"concerta" poems - Hello Poetry

The answer is i don't know.. Or do i know? coke xtc mdma tramadol eph xanax cannabis hasj speed/amphetamine 2cc flunitrazepam codeine vallium ritalin concerta lsd/acid bromazepam lorazepam 2cb etizolam 4fa ketamine 2fa/2fma ghb mephedrone (meow meow) methox And i'm pretty sure my list won't end there. It's not that i can't stop but i just don't want to feel reality.

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC

lohunn

why do i take all these drugs

The answer is i don't know.. Or do i know? coke xtc mdma tramadol eph xanax cannabis hasj speed/amphetamine 2cc flunitrazepam codeine vallium ritalin concerta lsd/acid bromazepam lorazepam 2cb etizolam 4fa ketamine 2fa/2fma ghb mephedrone (meow meow) methox And i'm pretty sure my list won't end there. It's not that i can't stop but i just don't want to feel reality.

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Ever snorted ******* I watched some partiers snort ******* last night, in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration. But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line. When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.” What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,” or “I prefer my coke with *** and ice?” The white line. I don’t cross the line. It’s not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs in high school than I have at Yale. I’ve mostly seen “study drugs,” there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta). Do they give students an advantage? I don’t know, maybe. Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors, and I just don’t cross those lines - those little white lines.

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May 10, 2023

May 10, 2023 at 7:51 PM UTC

anaisvionet

the white line

Ever snorted ******* I watched some partiers snort ******* last night, in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration. But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line. When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.” What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,” or “I prefer my coke with *** and ice?” The white line. I don’t cross the line. It’s not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs in high school than I have at Yale. I’ve mostly seen “study drugs,” there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta). Do they give students an advantage? I don’t know, maybe. Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors, and I just don’t cross those lines - those little white lines.

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The river in my head is a rapid now, all of this flows in my mind and I see it flowing faster and faster in the reflection of the eyes of the teacher who's face is only inches from mine as she says, "Where is the homework thats due today?" all disappointed head shaking as the rest of the high school class waits. Waits as the ink beneath my short sleeves, white collar shirt and skirt begins to….. burn. Waits as my hyperactive ADD branded brain begins to boil. Waits as I keep back the bile and get all choked up on the prozac and concerta that have been planted in my throat But i keep it down and say, "I forgot it." Honestly, I feel bad about this. I want to tell her I'm sorry. I'm sorry that after twelve years of learning, the one thing I haven't picked up on is how to turn in a freaking homework assignment. I'm sorry that my head is a broken system Whose puzzle pieces never learned how to fit themselves together properly I forgot that it's a crime to not know theorem 6.2 or what kind of satire Aristophanes used but I think it's IRONIC that we're supposed to take this work with open arms and look, I'm being honest when I say I can't remember all the nine muses names but believe me Erato will tell you that I can write one hell of a love poem. But that doesn’t matter here, no. because all that mattered was that in third grade I could never remember my times tables as if being dipped in the river lethe made you any less of a person as if the kids who were telling me I was dumb thought I needed confirmation I’m trying to pull out the lessons we learned at carpet time like 2, 4, 6, 8…? no one could appreciate that I was trying, everything would just get swept away leaving me bone dry and forgotten.

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

meredith-merecatt

The River of Forgetfulness

The river in my head is a rapid now, all of this flows in my mind and I see it flowing faster and faster in the reflection of the eyes of the teacher who's face is only inches from mine as she says, "Where is the homework thats due today?" all disappointed head shaking as the rest of the high school class waits. Waits as the ink beneath my short sleeves, white collar shirt and skirt begins to….. burn. Waits as my hyperactive ADD branded brain begins to boil. Waits as I keep back the bile and get all choked up on the prozac and concerta that have been planted in my throat But i keep it down and say, "I forgot it." Honestly, I feel bad about this. I want to tell her I'm sorry. I'm sorry that after twelve years of learning, the one thing I haven't picked up on is how to turn in a freaking homework assignment. I'm sorry that my head is a broken system Whose puzzle pieces never learned how to fit themselves together properly I forgot that it's a crime to not know theorem 6.2 or what kind of satire Aristophanes used but I think it's IRONIC that we're supposed to take this work with open arms and look, I'm being honest when I say I can't remember all the nine muses names but believe me Erato will tell you that I can write one hell of a love poem. But that doesn’t matter here, no. because all that mattered was that in third grade I could never remember my times tables as if being dipped in the river lethe made you any less of a person as if the kids who were telling me I was dumb thought I needed confirmation I’m trying to pull out the lessons we learned at carpet time like 2, 4, 6, 8…? no one could appreciate that I was trying, everything would just get swept away leaving me bone dry and forgotten.

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The foot tapping. The absence of my mind. The words I constantly repeat. The fidgeting. The forgetfulness. I want it all to go away. They told me yet again to take these pills and I'll get better. I take the pills and nothing is better. I'm still tapping my feet constantly and fidgeting and forgetting and I just want to be better. Will I ever be better?

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Nov 3, 2018

Nov 3, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC

underestimated

Concerta

The foot tapping. The absence of my mind. The words I constantly repeat. The fidgeting. The forgetfulness. I want it all to go away. They told me yet again to take these pills and I'll get better. I take the pills and nothing is better. I'm still tapping my feet constantly and fidgeting and forgetting and I just want to be better. Will I ever be better?

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