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#comedown
Pretext, reason — short wire season, Coke cans, cigarettes — lollipop wraps, Numbers, thoughts — sour cola rots, Tailspin, axe — GoPro mount tracks, Sweaty, tight — the frame is in sight! Rag, hat — chilly slippers where I'm at, Almost, take note — reread what I wrote, Struggling, take on, shooting, comedown. Chaos, cheap rug — total arthouse.
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
Tailspin
my mouth hung like an overwhelmed option                                      i swivel at the window facing             and stay out the entire day      in this one gawked position   amazing heat      and an ugg shy of thought                               withdrawn     in a mut of mental paralysis                                by an alcoholic system                                        on a day off the day dunks into the eve before i shift any movement     having sifted the ull                                        i mix a jar of *** and orange juice   in the open fridge door
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Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 5:58 PM UTC
filter feeder
it was early, really early on that cliff. cool air, blue light our new friend had to go (a busy woman in no rush). we rolled a joint for her journey home. our minds were cheeks flushed red and rosy but that was fading now. the sun that had risen just for us swept slowly over the rest of this place. began to wonder if she ever cared at all for her private audience. maybe. but, probably not? get in the car. drive. watch morning commuters swarm the PCH. it all felt a little funny; how this was the world, and the people here are so sad. we giggled. a satirical sort of clarity began to settle. this isn’t really it. is it? no. maybe? well, coffee should help. music was still so beautiful but now i knew that we could be the only ones hearing it this way. i hoped that was not true. pupils shrinking, the world still rolling slowly but, with a sudden edge. oh no. i hope not. maybe? i turned towards the driver’s seat. there, with thick-rimmed sunglasses, those hands holding a freshly lit cigarette out the window, you were; exactly the same.
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Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 10:38 PM UTC
the comedown
a portrait painted in my mind watching you in the living room with another living being i've had ******* comedowns which killed me a bit more, but this comedown off of you in my expectations this room suddenly doesn't make me feel like living anymore :')))
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Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
living room portrait
I woke up on the floor From a party the night before Feeling like a train wreck, looking like a mess Trying to piece together last night’s events But my memory’s **** & my fishnet tee is missing So I roll up a cig, grab my coat and leave I’m losing count on how many times I do this routine Walking down the street Going through the texts I sent when you were asleep Telling you what drugs I’ve been on What I genuinely think, I know I’m a nihilist But I know I can also change in your company It’s funny how the heart speaks When ******* & MDMA is in the bloodstreams Finally, I’m home My mental state is melting like a Dali painting So I crawl into bed for a good rest Letting my body dissociate at the sight of 2PM Some people say this is a waste of a day But I didn’t think about that yesterday Now I scream **** MY LIFE” loudly from the inside
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
FML
Swimming with stars, a cosmic stream Saturn’s no longer a distant dream Titan in one hand, the other waving to Ganymede Ideas are rushing and fluttering Like dandelion seeds in the wind, they’re slippering Melodic strings then crashing drums A chaotic orchestra, now here they come... Melting shadowy figures from the dead Delusions from the collapsed parts of my head
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
They're coming
I know that I don’t matter, Live life like I’m unfazed, I hear the constant chatter, Echoing and I am crazed, Invisibility has been my shelter, But now it pulls me away, These feelings begin to swelter, This time I wanted to stay.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
the comedown
I sit here and wonder if you're reading this- If curiousity overcame you again recently, or not. Its that time Where im too exhausted to sleep And all there is, is the music And I wonder if you're reading this- Will you have been part of this moment? Whenever for you this moment might be. Connected now, I feel it through- You infinitely odd ball - creature Thank you for all you normally do- I acknowledge it through this poem's feature: So of my art unto, I will become the teacher to share with you creations new as haines floats from the speaker.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
Austin
Loud noises. Bright colours. Rush and gush of comers and goers. The western world is a bit too much for me today. Because last night, I saw the stars through shaky eyes, felt the cold air against my numb face and told a stranger what you mean to me. I sat on the water’s edge for hours, my bare feet hanging off the side. I saw the stars. I saw your eyes. And felt ******* great.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
I saw the stars
I crave a different state of mind, Make me more honest, make me connect with people make me more open, smart and kind. I don't crave the come down, Make me feel tired, make me sleep but have bad dreams, make me feel distant, make my body ache and head pound. So when the money comes around like it always does I'm constantly torn between up and down, a battle of is, isn't and was.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
This Is Why I'm Broke
They called it the shallow graves, the place where death plays Spin the broken needle. it snows in July under here. Under the bridge they huddle in their cardboard palaces , psychedelic moments followed by the falling in to oblivions grasp. They slept in their depthless tombs, blankets hiding that moment Of alone time where that last hit was the one that hit home. I watch as so many lives that once were, are now gone, this Place of broken syringes and dreams. Sleeping in hollow mounds.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Sleeping In Shallow Graves
It was a sensation like no other Wide eyes and a beating heart I felt complete, faultless Although I was cold This feeling kept me warm Sister took a nail full Of the white rough powder And laid it upon a book The familiar bitter taste Infused my mouth As I licked the pulverulent I was full of conversation But there wasn't much talking For the voices in my head Were very loud As they were reminding me of reality I tried to push it away The feeling that was anticipated But it was strong And my content feeling Slowly began to fade away My stomach dropped As my mouth ran dry Lips chapped and hands shaking Reality had caught me I pulled on my hair And covered my face "Everyone ***** I want to die" The only words I could speak As I scratched at my arms I growled and kicked Like a cat in a brawl Irritation filled my body Anxiety engulfed my mind A world of agony I spoke aloud But to myself About hate and hostility Concerned and panicked When would this hell end? Sister offered me more So this misery could stop But only to began again When I would remember reality When I would remember this suffering I told her I couldn't This unpleasant feeling was torment I needed desistance But that was impossible This discomfort took time For it seemed everlasting At the peak of irritation I just couldn't take it In need of something to abolish This feeling of affliction Only one thing could help It's pure white consistency Glimmered in the light I reached for the straw As sister laid the powder Atop a book It really carries it's name well For this heroine saved me From the long excruciating trip That laid before me I praise this beautiful drug And all of its glory It has cured my suffering For I feel indebted to it Although me and heroine May only stay friends Considering anything more Would keep me stuck at her side Forever
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
Comedown
It was a sensation like no other Wide eyes and a beating heart I felt complete, faultless Although I was cold This feeling kept me warm Sister took a nail full Of the white rough powder And laid it upon a book The familiar bitter taste Infused my mouth As I licked the pulverulent I was full of conversation But there wasn't much talking For the voices in my head Were very loud As they were reminding me of reality I tried to push it away The feeling that was anticipated But it was strong And my content feeling Slowly began to fade away My stomach dropped As my mouth ran dry Lips chapped and hands shaking Reality had caught me I pulled on my hair And covered my face "Everyone ***** I want to die" The only words I could speak As I scratched at my arms I growled and kicked Like a cat in a brawl Irritation filled my body Anxiety engulfed my mind A world of agony I spoke aloud But to myself About hate and hostility Concerned and panicked When would this hell end? Sister offered me more So this misery could stop But only to began again When I would remember reality When I would remember this suffering I told her I couldn't This unpleasant feeling was torment I needed desistance But that was impossible This discomfort took time For it seemed everlasting At the peak of irritation I just couldn't take it In need of something to abolish This feeling of affliction Only one thing could help It's pure white consistency Glimmered in the light I reached for the straw As sister laid the powder Atop a book It really carries it's name well For this heroine saved me From the long excruciating trip That laid before me I praise this beautiful drug And all of its glory It has cured my suffering For I feel indebted to it Although me and heroine May only stay friends Considering anything more Would keep me stuck at her side Forever
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You're the drug that I can't have enough off The drug that it never seems to be enough time And the comedown hurts so bad, Like its the same as having a thousand knives Yeah, yeah. I'll get through. I always do. I only hope I can forget I ever met you.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Chemicals
I feel my heart caved into my chest My stomach empty and rumbling My cheeks sunken into my teeth Chapped lips Tired eyes The feeling of needles into my spine I can feel the blood rush through my veins to my finger tips It was the worst comedown ever
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
The Comedown