Lost in a landfill of thoughts,
Blocked by my heart
Till finally it was caught.
High hopes have taken over
And life is always an exposure.
With reality killing spirits
Just trying to keep composure.
I just hope you hear me,
Crying out for a plea.
Only wanting everyone to stand back and really see,
That I forever am and will always be just me.
Realistically speaking,
I have always yearned to flee.
Figuratively speaking you don't want to know me.
And I will always love and be loved gratefully.
But please do proceed cautiously.

An affliction that's everlasting
lives lie in ruins in the allies of agony in the slums of misery
Reflections of shattered families reflecting through shattered glass
Screams of lost souls echo while the fall through the cracks in the pavement.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Numb
nUMb
NUMB
The medicine is eating away parts of my brain
Slowly turning me into a rotting pile of bones
Artificially filling in all the cracks
Time for another pill
Pill after pill
1 pill
2 pill
Yellow pill
White pill
There goes my refill

Navigating these new age jungles
City species run through the curious dark
Thinking now is the time to be alive
As we stay out late enough to watch the sunrise
From suicidal heights
We stay awake to watch our minds commit themselves to their ultimate demise

Once bustling brains become a barren tundra
Their city thoughts die
Bodies still moving with the beat
Thoughts experience defeat
Conquered by the never ending
Availability of bad decisions

We are the buildings with out ceilings
We want another round
We are badasses without feelings
(At least we pretend to be with our looks and our sounds)

~

Messes in dresses running through empty city streets
After the voices of those we love whispered
They would never let us go
And proceeded to do just so

Learning to articulate from rap songs
Not resisting the urge to emulate our bad influences  
Lot of love
Lot of hate
**** karma when you can’t discern
What’s good from what is wrong

It’s all going to break
Down the hollow factory’s stairs
Where we ruin our lives without compunction
And brag about who we will impress
With the mistakes we said we’d made

It's so hard to get inspired
When I feel so **** pathetic
Drugs get my brain so wired
Lately life just feels so synthetic
So fake so pretend
My head is buzzing hands shaking
Through it all in the end
I just don't want to be faking
I feel like a waste of time
Stuck in my cycle of inebriation
I feel like I'm wasting rhymes
Teasing myself with my imgination

If you're a drug
Then I'm addicted
So easily
Affected
This **** just makes me brain-dead
Pleasantly ******* with my head

I may not snort you
Up my nose
But God knows I know you
With both eyes closed

You many not make
My nostrils bleed
But my heart knows
It's you I need

You're my dose of *******
Constantly affects my brain
I may seem calm but you drive me insane
You are the sun in the midst of rain

I may seem crazy
You made me crazy
Bring me into focus
When the world gets hazy
Wake me up when I'm feeling lazy
Like a zombie, ******* Day-Z!

Getting hyper, filled with energy
Your very presence, methamphetamine
You are a drug straight to my brain
Wanting another dose of your *******

Feeling the fear, of feeling alone
I turn to liquid in crystal stone.
I pour the acid into my cup.
And pray to God that I have enough.

Alone again, freezing as my body burns,
Seeking the devil for which I yearn.
I swallow the ghost, haunting my mind;
And breath new life through dilated eyes.

Holding on to a crescent moon,
Called into life by my blackened spoon.
I feel the demon, his needle fangs,
Inject himself in my flowing veins.

Higher now than ever before,
She knows just what her body's for,
Feigning love, for just one night.
I'm still alone; but for now I feel alright.

Totally forgot to post my new poem.
February 2, 2012

Friends

Do they ache?
Do they break?
Will they be there when you wake?
Can they be fake?
Could I make
one,
or maybe a ton?
Wouldn't that be so much fun?
Fun, fun.
I want some.
Who can I get it from?
Street ***.
Stranger's hum.
My feelings going numb.
um...
**** my thumb.
Like a baby.
Please, someone save me.
Whine, whine!
You are mine.
On these drugs,
tonight I'll dine.
Sublime.
But then turn on a dime.
Throw up.
Wish I'd just grow up.
Give up on this drug cup,
I mean cocktail.
My lungs fail.
I look so pale.
And this is the end of my sorry drug tale.

Are drugs good friends?