#druggy
Arms flowing like ribbons swirling
As that cig goes up to the mouth
For another drag, again and again.
Head pounding, heart sounding
And in the eyes the colors reach for you.
Pink, yellow, purple, orange, fire spinning swirls
Like a mist embracing as you're spiraling.
There's a heartbeat in the ears
And a voice in the hands
And a mosaic going through the blood.
Then the silver puffs floating up
And it makes the most beautiful pattern.
It'll twirl around with the colors wrapping around you.
Then you can look down at the flame between index and middle,
The brightest color in the neon tornado.
The flame sings with silver too, but not as much as you.
The flame dwindles and flickers till it's gone
So the pocket brings the fire sparker
Along with flame #2 minus the flame.
Spark the chalk piece and colors come back alive.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
Love, what sweet despair
and what mournful joy
Is love, having a wife
To hold at night
To kiss after work
or
Is love, changing the lonely shower
into the ********** hour
To hold at night
To make love with after work;
Though:
Is love, the poison of our hearts
and the fuel of despair
To cry at night
To drink after work
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
What is it that I turn to thee
What hold you have on my whole being
I write I take a hit of smack and then I write and don't look back
The truth comes out I sensor not
And it will end far sooner than I thought.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
They drugged me to remove depression
Now i'm a druggy just to feel it again
I'll get down just to have direction
I don't know how to deal with being empty
I left her because i didnt feel a thing
When i left i didnt feel a thing
I ****** around and never missed a beat
My heart pounds on like it wasn't ment to be
Nobody understands when i tell the truth
Nobody knows when i tell a lie
I dance with the devil because i don't value life
When people question they don't get why
These thoughts in my mind make it hard to think
So i try to laugh to take away the pain
People always left red in the face
Comedy comes from the darkest place
I don't want to be alive
I don't care if i'm dead
But i find it very hard to die
Without a gun to my head
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC