"asprin" poems
I want to be a hippie but my
mum says no, she says i smell to clean
an short hair as a hippie just doesnt go.
I want to be a hippie but my dad
says no as the only drug i take is
asprin and son asprin is a drug a
hippie just cant smoke.
A hippie loves peace and the thought
of love, you build war machines so death
isnt for hippies and you think
love is a joke.
So my son you dont drink you
dont smoke or do any kind of drug, you
have short hair so a hippie you'll
never be so no means no.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
To walk a thousand miles
To take a thousand steps
First you have to be born and take your first breathe
No praise just don't scream
Directly at me at a thousand different octaves
Please see the id that requires asprin to aspire a better passion
To alleviate the headache
To know true love
Is to experience 1000 heartbeats
In 1000 situations
All at once
Few can only hope to feel that
What can feel right
And what can't be struck 1000 times
Three times the life with 333 in mind
Minus the 6 that didn't count
Plus the 12 that really mattered
And take off the 5 that will be forgotten
Maybe the rich one
Or one of the slums bums
Can question this one time
Of an aspiring poet
To write 1000 lines
But still they mean nothing
Nonetheless something
Will still push
5 by 20 incidents in a infants eyes
That will eventually happen 10 more times
And If you accept the challenge
You have a 1000 tries to win
This is the last for the time being
1000 and done
To the last poem
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
the morning after always hurts the worst
hazy brain
summersault stomach
and where in the hell is my car
i want a pizza
or two
it was nice to see you
i've missed your smile
and condensed stare
and the shape that your lips make while you confess your love to the beer bottle's neck
that explains the jameson
and all the beers at the bar
the beer bongs at the after party
and why i could stomach the strippers
it was all you
so nice to see you
why do i always feel guilty when the sun comes up
no one got a black eye
i didn't grab the mic
and my clothes stayed on until i was safely home
although
the cab driver may have caught a glance
to think
i'm "all grown up"
i'm not at all sorry
not for the whiskey gut
or the fire i'll throw up
or the kisses that i didn't plant along your collar
i'm still the same floral-print ship-wreck at the bottom of the bottle
my mother once said that the only people worth clinging to
are those who see all of your greatness outweighing your flaws
you still see the holes in my tights
and my falling hem line
not the honey sweet legs they shape
or the hips and thighs that the denim hides
i'll be just fine as the german genie in the bottle of irish whiskey
witty
and slack-jawed
and ready to kiss the lips off the face of the clock
and two shots away from dancing with the cops
i look great in hand-cuffs
i'll whistle the whole way to jail
small victories weigh the most
and right now
i feel like muhammed ali
thanks, babe
here's two asprin that glow better than your eyes
and they're mine
waiting to chase away the pain that came up with the sun
here's to endings that aren't a safe bet
here's to sleeping alone
here's to new mistakes
just waiting to happen
water never tasted so good to me
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
unwrap my ribs. carefully,
like a present you've been waiting for
since october.
smooth out the wrinkles
along my forehead, sip
the lines from my palms.
write letters to constellations
along my marked calves, and
stain my upraised mouth with
new words that don't
belong to me. sketch
characters inside my
elbows and draw their faces
down my stomach.
take a microscope to the pores
between my vertebrae, set
original sentiments and
grow them carefully. look through
my corneas like window-panes
shattered by heat from
a church fire. clean
the bridge of my nose of
headaches and bottles and bottles
of asprin, vicodin and something
nameless and strong.
snap my tibiae over your knee,
assemble a tired face,
put it over a mask, tie the
words to my lips and send
me out into the world a refreshed,
taken individual.
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
Bees nest chucked into a limousine
OCD's introduced to the filth and strobe lighting
I used to be a good kid.
But the suburbs got me.
Stripped away my hope, my individuality
crammed me into a high school
with 45 blacks,
20 Asians
and only about... 3,000 white run-of-the-mill
Shaler-Bubble kids
(All of whom thought, by the way, that being Catholic
was exotic) ,
and made to eat the **** of nothing to do.
It came out in nightmares
their bad behavior
that I stood for
touched and beaten by boys
I bared it
ostracized and devoured
last year I came into my stride
but do you have PTSD?
Can you look into the eyes of another man
without wondering how to **** him?
Do you want to hurt the people you love
because you fear,
no, you know,
they will **** you?
A whirl wind of insanity.
What was precarious
was pushed.
No ma'am,
the suburbs got me,
and I'm a burn out by the road
fingers dripping with paint and my own blood
and smudged with ink
I'll drink in your pity
whiskey on my mind
thank you
pass another flask of it
no drug makes me feel alive quite like asprin
maybe love, I guess
don't know how I got that, ma'am
the suburbs got me
maybe I can get out.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
It is so hard to swallow pills whole
they fight you at every effort
and when the day comes that you have swallowed too many,
your tongue will try and push them out
begging you
to please stop,
to live with the headache, the stomach ache, the pulled muscles and joint pain.
Refusing to be sixty at seventeen, you ignore it
and force yourself to swallow.
Anything to stay loose
and to stop the pounding in my head.
Stomach ulcers, blood clots
Doctors say I'm a hypochondriac
I know that I am
but the pills help
they do
all the asprin and ibuprophin
I think my body is half Clariton
Reverse bulimia
I make myself swallow
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
How did we meet,
Was it out there on the crossing paths of the street
Eye contact interrupted by the buzzing of the bees
A bus and trolly wafting a cool breeze through the air towards me
We could never know because it's only a single serving interaction
A single packet of cream on an airplane
A single serving packet of asprin
Something that will never amount to the idea of what my eyes wanted to claim
But in that moment stranded in time, away from everything else
The lock of two strangers eyes can amount to all that I needed to see
To help me know what I alone could be
The anonymity of your life to mine the mystery is what makes it a beautiful lie
Not a lie in the sense of a falsehood
But rather in the sense of placement on a fairway
The geographical landscape of our lives,
In which I can spot you and you can see me
But we remain never to interact
And live on our lives in the vastness of our own the sea of lies
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
You're a cold walk in December when it's snowing and I forgot my coat.
When I'm shaking and shivering running into Walgreens because their heater is on.
You're a brisk wind and a fast paced argument that happens on a Sunday afternoon in church.
You cursed in front of your god for me not believing your beliefs.
You're a Saturday afternoon breakfast because I woke up to late and hungover.
When the food got cold because I couldn't find the asprin and broke down in tears on my kitchen floor.
See you're the reason I fell in love and the reason I drink to much of the hard stuff instead of tea.
But you don't understand that yet, which is why you still watch cartoons Saturday morning, and I cry alone in bed.
You're a cold walk in December when it's snowing....
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
In beautiful waves of
Reds
Old cartoons
Stupid jokes
Laughter ringing in my ear like sunshine
Tangurines
Purples
A mother's hypocracy
A lovely woman, sleeping softly
Rainy Days
Sadness
Bird songs
A beautiful spring dress wore to a morbid event
Greens
The sounds of a young adolecent trying to prove her point
Teals
A child's stubborn nature
Black
The nostalgia comes
To a weary heart
And suddenly I need an asprin
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
"Tell me about your family."
Before I tell you about my family I must warn you.
My family story isn't a happy one
It's not a story full of Christmas cards and family game nights.
It's not picturesque. It's not a story of smiles and laughter.
It's a story full of guilt and self hatred.
It's a story composed of slamming doors and cigarette burns.
It's me on the floor crying questioning my self worth.
It's my mom holding a bottle of anti-depressants that she always claimed were asprin.
It's my brother seconds before attempting to take his own life.
It's my sisters leaving to live with my grandparents.
It's my dad living behind bars. He couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Before you ask about my family...
You should know my family's story is one that only knew absence and hatred. It never loved. It never cast out my demons, in fact it's the reason they're there. It never said "good job." It never comforted. It never made anything better.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
I want somebody who i can hold at night to rid these bad habits of mine.
Cuz over time, I've picked up blowing and drinking wine
I actually would like for you to be the one I call mine
To be that go to drug whenever I need a quick fix
Whenever im going through **** and just click
I want your kiss to be the ashes I flick
I want you to be that theraflu for when I get sick
Of this **** that requires a quick fix
Im strong enough on my own
But to have your personal drug to call your own
Would be the ultimate goal
Don't get me wrong boo,
Because I will be the very same for u
I will be that asprin waiting by ya bed
That shot u take to the head
That eases ya pain.
So how about u be my icy hot
cooling me down but then getting me hot
Being my alcohol and being my ***
I wanna smoke u until u get smoked out
Or even until theres no doubt
That you'll heal me
Or until the thought of u being wit me
Gets me higher than any amount of estacy
Cuz truly i just want u to be that drug that takes me higher than medically possible
I want you to make me feel powerful and unstoppable
Taking me above and beyond
So do u think u cud fulfill these wishes?
Signed, a feigning misses.
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
I sit alone in my room.
not unusual
for someone like me.
I've lost hope,
so precious, so pure.
So vile, so raw.
This heart,
it beat
for you and you only.
And when you left
I was lost.
I spent so many years
searching
for the light that lived in your eyes.
The spark of your smile,
that set the room ablaze.
Only to find,
That the spark had been drowned
In a wave of hatred
and bitterness.
and *****
Though I found you,
My heart remains lost.
Knowing that you are not you,
I am not me.
My heart beats wildly,
and frantically,
looking for a way out, a place to hide.
And so I make a desicion.
50 asprin
layed neatly in row
across my kitchen counter.
light shines on little opals
I find a memory of you
and I swallow it,
with the pill.
burying it deep inside.
no way out now.
15 minutes later
I am lying on the floor
swimming in my own *****
My heart beats wildly
and frantically.
