"alprazolam" poems
Break down the mirror, and break me down
brains in my hair and teeth at my wrists,
she said fourteen caps of alprazolam gave her all she needed
she needs a new world, a new earth, a new ruler, that's what she needed-
I told you it wasn't meant to be this way, i was meant to be the prettiest
but girls with thickened veins and thickened wrists are destined for the bridge edge
My silver smiler body double told me to cut out the poison in my veins
and guess what I did it I did it I did it again
tell them your name, dysmorphia, tell them all what you think of me -
start the car and run me over, honey.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
For William and Meredith
For treatment of panic and anxiety disorders,
short-acting anxiolytics are generally recommended
to provide temporary bursts of clarity
but should be reassessed periodically for
usefulness and concerns regarding tolerance,
dependence,
and abuse.
Xanax releases dopamine into the brain
to function as a neurotransmitter to send signals
between nerve cells
including reward motivated behavior
and pathways known to reinforce addictive neuronal activity
Perhaps to build her,
you had to break yourself
amongst the glass of that summer day.
Leave her waiting for your hair to peek
around a weathered edge
toward a forgotten living room corner
You are still her Patron Saint.
A long shadow cast across a small ghost.
She still screams at the sky to stop raining
beats her fists down the path
to the house of death
unceasing, and changeless.
Prodding a dull,
familiar
wound.
One that leaves its mark,
with pain felt more
from memory
than from anything else.
Withdrawal and rebound symptoms commonly occur and
necessitate a gradual reduction
to minimize the effects of discontinuation.
Not all withdrawal effects are evidence
of true dependence or withdrawal.
Recurrence may suggest no more
than the drug having the expected effect
and that,
in the absence of the drug,
the symptom has returned to pretreatment levels.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Klonopin Clonazepam Sintonal Diazepam
Refill my Rivotril Don't spill my Risolid
Alprazolam Bretazenil Bromazepam Lexotanil
Dadumir Olcadil Nobrium Stilny
Halcion Hypnovel Tavor! Tavor! Tavor!
Gimme gamma-aminos but only if they're butyric
With Xanax as my hand ax; Anxiety, This is War!
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
*Clonazepam, Lorazepam, Diazepam, Alprazolam, if you've been acquainted with benzodiazepines,
Then you will know the hassle that I hearby mean.
Names so crazy it's like they fit your mind,
Yet without them they can be so unkind.
Clonazepam, Lorazepam, Diazepam, Alprazolam,
Tiny little pills, oh how you can truly and seriously help me to heal!
Yet, you make us happy as we should be without you to feel,
Because I'd rather remember you as an old friend who was there for a while to keep me "still".
Clonazepam Lorazepam, Diazepam, Alprazolam...
I know it's hard to say goodbye,
So for now I'll just say "goodnight",
And maybe one day I'll see without you-
the true happiness of daylight.*
❥
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
i loved you like a car crash.
i loved you skidding tires
and screeching brakes
and shattered glass.
i loved you three lanes shut down on the freeway.
i loved you cracked palms
and cigarette burns
and shredded skin.
i loved you mouthfuls of smoke
and blood
and prayers.
i loved you holy morning moments
and sips of coffee;
i loved you dopamine
and alprazolam.
i loved you sharp and cold and metal.
i loved you sweaty sunsets in your car
when you read the bruises on my thighs like rorsarch blots
and i traced constellations in your scars.
i loved you broken
because your shards fit so beautifully with mine.
i loved you ragged.
i loved you desperate.
i loved you hurting and wanting and whispering.
i used to wake up screaming every time i dreamed of you,
but these days i just wake up empty
and cold
and aching in the spaces your hands used to fill.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
It’s tiny,
It’s blue,
A circular thing,
Slip it down your throat,
And somehow happiness it brings
Imprints on both sides,
Tells you what it is,
Where it’s from, what it does, and that it’s not for kids.
Does is make you joyful?
Or just make you numb?
You don’t care, it helps,
And you’re too **** young,
To feel these things,
To walk these roads,
To lie through your teeth to clean another's ***** nose.
But no, it’s not like that,
They say it’s not your fault,
Something switched inside your head when you took that fall.
You’re not yourself,
You don’t know why,
Maybe it’s the meds,
Maybe it’s the time.
But don’t fool yourself,
You gotta give it up,
You gotta get your feelings back so you’re not just numb.
You could stop today,
Just throw it away,
But you know it’ll help tomorrow,
Like it did today.
You could slowly stop,
Keep lowering in halves,
But you’re afraid the end of that will bring the nightmare back.
You want to blame yourself,
You always do,
They say it’s not your fault,
It just happened to you.
But they don’t know what it’s like,
Waking up everyday,
Scared, Panic, feeling insane.
Until that little blue circle,
Flips some switch in your brain.
So you’ll continue the path,
Cause numb is better than dark,
Nervous, depressed, not a flame just a spark.
And who knows when,
But the day will come,
When you’ll have to put up a fight,
Against the little blue one.
No prize for the winner,
No trophy,
No fame,
Only life as it should be,
How you should remain.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 1:14 PM UTC
God ******* ******
Why can't I understand,
I'm flying this plane and can't land it,
After 23 years I thought I'd know how to be a man
My brain is in a wash bucket filled with soap that's clouding up my mind,
Okay, I give.. help, I've lost it, it flew out the window, I'm in a bit of a bind..
Alprazolam
Clonazepram
Diazepam
Lorazepam
Oxazepam
Chlordiazepoxide
Oh my god now I'm afraid of Z's
What happend to you? What caused these?
Those scars on my face or the hole in my heart?
Both
Well **** if I knew I wouldn't be talking to you.
What are you even scared of?
Currently I'm terrified of being afraid,
Like its going to hit me under my feet, numb
It's dumb, its stupid, so I'll just pick apart my heart with pliers, convince myself that the thoughts in my brain are liars,
Drip now blood and dry before you hit the floor.
mind keeps spinning as my heart sinks in these worries build in a hurry and my heart empties from the pliers, I don't think I can handle the emptiness anymore, who do I ask for help? Where do I go?? Who can keep me from these z's so I can catch up with mine?
I'm so tired..I'm afraid ..
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC