Under her bruises,  I
Can see her light.
The only hope she
Has...

about a girl i used to know. Sad story.

#poetry #drugs #depression #woman #****** #dark

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

My Two Best Friends

My two best friends,
They've changed so much
Since we first met.
We once were close,
Though really,
Who isn't?
These are my
Two best friends.

I still see them often,
Each morning
Or evening.
When I drive home.
They always stand
On the same corner.
Not quite dead,
But not alive.
These are my
Two best friends.

Too sad to even describe, really.

#friends #hardship #suffering #time #changes #sorrow

Kris Fireheart Feb 2018

Bad Morning

This morning I woke up and reached
for the knife,
Cause I thought for a second of ending
my life,
Then I took one more minute
and thought about them
My Father, my mother, my family
and friends.
That **** you come up with real deep
in your head
On those mornings you wake up
and wish you were dead.
I said "**** it"and reached for
My whiskey instead,
Took a shot, Lit my Cigarette,
and
hopped out of bed.

I'm pretty depressed this morning, so I took to pen and paper when i woke up.

#poetry #depression #real #sad #death #morning #*****