#narcotic
Once I'm no longer awake
I'm put into dire straits
by my mind state
lying to make
me crying great
until I find a gate
to my one true fate.
My mind puts me in high and hung spots
with murderous guys and subplots
or both my eyes forming blood clots
the maze of my mind must get unclogged
leading me towards the one solve
retreating to what I know best
retreating to drugs
I come down off the eagle's nest
and onto the rug
where I crawl like a slug
from the high flying bugs
who want to eat my insides
and only exist in mind.
My brain gives me visions
of the **** I used to live in
making me want to give in
to the syringe's incisions
trapped on a crashing plane
I find a needle
to silence my thrashing brain
I stab the steel
screaming this isn't real
but that's just how it feels
after countless drug deals
it's all my brain reveals.
My mind gives me an option:
to face it
or to run
I can't embrace it
like it's the sun
and I'm the one
Gatling gun
spinning spun
until the chore is done
and the war is won
so I can score my dub
and get nightmare numb.
Once I find bliss sedated
the terror will have dissipated
but when I awake this is hated
bringing back the mist that faded
and all the chaos it created.
I wake up in a cold sweat
ready to face the day
I don't know how cold it gets
but I bet it's here to stay.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
all of this
is addled
all of this is tamed
behind clothed eyes...
Persists a sable seascape
flotsam is cerebrum
vast
a featureless osmotic cathedral
distant of all
a sense deposed vault
of the heavens muggy other
I am formation
the information
and I am blip within
a wink
Attention!
notice from the euphoria
a gloss eye like obsidian
perched
alter praised pedestal
lustcheivous spire
with a height for a sky burial
limpetted with devilish bloats
fractured
then it actions
lighthouse blinks ;
warm claps of welcome dishonesty
drum pats
of a restorative oblivion
escalate
in the other place
my bodies face
plates a smile
my body
a slack slap of meat
on a ***** clothes heap
my bodies head
the vices lapsed child
back in the gourdular cavern the bloats loosen
and slip down spire into the sable conducting liquid
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
Her saturate beauty
in violet black light.
The narcotic consent
some Saturday plight.
Colours are bleeding
a vivid dream night.
Lysergic Acid Diethylamide,
Right?
A sleep pattern paisley
purple and green.
Faceless adversaries
heard, yet unseen.
A motionless panic,
unable to run.
Contorted, curled fingers,
now, isn't this fun.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
while luxuriating in the boughs aching
to imbibe solar raiment golden this summer like
february twenty first two thousand and eighteen
when old man took a mandatory brake
from mister sun spilling forth
unseasonably balmy temperatures
equated from this human drake
swallowed hard taking
respite delighting, holistically
lolling (nar gagging) obliviously par
taking paradise magical optical pulsations,
a desperate need to succor dehydration
that found me relinquishing
a coveted reading nook and cranny,
this explanation not "FAKE"
excuse withholding appeasing,
an unrelenting paroxysm
watering parched palette
**** ceded to abend
imagination immersion
linkedin radiant nirvana basking (like a robin)
while feeling spell bound by this warm weather
unseasonably tropic teaser came to an end
drew the analogy how indomitable
joie de vivre kneading love intend
ding, sans partaking draught found wealth
between bounded pages doth mend
moe so than any medication
(akin to placing a wager sparring rivals)
desire for on par,
when body needs replenishment of fluids
thus...deferring self
for healthy pleasant liquid to slake
in an effort to curtail parched mouth
felt as if being scraped
by a lab bot tummy sized rake
thence entire corporeal being
didst shimmy and shake
analogous within mine
so many dozen square feet parameters
thee earth didst quake.
thence upon gulping sweet pineapple juice
(to evade dole drums)
a poem yours truly decided to make.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
Addiction.
It's a filthy word that taints your tongue.
I'm not a normal addict.
I'm not addicted to beer, or to regular drugs.
The only drug that fulfils my desires.
Is you.
You are my drug.
You fill my head with morphine.
You take away my pain.
But when I wake up in the morning I feel sick.
I take you every night.
You've helped me in ways you don't even know about.
Even though I can't swallow you whole.
I can break you and take you piece by piece.
No matter how I devour you.
You always help me.
I taste the bitterness on my tongue.
But a cool sensation spreads to my head.
Being in love is a powerful thing.
Addictive?
Yes.
But you?
You're a chemical.
You make up my bright side.
You make up my best days.
You make me feel numb when I bleed.
I was never one for drugs.
But when it comes to love.
I dove in head first.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
The barrier of poison and ****
You're better than us
A metal chassis of rust
Anonymous.
This and that and jist and just
An abyss full of fuss
No love or lust
Anonymous.
Cease to speak or discuss
A might or a must
The empty pie crust
Anonymous.
Preference to throw or ******
Detest and disgust
To cry or get crushed
Anonymous.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
I have never met a woman quite like You
That made the story of how;
"Eve was created from Adam's rib"
Make sense to its every minutiae
That I actually do am seeing, and feeling me
When You Are with Me
Though You are more, and more.
And the word Perilous is carved on You
And the word Addictive is imprinted on You.
******* is your lips I would consume everyday
Chronic is your scent I need to breathe everyday
And your love is the crystalline acid,
The only substance I crave for.
To run in my blood,
Pump in
And to my heart.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
My Muse had a strange concept,
Aussies could spread Test cricket,
Global peace from this precept,
Middle East with a new diversion,
Test Cricket's mesmerising stupefaction,
No shots daily, narcotic absorption,
"Resume hostilities at the end of the next over..."
They'll say, "New bowler's called Grover.
We'll see if he bowls a maiden over."
Large LED screens on constant display,
Test Cricket, Ashes every day,
Hours sitting in the hot sun, that's the way,
That's why there's Peace in Australia,
Without Test Cricket, Peace is a failure!
Yes, Aussies could preach Test Cricket,
My muse and its weird concepts!
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
it is 9:24
and the
insecurities of you haunt me
like gray skied-snowflakes
I wish I could crush them
in my yellow-white teeth
till they are powdery
turned into a powerless narcotic
diet soda tastes sweeter
than regular
spilling onto the seat of the car
I ordered it anyway
it's raining and there are
diet coke kisses on my
tongue
cloudy raindrops on
my forehead
dandelions in
my eyes
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
I must simply be doing something wrong,
For if I'm worried where my track will end,
Surely that means I don't trust myself one bit.
Sure, I've haulted my existence to grab a taste of recklessness
But how far will the road take me,
Until I'm breathless?
Lying in roads ****** off greens
Jumping in cars without gasoline
I've become the very thing my mother tried to keep me from being.
I want to stop from this parade of self destruction and maybe get my life together
But that too is hard to do
When all you do all day is drink, smoke, and waste away.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Headstrong, yet bitten by the snake of narcotic charm...
As the venom flows, your dreams slowly begin to die
The goals, the passions, the visions begin to change
The personalty of the passionate man turns to selfishness
The confidence turns to self pity from the demon within
What was, what is and what will be, turns to nothing
The morals turn to lies, the caring turns to taking
This narcotic charm transfers itself to a necrotic death
Your family, your friends, your love, have slowly given up
You've hit rock bottom and still look for the snake's charm
It has been your pet for so long and you can't let it go
Your only have two choices, to slither in it's hole and die
The second is the most important decision of your life
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC