#dealer
He sits low,
But he rides high.
Their heads turn
When he drives by.
He won't stop
Unless you're trying
To buy,
The Man with the silver rings.
When he gets a call,
He'll drive to your house,
"Whatever you need,
A gram to an ounce,
It takes a bit longer,
If you want a pound. "
He'll bring you anything...
The party began
When his backpack arrived;
And when it was emptied,
It withered and died,
It took him one phone call,
To get resupplied,
And back on the scene of things...
The door's always open,
In case he stops by,
With Haze or Rhino
Or Widow or Thai
Sometimes he'll bring presents,
He doesn't supply,
The Man with the silver rings.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
Music Makes Madness
So Much More bearable
Like strangers make lies
So much more wearble
My masks the sober student
Yours is the faithful girlfriend
Right :°[] ?
Stereotypical, I know!
Let's put on a show!
I can be the ****** killer
You can be my arms dealer
I chop and you sell
Later Gator see you in hell
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
Baby blue, stay between the lines.
Honey dew, smoke it up at night.
Cheering them up, the arrogant boy.
Jazz's getting lost in that hazy joy.
You give them what they want
and they give you what you need.
It's not about the cash,
but about notoriety.
Still thinking of you,
from time to time;
your violent sight,
your Dadá wine.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
The new car is a facade,
you can see it in his smirk;
there's a black tar soul
under its white bodywork.
He sells his demons
under a snowy form,
he finds his peace
on a green heavy storm.
No one has ever
know him very well
but they know
he's related to a cartel.
He has lots of fun,
too may things he enjoys,
not realizing
he's the devil's toy.
But I think he's the evil,
as cruel as can be.
He preaches his word
of magnetic philosophy.
You're cough just for fun.
Glowing sparks in aquamarine.
Comfy sea-scent room,
you wish to stay in.
You get a sugar rush
every time you see him.
Waiting for his company,
not the best way of being free.
You sit there beside him,
pretend to rely.
He offers you something,
you don't have to pay.
Tho his soft touch
turns your skin into concrete
you find yourself at his door
dying to repeat.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
I told her I needed a fix and my dealer mumbled a couple words and then ignored me.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
Dabble baby,
I'm your supply,
You'll never know a guy who will get you
Quite this high.
Smoke Me,
Drink me,
Snort me too.
Slip me onto your tongue,
Under the sun,
You'll trip, it's true.
The longer you use me
The more you'll see
No one's abused the supply
Quite like me
I'm dead and cold and dark and blue
I've sold my soul for a fix you know it's true
So now nothing makes me happier
Then poisoning your mind,
Don't stay in my life too long baby
I'm just a fix, you'll find
For all the broken things inside you
You know you'll never fix
I'm just the duck tape
To stop you loosing your mind
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
His kisses are my drugs
He is my dealer
The last time I had my drug was two weeks ago
And I’m addicted
I need it
I can’t think straight without it
How am I supposed to get my drug without my dealer?
He says he doesn’t know if he wants me
But I need him
He keeps me sane
He gives me a high that no one else can
His kisses are my drug
And I’m about to go through major withdrawal without it
without him
~J.O
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
Sitting along the curb
Sun shining bright
I await for my drug delivery
Wondering why
It's taking so long
Oh right
They're on Tweaker time
Texting my guy
Asking how much longer
I'll have to wait
The sun is bright
It's heat getting to me
Thinking to myself
Ill be late to work
***** getting ready
I'll pack a bowl
Light it up
Only 2 hits
Then I better get ready
Phone buzzes
My guy explains
He's sent another
To do this deliver
I don't ask why
Or who it is
Just for him to get to me soon
Pace back and forth
Along the curb
Stressing
I'll be late to work
Why's this guy taking so long
I hear the car
Look up fron the ground
Finally this dude has arrived
But to my suprise
It's you inside
Frozen
Thinking is it really you
Unsure
How could this be
It's been a month since I last saw you
I question why
You're the delivery guy
Call you an ***
For not hitting me back up
I ask for the dope
Give you the money
Step out the car
Not saying a word
My hearts filled of hurt
I rush back inside
Text my guy why
He replies why it's a problem
I explain
We spoke about the situation
That delivery guy
He's not just anyone
I didn't want him to know
I've been using dope
Plus he's the reason why
I do more than I can handle
To void the memories
To void the thoughts
Of everything we once were
It's not fair at all
One month passed by
No replies from you
But Instead
I see you
To my suprise
As the new delivery guy
Of this dope
I don't want it anymore
But I must not cry
And must not think
Pack a quick bowl
Light the flame
Watch the smoke fill
Inhaling and twirling
Exhale, cool
What was it that made me so sad ?
Smile curl
Phone buzzing
Let's go to work
Rush everything
I'm ready to pretend
Like nothings ever wrong
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
Cuts on my arms
And a pipe in your hand
...
Which, is worse?
My depression
or
your addiction.
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You have a KID!
Oh, and I'm just a kid...
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You give ME ****
About MY scars;
While you're doing
**** in the next room?
...
Phew,
And I thought I was ready to die...
But you've thrown your ******* life away.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
You're my drug fueled fantasy
And all i want is you to dance with me
I'm never coming down
Rather overdose than have a peak
Will you intravenously love me for the right price?
I need your high tonight.
And i just might do anything to feel your bite
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
You've stacked the deck in your favor,
but if even one card shifts
the entire house comes crashing down.
Hitting as the dealer holds
you've folded, revealing your hand.
What a Joker you've become!
The bluff has fallen on deaf ears.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
**** *** Am iDoing
Making This Worse For My Self
iJust Begun
And Re Picked Up
This iS Were iT Starts.
Should Begin To Worry
iTs Way To Early!
Already On A Thin Line The Last Chapter iN My Life
till My Death Story.
iM Killing Me Slowly
By Taking This Substance.
My Times Ticking
My Hearts Beating
As iContinue To Use
More Like Abuse.
iCant Just Take
1 Line Or Smoke 1 Bowl
And Save The Rest.
iGo All About And Have To Do Every Last Bit.
Then iGo On Again To Finding A Way To Get More Of it
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
here's the price for playin with fire
I'm the dealer you're the buyer
one way ticket to hell
i sense your eagerness, i know it well
STOPPIN FOR PASSENGERS
get some rush thru your vein
here i am to step up the game
okay sit back relax
check your arms .. their full of tracks
moving on to your femoral vein
a 5 mill needle gonna rush your brain
watch out for the DVT
the NHS amputate for free
sit back and enjoy the ride
you're about to lose all your pride
you just handed it to me
i ain't finished yet ... you will see
here i am to make you hurt
as I grind your life into the dirt
(C) MANDY RIGBY 23.06.214
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC