"crackhead" poems
bow tie and collars
nice pair of suspenders
buzzcut and braid
wanna get laid?
sex-tuned world
labels all swirled
high level of confusion
doubt and frustration
all the stigma about
sexuality gender who you are
we tell you where you fit
labels aplenty
let me name many
**** *** thot, *****
these and much much more
***** ***** and traitor
see you all later
******* druggie, and ****
nerd, geek, emo, goth
**** ****** loner
crackhead and stoner
athletic and pretty
simple or ****
labels aplenty
go on, take your pick
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
my friend said she’s
Quirky
Angsty
And different
She’s not she’s insecure
And I don’t mean any offence bu that statement
But she thinks the chains around her neck make her appeal to her abuser
And the fact that she’s never, really, properly drunk and yet pretends she’s wild and has lives lives she hasn’t
She says “ if you ever need someone to be a crackhead I’m right here”
She’s not
She’s insecure
She has sisters
I have brothers
And although we’re no longer defined by genders I think we are now
She wants to be like her younger sister
But she’s not popular like her
She lacks for charisma
But is sweet and kind
She thinks “cage the elephant” is indie music
And thinks listening to the strokes makes her cool
And that turning of capital letters on her phone somehow makes her “not like other girls”
She’s wrong
I don’t do any of that **** and I don’t pretend to be quirky, angsty, and different
And all the boys prefer me.
And yet I’m insecure
She should go back to fan-girling over Shakespeare
And writing books and poetry for fun
You’re not
Quirky
Angsty
And different you’re just insecure
Ok yeah good. ? !
Got it perf.
Vibes. Cool,,, lel!’v
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
You wake me up
Yelling and screaming
Clawing scratching
Demanding satisfaction
So stubborn full of your own desires
Pull me from slumber by the roots of my hair
Searching frantically for the fix you cannot find
Violence is the sign of a true addict
Cursing and blaspheming you tear into my skin
Failing to find it you resort to torture
Once I relent you greedily ****** up your coveted prize
Leave me
My usefulness has been outlived
Your claim to it is only that it is yours
Never thinking of the risks or problems it brings
So addicted you can't survive a day without it
Constantly craving
You forget the world
Come back to the living it isn't too late
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC
The posted photo
made on somones computer
looked like loneliness
dressed as wisdom
and begged you to believe the fallacy
It said
Don't fall in love when you're lonely
fall in love when you're ready
You will never learn how love works
if you save it
give it away
get hurt
give it away again
Love takes practice
And even if finding my love
looks like the crackhead's
needle in the haystack
Know that my love isn't *****
You won't get sick from my love
It is just that my love has been used
And that is all that love ever wanted anyway
was to be used
It is not some Star Wars action figure
Meant to never be opened
to maintain value
Imagine Luke Skywalker's
Anger at you upon tasting fresh air
Thinking
Have you seriously been keeping this from me?
Have you seriously been keeping this from me?
My love is pure
Been refined
by the filter of bodies
and coming back to me
My love is top shelf
but it is always free
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
the other day I got stopped on the street
I was riding my bike if you like minding my business like I do every other day of the week
suddenly a sleek police cruiser rolled on by
seeing a young black man clearly I caught their eye
I got pulled over like a crackhead in a Chevy nova
I got scared I'll admit it but I kept my composure I'm glad I didn't make any stupid comments or sarcastic remarks which is what I'm known for
so all in all take this lesson from my story
people **** and appearances make all the difference between a night in jail or a free morning filled with glory
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
When I have fevers
I grow *****
I say things like "Quit your ******* whining."
Or "You're such a **** dad."
When my skin burns
And my pores feel like they're on fire
from the inside
I say things that rhyme with the truth
Resemble a certain meaning
unfiltered
I don't make it sound melodious
Or tedious
Its factual
and im ballsy
I talk to walls about that crackhead on the fifth floor
Who I hear talks to herself at night
Or is it her baby girl one that was taken away
Her words are mumbles that resemble a feeling I cant quite name
I tell the walls they're too ****** thin
they should eat something
Fatten up or they'll end up like my sister
when I have a fever I don't remember the sound of her cracking rib bones
under my useless hands
I don't dream about CPR
Sometimes I hear children crying; the floor up above me
And If I listen really hard they aren't really crying, they're laughing so hard
And the man that is yelling he isn't really yelling hes playing peekaboo with his three
laughing
squealing
children and I smile
I am delirious
The truth is delirious
We are all ******* delirious
and drugged up
and ****** up
I laugh
It is one endless fever after another
And all the truth I think I've spoken
It was just a dream
The delirious kind
I laugh
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 2:46 PM UTC
My brain buzzes and my fingers dance.
My eyes twitch and dart to make the world vibrate.
Too much coffee and my heart slows down to one,
long,
drawn-out
thuwump.
I feel the fibers in my muscles coil like a snake.
I'm all adrenaline and nothing to do.
No fight to be had,
no flight to be made,
no harm,
nor foul,
nor **** to be given.
Wires pulled taut,
I could strike out a tune,
make the bones dance
a crackhead jig.
Long breaths in staccato time,
high on the oh-2 painting my brain red.
I can feel my whiskers like an aura,
hovering over my skin,
every hair a bright,
electric
nerve.
Throb, pulse, twitch.
Writhe, dance, squirm.
Eyes-wide,
drink it in,
eat the lightwave whole.
Bits and bits and bits
stab,
pierce,
*****
puncture,
penetrate,
explode
into image,
view,
vista,
site,
sight,
seen,
scene.
It's all the same.
All light
and heat
and motion,
no differentiation,
no line of demarcation,
no distinction,
no more,
no me.
One more cup,
and I'll be gone.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
Rest In Peace Hello Poetry.
You used to be so young and fresh...
Now you're that crackhead ***** I see standing in front of the liquor store begging for change.
I remember when you were alluring and attractive and people used to enjoy your company...
Now we all back away from you like the loud, drunk, obnoxious lady at the holiday work party. You know what I mean, there's always one. You turned into that annoying ***** and i hate you for it.
Lastly...I remember all the nice things people used to say about you. Those things were true.
Now the only truth is that you **** and are stubborn, and wont listen to reason. Just like my Ex....who ironically...I wish was R.I.P.
Sigh.
Shrug.
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 10:46 PM UTC
Like a celebrity of the slums
She moves from crackhead to ********** status
******* ***** for rocks
Armed with her glass and copper apparatus
Times come when she's broke
She's got no coke to smoke
So she has to make a selection
Pick a good vic with a thick wallet
and an ********
She spots her mark
He looks pretty easy
She struts over to his car lookin
cheap and ******
She gets in and he tells her what he wants her to do
They see a darkened alley and start to drive through
He hands her twenty bucks and she discretely hides it
then she grasps his zipper and slides it
down
She looks at his **** and starts to frown
She says "This is too big,it just wont fit"
He says ***** I gave you my money,now work for it!"
Then he's got her hair in his hands and he's forcin it
She feels a split in her lip
She tastes the blood drip
He busts his nut
****** **** he shouts
She wipes her mouth and quickly gets out
Sherie's back on the street and it herself
she blames
Her mascara runs as she stumbles in the rain
down the pull off lane
She tells herself," One more trick!"
Just more hit!
But the next car she climbs in
gets her throat slit.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Some time still yet to go
Till The End Of December
The nuts are turning blue
I’m cracking at this wicked thoughts
So is my patience
****** no pun was intended
In a shower and I use no soap cause
You know what that leads to, ahhh
I’m shaking at the thought that
I could make it, cause baby
You know that there is nothing worst then
Trying to bone over the phone and
At this point I don’t need all that much
I swear if you show up and try to touch
I’m taking you down on a spot and
I don’t care who’s around to witness
Like a bull in a china store
All I see is red - the color of your dress
And I’m not trying to offend anyone
But ****** I’m finning for your body
Like a crackhead baby I’ll **** your... toes
Lick that crack between your... *******
Tunnel vision, cause all I see is you as
We get closer to the end of this *******
No Nut Till The End Of December.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
For the past several years
I have been writing break-up poetry,
About my body
How I am ready to be finally rid of it
To totally forget about it
Find a newer better one
How I wish I could have fixed it
How I tried,
How I’m trying to cut it out of my life
Starve it out of my garden, like a ****
I have been writing sad poetry about my body
About how it is dying
And dead
How it is broken
Had all the stuffing ripped out of it
Like a crackhead’s couch
Sitting out in the yard,
Free for the taking, but wet from the rain
And I have written this poetry for too long
I have spent too much time,
Breaking up with, feeling guilty over
And sad about
My body
And maybe that won’t change
Maybe I will always wish it to be different
But maybe I can learn to love it too
So maybe I should write for it some love poetry
For The way it stands effortless, a mechanical marvel in a stiff breeze
A wonder of motion, a running straining lifting machine
That does things,
Even the most sophisticated of machines, have yet to replicate
And how the pink mush between the ears
Lights the eyes like Christmas
And turns the body,
This body, this body that I hate, this body that I need
How it turns the body,
Into me
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
I come from a place
you had to hustle for a date,
words were chosen not for
their rhyming
but for survival,
in this land a kid had to be a man
from ten, had to learn words to keep
him breathing,
and his family was a crackhead mom, a different
dad for all ten
of us
A diaper , you learned to steal for your
baby sister and put it on her, mom was gone dads all
wherever, hustle was taught young,
because we had to eat.
So we all ran for the man. Made a buck
and a good shiny pair of Nikes.
fed our siblings and ran from the enemies.
Who were everywhere.
Is that America. We are Free?
Are the young condemned by
survival of the fittest?
Give me a break, politicians
corrupt as the ministers
who feel the need to get rich and feel the children up.
We learned young to cook rice and a rock.
Took what we took to get by. And were took also,
into a hopelessness, of society .
I got my first gun at thirteen. A man I thought it made of me.
Most likely , I will die before twenty.
So, who then will change the diapers?
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
I don't know how to start this conversation.
But i have to say all of this at once.
I may have to take breaks because im crying.
But ive been writing this for weeks trying.
But i want you to know no matter what i will always be here as your best friend as your person.
Now what im about to say maybe kinda shocking.
But its how i feel.
The only way i know how to put it is
"i love you. "
I love that you are best friend.
I love that i can run to you any time.
I can be my true crackhead, annoying, dumb self. I love that you have this cute obsession with blankets, they have pockets as you would say.
I love the way you take a **** hit.
How i can see the muscles in your neck when you do it.
I love that you always twirl your hair when im driving in my car or when you are bored.
i love your passion and drive when you truley want something.
I love you.
Now i know you that you already know that.
But im in love with you.
Every part of you.
Your crazy side, your talented side, your funny side, your high side and your low side.
You're the only person i really feel like talking to. The only person i really want to spend time with. You make me laugh like nobody else.
I can speak my mind too you no matter how random and stupid it is.
But you're the only person i would look for in a crowded room.
The only person i see is you.
You could do the smallest thing and it melts my heart.
The way you smilies while looking at a dog, or when you start pouring your heart out in a song. Or when you have to spend 15 minutes perhaping the bed before you can even think about going to bed.
I am chasing other people and trying to distract myself from the attraction to you and the fact that you are so deeply love with my other best friend.
And im happy that you are in love him. I couldn't choose a better person.
I will never ever put you in the position where you have to choice.
Ever.
I will not ever try to pull anything.
I will never put you in the place where you cheat.
I have to much respect to you as my best friend and to dylan.
I know that this is not a mutual feeling.
But i needed to tell you.
By allowing myself to tell you how i really feel this will allow me to move on from the feelings. They will fade unless they are acted apon.
And i will never act on them them unless that's where we are.
But i will still be your best friend.
In the near future I may get sad sometimes but it will pass.
I don't want to loose you or can really stand too.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC
What do u know of loss?
W ur ******* Nirvanna shirts
Did u ever love a crackhead
Or cry toiletless room?.
What do u know w ur dull razors
Colred hair, tapered pants
Nothing. U only imagine kisses
Against ***** lips on nov 1st
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Beautiful souls all glory and hope,
destroyed within minutes,
all because of the dope.
They didn't see this coming,
it wasn't their wish,
not one single child
hopes to grow up to be this.
The ****** on the corner,
that you judged as you passed.
Do you really believe
she enjoys selling her ***
And that man sitting homeless
outside of the store,
as a child couldn't imagine
what his life had in store.
The crackhead downtown
or the methhead on hastings,
had bigger things planned
than their current drug cravings.
It does not discriminate
it hasn't a preference,
robbing parents from children
it gains delight from their absence.
Addiction creeps up on you.
You wont see it coming.
Do you think if they knew,
that they still would have done it?
That mother who's child
C.P.S JUST took away,
now fights suicidal ideation
and self hatered everyday.
Because she wanted to raise her.
That child is her little one,
now shes 4 years old
and calls
SOMEONE ELSE
MOM.
See addiction destroys things
people family and homes.
But please try to remember
it's not ALL a fault of their own.
Peer pressure or trauma
or just one BIG mistake.
It was one bad choice yes,
but should it seal their fate?
Please have some compassion,
look past the outside.
See the child that's hurting,
looking out from an addicts eyes.
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 5:34 PM UTC
crackhead hours .
real crackhead hours.
got my unemployment check ,
1400 a week
. Im rich biaattcchh ,
crackhead hours, dawning on me at 5:21am. my favorite hour.
I sleep when the tide rolls on the beach and swallows up the baby tutrles.
i sleep
when the last ****** sighs into a pillow on the edge of the abyss awaiting oblivion like green smoke.
i sleep
when it's too late for the dove to die.
i sleep when my eyes burn and the retinas dance around me.
i sleep when it's late,
i sleep when it feels like it's the same as dreaming and not
breathing
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
5 am driving through the hood fearlessly
Because sitting in my passenger is a huge black man up to no good
Newports in my hair
Graffitti around these parts looks better
Than Wynwood
As the sun rises
Hitting all the homeless in the face
Sleeping on the sidewalks
I see a man stretching his arms,
As he unravels his cuccoon
Ready to fly through another day
Newport man points at a woman walking past,
Her grey baggy pants sloping
Her legs crisscrossing like shes cutting something up as she walks
But really she's just on crack
He told me that he knew her when she was fat
She looks towards a man down the road
And waves a flirty hand
He follows her home
Earlier in the night i see a skinny white girl
Walking around the club
I thought she was brave
For being down here alone
A couple of hours later i see her again
Waving an SUV down
They drove past and i saw her face crumple
The way gravel does
The car stops at a light
on the way towards her money
Newport man flags her down
She begs for a cigarette
But all she got was distraction
"Where are you from?"
Boston.
Her sweatshirt said so
I have a customer waiting for me,
I have to go
Newport man asks "what are you selling?"
She turns away and goes.
Another crackhead rolls up next to
The club parking
With a bike he stole from south beach
I know this because Newport man knows
Shirtless underneath a neon flimsy vest
That he stole from a valet stand
Smiling through gums at the drunk *****
Rolling past
Attempting to pretend
That he is the parking pass
Anything for some spare change
Anything for crack
And last but not least but not first is me
I just wanted some ****
Newport man said if i gave him a lap
Dance he would buy me some green
Instead the ***** gets skimped for a ten piece
When he paid twenty
And because my lap dance
Didnt have enough grinding
He didnt give it to me
And this is the general tone
Of Overtown.....
Addictions arent selective
by race, religion, creed.
All those people i met are just like me.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
come into the day
together and sing with me the song of innocence
of men and women, all sexes
all varieties, all societies , see the miracle of
all the diversity
being sung, into the highest dales-
into the concrete streets,
into the uneducation;
among every nation a seed
sown by words and understanding;
whether a poem or painting or politician draws it up,
or a tot calling for us to stop the insanity,
crying this baby does to a fallen angel
or crackhead seeing damnation...
or Jesus himself or Allah,
or me or another MLK,
let us all gather into the woods and see the vastness of the future
when we all are coloring books with oils
or ink or feelings: our blood
no longer spilling-
us
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Chipped
They ask us to trust them when we get the anti CCP Virus jab
So we are safe and sound and protected from their virus
But upon reading multiple reports and articles
I’m scared fecking shitless about being jabbed up
I can die in a dozen horror film ways too gory to say
A really bad gig that many innocents took one way trip
With so many years to live now stolen with their lives
This is wrong and not right you must agree?
What do I believe? Is the CCP Virus made to **** us?
Rid the world of 7 billion people so only 500 million survive
Of course this is ******** from a badly scripted B-Movie
But where did they get their idea from a **** crackhead?
It’s obvious something is wrong and we are now under control
Big Brother lived out his film script 1984 style and here we are
Lockdowns and vaccines and troops on the street
It will get much much worse when we are forcibly chipped…
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
The truest love i have been witness to
is heartbreaking, so destitute,
but, resonates still in my head,
And happened just last week.
In a trash filled trailer
on a trash filled street,
broken windows no electric,
a crackhead I knew
gave his last hit,
to his new best friend.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
Great, I think she wants back in my life
She walked out when we possibly had a future maybe with two kids a happy husband and wife
I'm still bearing wounds from our last encounter
It's ludicrous what I had to go through with this *****
Oh wait I shouldn't say that even though she ripped my heart into halves and almost flatlined me
So even though I swore I wouldn't do any more rhymes about her I'm going out of my solace to lay my feelings to rest like a hydraulic mattress
I'm glad this has happened in a cosmic sort of way because no matter how hard it became alive I stayed to prove not to just to her but myself that you can survive heartbreak of that density those few weeks felt like a nomadic crackhead wandering the centuries yet it interests me that she expects me to say something to her first which is why I'm putting all of my problems and angst into this verse
I'm open to being friends again I'm all for that because what happened shouldn'tve happened at all but don't you dare play with my heart again because of you do I'll burn you like a succubusses ***** after an STD
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
out of the corner of my eyes
when you don't notice
seen you be nice to homeless
men give a dollar to a crackhead
I bless
that you
are
blessed
goodness out
angel within
no doubts
I just love
you.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
Where did my life go?
I asked as I watched the sunrise
from eyes in my bleeding head,
as I knew not where I was
but more where I'd been.
I didn't know the truck stop bench
that I awoke a bleeding mess on
with only a dry whisky tongue
to whisper what the ****
I didnt know the cracks in my phone
came likely from a crackhead's home
where I reached the top of the ski hill
only to tumble down
with no boots on.
I didn't know my deep head wound
came while I came unglued
as I fought for a life I guess I knew
would come to this
because this is how I've been.
Where did my life go?
I feel it safe and waiting for me.
Only I can reach it,
it answers just to me.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
Searching me down
looking for the prada
thinking every chav is selling narcotta
I am a university man I said
well you resemble a local crackhead
said the rude fed
Whats with those meds
I went chemist for my mum
Do you think we're dumb?
tell us the truth son
those drugs are full your addiction
and that bike do you have permission?
no its my sisters she's at college
she recently left
that's technically thief
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC