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Athena Feb 6
I want to drown myself
in ecstasy tablets
I want to fill a room with
marijuana smoke
so thick you can't see past your fingers
and fall back onto the bed
forever
I want to eat mushrooms
and lose myself
in a whole new world
and sit on the front steps of freedom
as the sun
sends cotton candy clouds
into an explosion of falling birds
I want to drink chemicals
straight from the vat
so that I can watch myself **** blood
and wonder what happened
last night
as I lay puking my insides out
all over the bathroom floor
I want you to blow smoke in my ears
and bake brownies
to fill the hole
in my stomach
and I want you to sit down with me
and watch everything
melt
Life is a drug, so party
Khoi-San Jan 21
Her
body
rejects
the
anomalous change
Her
gut
spits
out
suicidal atoms
are
we fuelling
a
pandemic
This
Is
A
Global warning
Of
Global warming
Alle Jan 14
our relationship was
filled with toxic chemicals
that
       s l o w l y but
                    s u r e l y
crept into
my body
          my head
                    my heart
the way your love
    did
         not
Julia Jan 8
why does toothpaste come in tubes?
if you ask me, there are
too many tubes that don’t belong
shall i namE them?
you
feed
me
toothpaste
torpedos
now do You believe mE?
Xallan Dec 2018
Poetry is a food, a fueler, a filler
Of that emptiness we hope to resolve
Words are a chemistry, a balance, an equation
For nutrition of our nonexisting soul
Words- we take, we bake, we fill
Ourselves too full, we are gluttons
Sticky letters dissolve to
Nonsense,  and hang off our tongue,
Always dripping, never falling
I began this movement, this culinary labratory
Where we mix chemicals together to
Create two-dimensional poisons of ecstacy
Lost in our minds, on our lips, savoring
Every drop-
Emmanuella Nov 2018
The scientist moved from table to table, beaker to beaker. She adjusted her goggles on her nose and sniffed, turning a vial on its head, tipping its content into another.
She stood back and with frantic, excited gleams playing in her eyes observed the mixture fizz, fizzle, pop, sizzle and flow over.
She hmmed and this is where I stepped in, asking her, what it is she was doing. What experiment was she carrying out? What question she was attempting to answer.

She, beginning an attempt anew, picked up a vial containing a sweet-scented liquid and stepped up to her table again.
“I’m trying to see...dear. I’m trying to see...”
“See what?”
“The balance. What is the right amount...” She breathed this last sentence under her breath like it was a question more to herself than an answer to me.
“The right amount of what?”
At this, she turned to me.

“Of Love.” She said.
“For you either love too much or too little.
Or you either receive too much love or too little love. And in each case, it leaves a dreadful feeling in one's stomach.
This cannot be healthy. It isn’t. So I must find out this equation, solve this puzzle for it is so perplexing.”
She turned back to her vials and beakers, murmuring under her breath all the while. “It is so perplexing...it is so perplexing...”
"And what amount of love will you give, and what amount of love will you receive that does not amount to a dreadful feeling?"
im addicted to you
like cigarettes and nicotine
a flame surviving off chemicals
you make me burn
down to the bud
to the ash
to the wind
then you’re gone.
i've smoked one time, but i get the jist.
gabriela Oct 2018
i look at you and it feels like
i'm playing musical chairs.
the room falls silent
and i fall into you.

it's endless, really.
i kiss you and all i taste is
dopamine. chemical reactions.
i cannot get enough.

the grass is wet.
i look down at our feet
and i want you to stay here for this
brief moment in time.

"yanno," i begin to say.
               "what would i do without ya?
                you're my eyes and ears."
i cover your face so your senses are
devoid of anything but my touch.

you grin widely,
and that is enough.
Nathan Sep 2018
Another hit
Chasing that high
When does it become too much
In the case of some
Not until
They
Are
Six
Feet






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