And my
Heart beating
Head spinning
I am
your smile
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 12:30 AM UTC
Sheets of shame, blankets of burdens
So many lies you tell to yourself
Quick to forgive- excuses, excuses
You are so holy, you don't need anyone's help
You need humility
I need validation
You're living someone eles dream
You need a glass of wine
I need an asprin
Not too many things are as it seem
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC
Today I opened my mouth too wide
And swallowed a cluster of tiny flies
Now they are growing fast inside
I feel them swelling, swimming around
What if they grow too large, what if they multiply
I can't fight them when they're shielded
They laugh deep echoes, mocking me
What are you eating inside there
Food no longer fills me, stomach's always empty
I'll give up, yield all pride and sacrifice
Most of nothing and all of this
For one chance, I can't hold on to sand, I must
Exhale dirt, open eyes, firmly hold bliss
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 4:58 AM UTC
Captain's Log,
rough seas this morning
as we sailed into
Port Hangover
first mate Asprin taking double shift
as is galleymate Coffee. Unable to make headway against megrim winds.
Also having difficulty navigating nausea reef,
may need to run aground
on Throwasickie island
as vision is becoming blurred.
Put present difficulties
down to attack of tannins, whilst sailing
wide red wine sea,
last watch.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
morning has broken... me
and my swirling head
....the blackbird has spoken
to me of life .....choices and
....bad breath
the cat of humble has .....
dragged me home
and left me....bedraggled.....
....upon the kitchen mat...
for the daylights bright
corusculating light
to pin me..... between the eyes
....my remedy... of coffee black
with asprin on the side...
is over glacial plain
......hangover wide
mountain..... of roaring
rending, sounding, guilt
....top high
let the shower hot then cold
then freezing then hot......
cleanse the grit, grime
tequila lime, rime..... away
...........time to be bright
... time to be right.....
.....and start the godamned day
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
black coffee and asprin for breakfast
and i'm still shooting blanks
pouring it over my face, scalding
dripping down my *******
black coach bags
staring back at you
your hungry mouth
reaching for mine
regardless
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
I belong to you -
your body gleaming
white under the
unforgiving moon -
we can hack the
silver out of the
sky, swallow
stars like Asprin -
each circle of
relief bringing
me back to
you, folded into
the corners of
your mind -
whispering to me
that you are
still alive
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
In the past month or so
I've felt it coming
A breakdown.
Suicidal thoughts
claimed my mind
took up residence,
and starting planting thier seeds.
In the past month or so
I've tried to **** myself
not once
not twice
Hell not even three times
A grand total of
7 times.
Overdosing on asprin
Starving myself
cutting too deep
not even getting out of the way
when a car came a little to close
Hey the latest was
Exedrin.....
................. extra strentgh
I need help
I know I do.
But the thing is
I dont want to.
I dont want to live anymore.
I hate my pathetic life.
I'm sitting here at my cubicle
taking call after call
Trying so hard not to
show my tears to the people on the phone.
I give up
I GIVE UP
I'm sorry everyone
I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was
Goodbye everyone
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
I met you on a cold rainy night and then after you warmed my days
You were dressed in vines that nature named beauty and grace
You were the precious piece of my life that no one ever lets go-
That I would never let go.
But Life you ******* you took my precious away from me, my warmth,
My grace and my beauty, the beat to my heart, Life you *******
You took it away from me before I was ready to let it go.
When I saw you I used where my broken tattered heart on my sleeve
And then piece by piece you made me feel whole again, you see
You were like the asprin I needed to subside my pain, you were
Like the sun casting out the clouds on my rainy days.
You were the precious piece of my life that no one ever lets go-
That I would never let go.
But Life you ******* took my precious away from me, my warmth and
my beauty and grace, the aspirin to my pain, the air in my lungs
Life you **** ******* you took my precious away from me before
I was ready to let it go.
KM’
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
New day started with the same ways
Same dreams and same needs
Same complaints and same beliefs
Same anger causing the same attitude
Same situation with the same work ethic
Same ol **** which feeds the same state of depression
Same as the past and same as tomorrow
Same words and the same actions
Same self pain and the same self medication
New day started the same way
Heart ache from heartbreak
From a woman I hope to meet
My father taught me about the dark side of love
My brother taught him tough love
My mother loved she wouldn't have to suffer
At fourteen Joann the neighbor showed me something better then love
Said her husband only had love for money
I loved that summer
New day started with the same ways
Same alarm clock with the same sound
Same routine eating the same food
Same route to the same office
Same parking space having the same meetings
Same lunch spot with the same people
Same words and the same fake laughs
Same asprin trying to **** the same headache
Same way home listening to the same Tony Robbins cd
Same house filled with the same silence
New day started with the same ways
Keeps a mind behind while it slowly fades
It's talked about
It's thought about
Then forgot about
Afraid of change
Another lost day
A week goes by then a year or two
Time is running out
Your yelling life was to short
While crying knowing you just wasted most of yours
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC