"detox" poems
I wish you detox from drunken heights,
I’m jesus for today until my current shift ends
and the next one begins, after many nights,
in the garden centre of fallen south coast eden.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
People’s faces glitter as I go by,
memories of sinless youth,
for my hands blind with nostalgia,
that my being resurrects.
The child Lazarus scurries past my side,
to his home with his future in his hands,
in my hands, cupped wide.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
I can love the unfortunate,
for my fortune is golden.
Delivered in letters
from North, West, East.
My trinity circle who join me at my supper,
breaking the garlic bread and sipping the borello,
to top crab ravioli baptised in the stream of sauce.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
The gates of heaven are open,
unblocked by the deaths of Keats, Shelley and Williams,
their souls not blocking the exit with an Underground Queue.
I give my blessings to
Livingstone and Charles Gordon
The one native he changed and the others’ sacrifice at Khartoum
Gained me my crown to modestly flaunt.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
I float down the hall, to His Mighty Voice,
as my gold becomes a donation on the alter,
to gain the choral hymns of Mercury gilded rock gods
that will brighten my days
for now,
oh glorious moments.
Amen.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
claude: battles tabletop.
reaches for maple syrup, into breakfast,
& breaks down puking.
the girlfriend/abortion situation.
the cash
& cream corn.
smells of deeper spring.
grandma & her bible.
to pray.
to eat lunch.
to television &
honey blunt the relief of a sunday night.
lily: into decay.
into dark days of her america.
detox: she breathes on vapor. sweet leaf.
sweats the heat & dead-dreams off. off on wavelengths &
resonance::: sound therapeutics,
at 528.111 hz,
enhanced dream frequency. she falls
into bliss. into
unopened codons & the rigor
of vibrational analog.
love cassette.
achilles: wheelchair-bound & boning
still. gripping ***
the girl & couch.
the couch & modern warfare.
old warfare: harvest of limbs.
he crawls across the lawn to pick strawberries.
thumbs the dirt for entrance
to another world. smokes a jar
of roaches, as monument
to his second generation revival.
cool.
wallace: & the zebra jeep.
red rock monkeywrenched billboards & the ****** of flame upon milk factory.
chemical factory.
fertilizer bomb///return/
to town & grotto.
porch-light wood & breath of bong-rotation.
the babylon journeyman,
embroiled in plots against the order.
to simply disappear.
to portal away.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.
Green Tea
A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul
Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.
So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...
Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
you are my ****** and I am addicted to having you flow through me
but now I have to quit before I get hurt again, I am scared
and it is hard to detox, it feels impossible to overcome it
I wish it could go back to the beginning, before it turned on me
when everything was perfect, and I was euphoric
but now, my dear ******
I need my prozac back
and I beg of you to return, because I long for you,
my sweet ******
this infatuation, this addiction, this needle
this love
I am addicted to you,
and it's hard to let go
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
There is nothing more painful than hearing
The sound of your drunken tears over the phone
You said you were okay
But I didn't believe you and you knew
I didn't believe you
You asked me if I would still bring you cigarettes if you went back to detox
I said, yes of course.
It always comes down to this. I don't have to tell you what it comes down to
Because you already know.
I'll never fall again, you said.
For who? I asked.
For anyone, you answered.
I love you so much, you said.
I love you too, I said.
I'm going to go have a bath.
Okay. Goodnight.
I always wonder when it will be the last time we'll say goodbye.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
What happens
____ to space______
between us
This is the
human race
Ah, Vey?
Just pray
Overly smitten
But not seeing
clearly picture-prey
He or she runs!!
Little darlings
here comes the sun*
The lime doing the time
Falling trees of coconut
Feeling- overloved
Deviant artist
splat coconut milk
No Security Cat
comfort box
So out of recession
Killer fox______
Chocolatey coconut
Cleanse my mind detox
Almond Joy concession
Rise up Face Botox
He cannot
read you
Haywire always
wired up his words
Hurried Hazelnut
coffee if you mind
Over-sugared
Increased brain
functions bitter rinds
So commercialized
The Cocoa Puffs
Going bananas
monkey ***
Lexie Vamp Vex
Mr. Ed overload
of Oz colors baboon
Going up Air Balloon
So many airheads
The Rainforest
GQ he's gone IQ
((Quarterly Neck of the woods))
Not orderly Outback
Steakhouse
Dinosaurs
******
Vicarious
No shortcut
The nervous system
The fast have a drink
furious
Cracking a coconut
Her Safe______**
6-6-6 combinations
Could crack her
Coconut oil neck her
City Girl call her
Intellectual brain
Singing
Gene Kelly
umbrella
Raining coconuts
(On Overload)
Strawberry Fields
This will be short
Yeah right forever
shortcake, not any sort
The trend of
coconut
Nearer because
of you I am
further
She was the
Brazilian Nut
With her
blind gut
((Coconut Houdini))
Island of Bali
Beauty of Judy
Somewhere so over it
rainbow
King Kong
Hairy chest banging
coconut drink slurping
Of girl talk
Strong New Jersey
Stamina
***** of Venezuela
Overload of
Prima, Donna's
Instant Karma
going to get them
Knocked them off
there feet
Where is my
John Lennon
He has the best beat
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
Look out the window, or stare at the screen
I can't tell you what any of these posts mean
Everyone wants their five seconds of fame
Social media making everyone look the same
I'm not romanticizing the way it was before
I just can't take mindless scrolling anymore
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I took a journey in my mind
Back to another place and time
Now all I want is another line
Seeing is scary to the blind
Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind
The past and present gets confused
Just like the needles that I've used
My flesh was made to be abused
They say detox but I refuse
Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind
Now you might think that I'm insane
Cause I get off on my own pain
It's something deeper in the brain
A closer look and you might find
Seeing is scary to the blind
Seeing is scary to the blind
I feel the warmth of mother's womb
Or perhaps it's just impending doom
Could be the weight of my own tomb
So all that's left for me is gloom
Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind
Now you might think that I'm insane
Cause I get off on my own pain
It's something deeper in the brain
A closer look and you might find
Seeing is scary to the blind
Seeing is scary to the blind
Seeing is scary to the blind
Ya never know what you might find
Reality can be unkind
I feel the need to just unwind
Excuse me while I take a hit
Cause everyday I feel like ****
If I had sense maybe I'd quit
I tell myself but still I find
Seeing is scary to the blind
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
what’s wrong?
i have a headache
why?
i’m addicted to coffee
you’re disgusting
i’m honest, unlike you
you need to detox
so do you
what are you talking about
you mean who
stop
it’s just the way you are
you don’t know me
trust me
okay
it’ll be easy
it’ll never be easy
i know i can be a ****
but?
i’m just trying to help
you’re giving me a headache
have some coffee
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Strip myself from amphetamines
Detox just to retox with anxiety
Manifested creativity
My madness got a hold of the pen again
palpitating shock waves of my manic imagination
I guess it's better to be aware of it
while the rest are possessed by self-destruction
or obsessed with reality distraction devices
Falling victim to their own vices
Held down by euphoric bliss
can't get enough self-ignorance
Shot up vain
to the ego's heartbeat
Submissive strains
on the evolution of reality
28 days late
The full moon's on the horizon of our own sanity
holding us down with gravity
While our howls take flight
in lycanthropy
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Wet paper towels,
And broken candy canes.
I'm cleaning again.
You asked me if I was okay,
And I continued to throw scraps of paper in the trash.
I'm cleaning again.
Ten minutes ago your eyes danced with mine,
And now I'm wiping away the marker stains.
I'm cleaning again.
I toss my feelings down
But no amount of scrubbing can rub them away.
I'm cleaning again.
You spent the day with me,
And I'm cleaning again.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
Detox yourself of impurities.
Box away those
pretty poisons polluting your soul.
Matcha tea will only help so much.
Matching the gentle touch
once felt
but have since melted away.
Got to deal with the cards
that have been dealt today
But what if,
I am less than an ace?
What if,
I am dead?
Then I am nothing.
Or
is that just
the toxic thoughts talking?
It's hard to tell these days.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
little white envelope
sealed with a promise
just like the others
open to find means to a better end
no bitter ends will you let begin
colourful notes meant to read
i love you
words not easily spoken
through clenched teeth
jaws locked
rusted with time
years spent unhinged
uncontrolled
spoiled words spoken between lips
unforgiving winds
their destruction still left to rebuild
tension releases by passing annum
moments spent in silence
make way for healing
and days left to heal with you are unknown
days left are precious
words are simple
beholden to their potential
barriers thin but exist nonetheless
not in contempt
but in habit
detox made easier by bullet holes
ghosts
of past attempts to infiltrate
your kingdom
of fatherhood
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
I don't think you know what its like to actually miss someone
you used to say you missed me after a day without seeing me
I didn't miss you then, but i did want to be with you
Now its been 120 days and you don't miss me at all
i miss you more than ever and it breaks my heart
you were my drug and i was addicted
i know my addiction only lasted 1 month and 19 days
but i had the craziest high with you
in those 50 days
you gave me memories to last a life time
its been 2880 hours since my last high
i have never craved something so much in my life
like your love
you have me sitting here thinking about you
17 weeks later
you haven't even done anything to make me crazy about you
if i was ever actually addicted to drugs
i would never detox
i would constantly crave it and would eventually give in
it would drive me crazy like you drive me crazy
i cant get the taste of your lips off my mind
i need you
we used to joke around
and i said you were my sustenance
you said i was too
but i wasn't kidding
you became an important part of my life
i can live without you
but i don't want to
you make me so happy
and you challenged me to think about who i really was
i do admit that i didn't like who i was with you
but i think thats why i miss you so much
because you gave me a rush and made me live
i did things with you that i never in a thousand years wouldve imagined doing
we went on wild adventures
i was always living on the edge with you
worrying about getting caught
thats why it was so exciting
i became addicted to that feeling
now i'm back to my old boring life
i miss the old days
but i need to move on
i think i will stop craving your affection soon
if not tomorrow
then the next day
ill keep telling myself this until its true
don't worry about how i am
because i know you don't care
and when you find yourself missing me in the middle of the night
call me
and i won't answer
i will no longer give in to my addictions
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
Staring at the ceiling,
what the hell is this feeling?
I can’t make up my mind,
of what’s real and what’s fake.
If I’m not dreaming,
then who is that screaming?
No one seems to hear it,
so that’s a mistake.
In front of the mirror,
and all I see is me,
but the me that I see,
is not who he seems to be.
Something’s not right,
in the little details,
in the colors and smells,
this is not re-al-i-ty.
I can see movement,
in the corner of my eyes,
something alive,
that’s not there when I look.
It’s like I’m in between worlds,
where time doesn’t exist,
the soundless abyss,
being dragged down by a hook.
This detox is different,
something is wrong,
I knew all along,
but that brings no relief.
This panic, is manic,
now I’m feeling frantic,
how can a person,
forget to breathe?
It’s feels like the weight,
on my shoulders has lifted,
but it’s only shifted,
and been placed on my chest.
My mind has grown muddy,
and I got nothing left,
fighting and struggling,
for every breath.
Clutching at myself,
as the tremors start.
Is it my heart?
Bring in the crash cart.
I hear someone say,
“place this under your tongue,
let it dissolve and don’t chew”,
but my tongue has gone numb.
I watch the walls bend,
and then I start to scream.
I’d like to believe it’s a dream,
but I’m not that dumb.
I can hear ambulance sirens,
so distant, and close,
but I’ve gone morose,
all I feel is the pain.
Houston, are you there?
All connections are down,
I can’t hear a sound,
I think I’ve gone insane.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
this year:
the one person i thought was my soulmate left my life without so much as one word
i fell out of love with the first girl i fell in love with
i was reunited with someone i hoped would be my new mother
i was repeatedly disappointed
i met the most amazing friend i only ever imagined having
i quit my job
i got a new job
i fell in love with a pathological liar
i went to my grandfather's funeral
i was lied to by the pathological liar (surprise!)
i was there for her when she went to detox
i was there for her when she relapsed
i had a rather epiphanic moment where i was brought to inexplicable sobs and repeated screams on my knees saying "help me" in desperate hopes of being heard by some unknowable God
i quit the new job and got hired back at the old one
i lost trust in all humans, including myself
i moved in with my dad
i got to know the depths of fragility
i was manipulated and in turn, i manipulated
i had random panic attacks
i met Regina Spektor
i wrote poems
i wrote songs
i painted
i read books
i drank a lot of coffee
i smoked many cigarettes
i laughed less
i cried less
i felt less
i denied anti-depressants
i worked on letting go of unhealthy persons, including my mother
which lead to learning the repetitive lesson that overnight success does not exist
i booked a flight to Mississippi
i learned how to be alone without being lonely
i became even more infatuated with the moon
i wanted to die,
i'm still alive.
i made mistakes,
i learned from them.
this year has been a whirlwind, a teenage drama gone half right topped with a questionable ending
2013, here i come.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 3:13 AM UTC
If I could do anything
I would be controlling clocks
And go right back to that mouldy box
With the broken locks
And the electrics off
Those days when I would sold me socks for cake and drops
Whist cooking rocks
***** this K detox
I feel like a baby fox
Thats I been ***** by all 3 bears and goldilocks
But day by day with my tool box and theese building blocks
I'll build my very own fort knox
Il see the light shine when I stike the fire from my matchbox
Listening to my old jukebox
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
A sanctuary for the rejected,
projected by by the giant alabaster dogs at the front.
from all over the world
healing stones
are checkered throughout this temple--
amethyst to rose quartz
vibrate frequencies of salvation.
A sacred palace filled
with organic nourishment
ready to detox the body--
real food tastes divine!
Electric candles scattered throughout--
a dull orange ignites the corners.
A jungle grows in this sacred space,
fresh oxygen and green leaves are the blinds.
Weary gypsy travelers wander about
to and fro to smoke from ancient pipes
to stay in the moment,
we heal through music and painting.
SHE conjures ***** tonics
ripe with raspberries, lemons and grapefruit
to help those seeking a distraction.
A soothing sounds of the ocean
echo throughout the walls
of this temple of rest.
Here we lay, the sacred beasts cuddle
with our lonely souls
and SHE ensures we will move on gently
through the black walls in front of us.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Disclaimer to Elizabethan democracy
It hits it's head on the chamber table
My hangman, eyes rolled up behind his mask dry lips hurt the ear drums
Least this broken bridge burn under our feet
Least it broils into rainbows, blood letting its comatosis
We'll replace fear with release
And suffer this karma like a detox struggle
When the tv glares blue a displacement glares right back, legs badly scarred taken by a strong hand
Patches must be missing, infra rave lights up hollow
I couldn't even draw the pentagram
The scales had fallen on my feet
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
i poured half a grand
down the sink,
watched the bottles bleed
their amber and ruby
in the drain.
a sacrifice —
a promise
after a thousand lies
dressed in shame.
my world hears detox:
lemon water,
fizzy drinks.
not my veins
beating to break free,
clawing closer
to a single drop.
my husband says
i’m not what i think i am —
because i can stop.
as if stopping
wasn’t a war every night,
prayers whispered to a god
i’m yet to find.
but there’s a circle
where i can admit:
hi.
i’m an alcoholic.
in the half-light
their voices don’t press me
for whys,
or ask when i slip.
they don’t judge
when i wake again
struggling to hold
my coffee,
hands shaking.
i swore not to give it
any more room.
but i still speak of it,
and carry its shadow
to my secret crowd.
no one should be alone
when entering the fight.
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
My Astrologer, *** and Love’ horoscope, for Halloween, is grim and on-trend for me.
(Libra) “Get ready to take some chill-time - give yourself the space to recover. People pleasing is out, boundaries are in!” Yeah, I’m like Texas, I have unsecure boundaries.
Sure, I KNOW horoscopes are horoscopes but while other signs get unicorns & puppies:
Aries: “Use your deepest desires to please yourself, step into your power.”
Gemini: “Your curious and bubbly nature shines, shoot your shot for that special someone!”
Cancer: “Be at home in your feels, your needs & emotional expressions are valued, go deeper.”
I’m getting **** it up buttercup,” thanks universe - what did I ever do to you?
We’ve been scanning the teen magazine fall looks, “We’re living in a bold era, a time of expression!” They declare, which means dramatic-metallic eyeliners, goth grunge, bold reds and Beyoncé’s “Renaissance silvers.” Luckily, Yale’s pretty low fashion environment, because seasonal changes are a lot to keep up with.
I love Autumn, with its colorful leaves, pumpkin lattes and colder nights, but coming from the south (in ‘21), I had no idea how badly heated air could dry out my skin and hair (freshie year, my thumb literally started to crack, like a plastic Barbie). In the spirit of fall fashion and maintenance, my entire crew made an Ulta store run this morning for hair masks, detox tonics and skin moisturizers - we’re ready, bring on the cold.
The best smelling places on earth are Ulta and Yankee Candle stores. In my religion, heaven smells like Starbucks in the morning, Chick-fil-A around noon and Ulta stores as the sun goes down and things turn dreamy and romantic.
Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 8:32 AM UTC
Help yourselves dear poets
if you have fever use filtered martinelly apple juice or any brand you got dilude it with water a glass every hour
it has boron it heals cutting fevers fast I used in my children tylenol can harm liver.
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for the stronger health users go
organic carrot and (beat juice-
-optional) if you only want water distiled is best one gallon add 20 drops of oregano leaf oil
and only drink this is antiviral.
fir one day or two
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If you tolerate take on raw garlic two or more Clove's blend them in filtered, or boiled or distilled water or even Gatorade electrolyte or smart water
add cayenne pepper or any hot peppers you have like cayenne it's good for heart
( no halapeños they irritate intestinal lining ) add sea salt to taste cilantro if you have add two yellow lemon juices freshly squeezed one hole mandarine or small organic orange
add ginger root fresh a finger size slice
add turmeric fresh root
you have apple cider vinegar with the mother in
add some one tablespoon
optional
add multivitamin mineral
and vitamin C ascorvic acid
8f no lemon available.
if you feel anxiety check thyroid it controls brain chemicals add a thyroid supplement vitamin to shake open capsule and blend all these and drink five onces
every 3 hours.
it's anti virulent immune system booster
200 mg of vitamin B complex nightly in powder form will stop your restless leg syndroms help nerves and good sleep add but D3
If you dear find milk thistle it heals detox liver tastes great open one or two capsules in glass of water I drink this daily.
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Stay blessed all poets visitors friends you are much loved.
by Karijinbba
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
poetry to me has always been subconscious
I don’t know what I want to say
but I say it anyways
and that removal of logic,
of inhabitation,
is
liberating
in a way
that only a few others
get the chance of
knowing
take this poem,
it was originally titled
“peace of mind”
after a comment
I got on my previous
works
but then I started thinking
about what
“peace
of
mind”
means
and
I
got
this
what
“peace of mind”
is
to me
and this poem is like that too
catharsis,
expulsion,
detox,
all those sickly feelings
or bubbling thoughts
that turn my gut
and twist my mind
boil over onto the page
like the *****
of a long night’s partying
and then I go share it with the world
wondering why they like the ****
of my heart
but
I never cease to continue
my bulimia of this excess
emotion
It never even crosses my
mind
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
i wish i were a chemist,
so that i could hypothesize
& limit my attempts &
my experiments in futility
so that maybe, I could
tell you that your mere
presence was a catalyst
to my volatile elements
provoking reactions,
left & right, endless
explosions in my head
& mostly, in my chest
or that you tasted like a
antidote to the mundane
bringing me back from
this quiet complacence
i could drink your tonic,
swallow your smoke,
& devour your scraps
like a starving bulimic
or how your poison
made me slip, drip like
mercury, through your
skillful & soft fingertips
like sodium, this persistent
salt that refuses to quit
from my veins, a reserve
remains after the detox
or why i would oscilliate
between the alkaline &
the acidic, never quite
stabilizing at a safe degree
if i had know all this,
i would not have played
alchemist, concocting
a worthless elixir of life
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC