#prescription
I entered, chest heavy with shadows,
the scent of sterility clinging to air.
He traced my ribs with knowing fingers,
his ear pressed to the thunder within.
A gentle laugh bloomed between us;
"Yours is no malady of the flesh.
It is the ache of absence,
the hollow carved by yearning’s hand."
He slipped me a cure in trembling ink:
"One spoon of her Saliva at dawn,
her kiss dissolved in twilight’s still,
no substitutes to tame such ache."
I left, carrying no medicine in pockets,
only the weight of his mortal truth
she is both the wound and the salve.
Note:
Some illnesses are sent by fate, and some by beautiful women.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
I have undergone no medical treatment
I am crushed by guilt for simply seeing
My uppermost ribs sing a song
Of immediate doom
To a slow death
She has taken medical prescription
To alleviate the symptoms
Of a chemical imbalance
An overload of concern and not enough reason
Torrents of initiative with no means to begin
Too many thoughts and a lack of vowels
An excess of syllables and not enough treason
He wakes into alarm
To walk straight through hell
Is that not what this is? The Devil’s layer?
I do in fact tell you
Hell is on earth
His wife prepares him for the trek
Through fluorescent threads of fiery sienna
This Devil toys with you
As if you were bought with money
A shiny relic of a body
Which has undergone trial reaping no reward
A paper doll to be crumpled with request
To the ruins of insurance
He well knows
Your worth was sealed with blood
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:25 PM UTC
So much energy is spent attempting to explain the nature of depression.
Anxiety and anger can negatively affect family members. The outcome is a dysfunctional relationship.
We can’t thrive tiptoeing around these problems.
The solution is simple.
You are what you eat. An intermittent fasting diet consisting of only meat, dairy and vegetables.
Long walks, leave your device behind.
I guarantee you, your depression will go away within weeks and never return, when you change your lifestyle.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC
She is a medicine that I must take in small doses.
A prescription that I've hated the taste of since I started it years ago.
I can't stop taking it now, we've gone so far together,
And I don't want to cause any issues.
If I take my medicine more often than usual,
She will give me stomach aches.
I hate the taste of my medicine,
But if I take it every once in a while, it's tolerable, and I don't mind it.
Then I think about the fact that I'm taking medicine,
And my body aches once more.
If I don't take it, I'm full of guilt.
If I do take it, I'm full of pain.
She is a prescription that will pain me forever
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
Prescription for soul
to radiate inner peace
is to share loves light
Prescription for soul
to experience grand love
is to look into heart
to in breathe deeply
to go where no soul has gone
celebration time
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
Lights haven’t looked like this
Since I was in my teens
Messing around with my hood rat friends
*** and amphetamines
I took a handful of Blue Dolphins
That were thirteen bucks a pop
If we bought ‘em in bulk, I guess
As we did more often than not
Or maybe a few of the triple stacks
Red something-or-others, I think
They didn’t work on me this time around
‘Cause I threw ‘em up in the sink
Now I am in my thirties
And my scripts **** with my brain
I know I am speeding my ***** off
But at least I feel like old times again
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
Holding the prescription
She asked me
"Don't I have right to live more?"
With the adverse face
And the tired eyes
Through thick and thin
Weakening defenses
To feed the spirit
Hold on
Her skin have seen the past
Long live.....your hope for survival
Even though life was complex
She'll seek
What she deserves
Simple
It will be
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Prescribed drugs
Sipped with liquor
A lethal cocktail
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Warning: side effects may include: Dizziness. Lack of sleep. Nausea. Butterflies. Lack of speech. Daydreams. Irresistible urge for closeness. Tingles in fingers and toes. Intense need of eye contact. Dryness of the mouth. Feelings of addiction. Heart pains. Lung shrinking. Love. Love love love love love love love.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
you said its what you needed.
what the doctor had ordered.
picked it up from the pharmacy.
it would ease the discomfort,
aches, pains, soreness,
and finally you would
feel yourself again.
after all the years of suffering,
you could finally love me right.
but i don't recall doctors prescribing
whiskey in a prescription bottle.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
I'm addicted to this medicine, quetiapine and cynicism.
My doctor told me i'll never sleep again.
I might as well be taking ****** I made my bed again.
You see i've got this disease but these pills will make me real again. Paranoia with no cease to end. Anxiety around your friends. An emotion that others pretend to comprehend. It's on this drug I must depend my doctor said. For that plant you smoke ruins your brain, i'm sure that it was dope that drove you insane.
And I say to what end. He laughs then shows me my graph and points out a trend. You did this to yourself, a destructive state of health, now take this pill and get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day for you'll meet your true self.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
she recounts her life with the lovers she's had,
reliving adoration as she counts them off on her fingers
she showcases their best qualities
I cannot upstage her
I recount my life with prescription bottles
plastic and pharmacies
the time I swallowed all I had because I wanted to be happy
while she recounts, I relapse
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Swallowing pills
again
&
again
Trying my best to get high again on the feeling, drugging myself up to remember the feeling of your lips, your warm touch, and inhale your deodorant, that succulent scent.
I want to be sleepless, and think in the night. And be happy, or sad, either one works
But I guess I just want to remember I’m alive
Happy,
Sad,
Nostalgia that drains me, happy memories turning into sour nightly thoughts.
I think of the dark night sky, and I thought there was once stars in your eyes, yes, maybe.
You made me higher than I’d ever been, and I miss you my dear dear happy pill
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I was prescribed
hot chocolate
by a woman who let me
cry in her chair
on two occasions.
On bad days
I make myself have a hot chocolate
not because they’re particularly my favourite drink,
but because having this hot cup of
sugar
makes me feel like I’m doing something
to comfort myself
when I don’t know what else to do.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
Hydrocodone®
Lipitor®
Zithromax®
Zocor®
Zoloft®
Prozac®
Ambien®
Fosamax®
Coumadin®
Klonopin®
Neurontin®
Naproxen®
Simvastatin
Albuterol
Glucophage
Metoprolol
I am hurting
on my knees
Can't afford
any of these!
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Pills to make your mind feel stable
Pills to do what you aren't able
Pills to make you fall asleep
Pills to keep what you can't keep
Little round chalk colored pill
I swallow you to make me still
Little round unimposing pill
Where did you learn such a skill
Pills for you on the table
Pills to make you feel stable
Pills to keep what you aren't able
Pills with your name on the label
I swallow you one at a time
When I swallow you I swallow my mind
When I swallow you I will not find
any kind of thought to bind
Pills to make you feel stable
Pills because you aren't able
Pills right there on your table
To hoist you high upon a cable
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
Lost in an ocean of oblivion
No punctuation
да, нет, что ебать
Sawdmkidroffglibwdble
Words are worms that crawl
Beneath my hands scrawl
Meaning found in places
Aces and empty spaces
You can't begin to envision
My illusions the manipulation
Built on intricate delusions
Could I be awake in sleep
Awake in my sweet
Hallucinations
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
Give me something to be deprived from
I will take it anyway
If there are no rules that I can follow
I will break them anyway
Whoever said it's simple
Never tried to LIVE a day.
No truth can be prescribed through
HATE.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
Foot steps
Bound together
In a human race
Stimulated,
Hunger for change
Heralds heaven
Muscle relaxed
A survivor
Aroma of addiction
Asked,”how far did you played?”
Now, running level two
Viciously described
Get me a Steroid
From those with healing hands
Withdrawal symptoms
Flooding all systems
Begins a new world within
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
Under
The rule of law
With a great smile
She plays mathematical game.
Sometime,
Adding,
Subtracting,
Multiplying,
Dividing,
Switching
But rarely,
Stopping
On query, she replied
“You are getting pill for”,
Pain
Sleep
Wake up
Dream
Breathe
Smile
Forget, and to
Live
Disclosure
My only drug dealer
My Doctor.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
Perscription addiction
It will keep me sane
A twist of the bottle
A change in my name
Perscription addiction
They said it would help
Perscription addiction
I cry out for help
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
The grip on my disposable razor
Is tighter than the grip of my own reality.
Reflection distorted by the humid condensation,
I still see my hands trembling as I shave.
I still see the designer bags under my eyes.
The familiar aroma of shaving cream,
Paired with the sobering twinge
Of the nicks from my razor.
The haphazardly spilled pills,
Horizontal bottles in the medicine cabinet.
White-knuckling the porcelain sink,
Decorated with dried toothpaste and the blood of my gums.
I reflect to my reflection
Distorted by drip drops of tap water,
“Am I still myself?
Or simply a prospect of my own delusion?”
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC