"dialated" poems
iUsed To Be A Dope Dealer .
**** Turned On Me, Now im The Dope Feind.
Mary Jane Used To Be My Main its
Insane, Now iGot Methamphetamine
iN My Veins.
& iDont Give A ****** **** iLove
Them Stronger Drugs
iDont Take Em To Avoid Problems.
iCan Solve Them.
iDo iT For The High & Them
Dialated Eyes.
Can You See That iM Krazie
****** Up Mentality Since The Age
Of 13.
iGet Twisted So My Life Can Look Unrealistic iGot That Sick Sober High
My Times Quickly Passing By.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
The sky is falling...
Raining heavy rhapsodies of rukus and destruction...
Frowning.
Drowning.
Scrub structured stains.
Dump waste down dialated drains.
Repeat regularly.
Such sarcastic symbolism.
Such fuckin' frustration.
Got nuthin' left to gain.
Out of time, again.
Such wasted wanting...
Such resentment.
Can you feel my pain?
Jan 3, 2010
Jan 3, 2010 at 12:45 PM UTC
I don’t mind the smoke
Because I like to watch the smoke rise
Your dialated pupils
Shine more than any sunrise
Is this all just a dream
Where did it begin
I get it
I get it
Larger than a force of wind
Just let it begin
Just let in begin
Happy, shiny diamond rays
These are the best days
These are the best days
I get you
I get you
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
My mama said its just a phase
I just wanna get you high
Look at the bright lights
Pop a pill now I'm zoning
in the sky make you fly
sip slow on that poison
not sure where I'm goin
I'm dialated
the popo keeps starin at us
the locals keep glarin at us
these beans keep me near sighted
that *** got me so excited
I bite the bullet
I keep the rifle close
I got the spins
but I got to fight it
but I think I'm losin my mind
but it could be worse
I'm sure that I'm fine
as I check the time
I cant remember the night
I pay the price of giving my life
flying up high
and they all around me
**** god **** some bomb *** ****
mixin up my potion
marijuana stay potent
pop a pill now im zoning
I'm zoning, zoning
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
i.
when will my hopes
become existent enough to pour out
words of sincerity
to speak of a genuine warmth filling my chest
instead of the lines full of teenage angst
and the desperate cries of prisoners inside me
who are trying to escape
all I can think of are cliché sayings
that tell of gloomy times
occasionally ending with half-hearted
attempts at optimism
does that please them?
ii.
I give enough of myself away
that I am kept from prevailing
but keep enough behind my dialated pupils
and shaky hands
to never be trodden on or crushed to dust
I sometimes murmur the thoughts that
clamor my mind
but barely above a whisper because they will be misunderstood
iii.
reflections hit me seemingly everywhere I turn
the images on the water’s surface
the gaunt faces that stare back at me in the
broken glass
when I look into my sister’s eyes they
slap me in the face
these are the many people I used to be
iv.
I want to be that person
that soul
who filled me to the brim
when I was shaking remains of
mulch out of my scuffed up sneakers
and running off to seek boundless amounts
of a word that never escapes my mouth anymore
I don’t want to be known for
spewing out pink pieces of pathetic misery
onto the white carpet
No one truly wants a sad girl
the reality is that they are not mysterious and full
of dark beauty
at least I am not
v.
I carry an expertise
of driving myself into a dark hole
making it powerful enough to either
drag others in or ****** them out
someone gets hurt either way
I leave the classic images of sorrow
and dark-lined eyes
for my own destiny
I consist of burrowing under my covers
Laying unconscious until the sun disappears from my view
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
When nothing else matters,
Dont even care
When everything you live for
Shatters.
Let the music
Bring about your demise,
When the feelings are false,
The darkness will rise.
I'm gonna be
On TV.
Why won't you believe me?
Restless, alone,
And your life is a mess
All because you wanted to fit
In that red dress.
You said everything was alright.
Here I am, violation tonight.
Eyes so dialated,
Life so mutilated,
Wondering why my soul
Hasn't already faded.
It's time to stop
When your only love
Will send you to hell,
Far from above.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
When I wake in the middle of the morning I see your bare body glowing in what is left of the moonlight.
It takes my breath away and suddenly every inch of my skin is fiending to feel you like an addict fresh to rehab.
It's been a few hours since I last touched you, since I fell asleep in your arms,
and now that we have rolled to opposite ends of the bed I need the high back again.
You on top of the covers, and I underneathe, I envelope you the best I can and trace imaginary circles in your hair.
I run my fingers down the side of your face covered with stubble and plant feather-lite kisses across your skin
as your poison soaks into my veins and my heart quickens.
I lay there for hours on this high, watching you sleep with dialated eyes,
and trying to hold back these words that sit at the pearly gates of my teeth.
It's maddening; trying to keep the brigade of how I feel and what I know and how I hope behind the enameled walls.
They fight the barrier and pull at my tongue in an attempt to spill from my shaking lips and crash into the drum of your ears.
But I fear if you knew, you would run.
So instead
I take another hit of you
I regather my composure
and face the day of sobriety ahead.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
you feel like bursting through hospital doors.
repeating names, rushed hands all over my body looking for signs of distress.
you feel like dialated pupils,
like throwing tequila back and standing gutter-in-the-street still until you feel every drop of poison fall down your throat and into your stomach.
you feel like waking up the neighbors,
like throwing wedding shower vases,
like turning on neighborhood streetlights and calling for backup.
you feel like the anguish that sticks onto places you cant reach in the shower;
how im not sure i will ever get your smell off of me.
you feel like chaos, like burden, like a level of wretchedness that takes two hands to control.
you feel like showing up unannounced,
heart racing so hard i feel it bounce along to a chorus of ringing in my ears.
and maybe that's why i can't get rid of you.
because you have replaced impulsivity with spontaneity,
you have taken the fear out of failure and you have made the way danger sounds so easy off of your lips
you feel like the "speak now" instead of the "forever hold your peace."
you feel like the selfish "wait," the last desperate pleading case;
you feel like the passion infecting my lungs in breaths of smoke and dancing dandelion seeds in my ridbcage like a magic show.
like an age-old story, some different form of you all strong women must endure,
you feel like the irresistible situational irony they whisper about when they say "it is not love if it is not torture."
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
Overdosed on salvation
I live in a nation of nothingness
No Bliss
I long for a kiss of finality, in actuality
Maybe just a shot of spirituality will do
Bounded - Hounded - Surrounded by insanity
I sounded the alarm
There is no water here - I live in fear
Of being in this cage - a fluid filled Haze
My mind wonders in a maze of indecision
No Vision
Pin-pointed pupils
Dialated
Blood shot eyes and someone dies in my mind
Everyone blind to my murderous rampage for sage
to spice up this homicidal soup
Vines of untrust winde behind my mind
I find
that I am all alone
etched and sketched by memories of emotional termoil
My soul toils
I Spoil
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
Loving him was like a warm gust of wind during the summer, blowing your hair back and whispering past your ears.
It was like apple orchards and abandoned shacks,
crisp white sheets stained crimson red by a nose bleed,
the carpet burn on my knees,
the lights, camera, action.
The flash, the flame.
Loving him was like broken glass digging into the soles of your feet,
like clenched fists and bruised bones,
hot breath and dialated eyes.
Loving him was like acid settling into my spine.
Loving him was a breath of fresh air that turned into lung cancer.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
I'M PRETTY HIGH YOU GUYS,
I'M NOT TELLING LIES, OR
CRACKING WISE.
I'M STARTING TO GET STARS IN
MY DIALATED EYES.
I'M GOING TO TAKE A WALK OUTSIDE
BUT I COULDN'T WALK A STRAIGHT LINE,
HOPE NO ONE NOTICES I SMELL LIKE ****
INDEED, I'M FEELING PRETTY FINE.
AND IF YOU WANT TO BRING ME DOWN,
I'LL SAY 'NICE TRY TO SWINE.'
BECAUSE YOU CAN FALL IN LINE,
I'M FLOATING ON CLOUD NINE.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Not composed
And no composure
No more love for
Or sense of closure
Wont bring you roses
I attract these vultures
When one door closes
My window opens
Releases the smoke in
To the breeze
A calming motion
I shun emotions
You evoke them
Im done and hopeless
Too much of your
Hopeless potion
Has me chokin
I let go then
You just keep throwin
All the flaws you notice
Walls keep closin
Eyelids refuse to close and
Pupils remain focused
Penetrated my dialated
Heart is still broken
Your ego needed strokin
So i fed you my soul
You devoured what was left of me
to empower your shallow self esteem
So wasted the time
Forgotten moments
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
In need of some style, some swing
a tune to dance to, make a heart sing
A beat to step to, drama to fret to
flair to spice up ordinary sound blue
Eyes that sparkle with secrets, uncover
Dark sarcasm to people that'll mutter
Complement so on point, heart flutter
Dialated pupils, bring home to mother
Fools from the past, come in a blast
Stop in their tracks, saying not so fast
Midnight streets dark soul **** discreet
Running away from the reality quick fleet
Driving down open roads flee from the scene
Stop at the mountain peek look at the scene
Discovering, uncovering, realities
On the contrary, brutality
Stop fear from deteriorating
In lines of truth are liberating
staring, cigarette smoke inhaling
digging deep to revolting detailing
Just the **** thats been planning
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
Science explains life as a series of reactions.
Some are inevitable.
Some are just chance.
Science is supposed to be a explanation,
But somehow,
Impossibly,
Mabye just because I am me,
Science has failed me.
That day in 7th grade was just a fleeting feeling
Or so I thought.
A crush is just that.
A confusing, scattered mix of feelings, that normally,
Science could explain.
Dialated pupals,
Normal.
Fluttering heart?
Normal.
Flushed cheeks?
Still normal.
This is what science explains.
Perfect sense.
But what about what it can't explain.
This little fleeting feeling can
Turn a normally sane person into a aparent lunatic .
Turn a single word into what seems like a thousand buzzing
Coded messages.
Turn a slight stumble into a worldwide tumble.
That quiet little feeling,
That you told to just go away,
Has apparently decided instead
To just keep growing.
To defy rationality
To blurr the line between just a flutter
And the unknown.
Even after a year of starving that feeling,
And you think, its finally gone
With a mixture of
disapointment and relief.
Just to find out that it was hibernating
And ready to make a comeback.
Why
Do these things
That just start as just a little feeling
Defy science
And turn into what could be described as
Resiliant, controlling,
Exiting,
Odd little feelings turned creature
That seem to have minds of their own
And a twisted sense of humor.
Things that some might Call
the begginings of love.
One of the few,
Or perhaps many,
Things that are truly
undefineable.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
I don't know if you were raised By animals..
I never thought that song to be true
"Be kind to your web footed friends..."
You know the rest..
Don't you...
Every line every word
Brings me to grasp with you!!
That my little bit of pain
looks like spit to your rain!!
I don't think that I could cope I don't think I could take
with my parents on Dope... All the hate
Cuz I'd be strung up too And bottle it all up
Wit my pupils dialated... To stay alive
and dreams stilled... without love
Cuz the system would have only confused
they try to give a home
to everybody eles liter
and I would feel like Im in a dump
Just another piece of colored trash..
That a lot of people call ****
cuz it smells
like it was pushed out of an *******
I don't know You
don't know if its ture...
But I pray for you
The deeper the darkness
The brighter your emotion
and I hope you find a light....
But All i know is it must ****
To inevitably have been raised by Ducks....
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
iF You Know Me Then You
Know iM *******
High Right.
Off The Substance that Provides
Super Dialated
Goregeous Eyes. But The come Down
Is A ****
You Feel Drained , Restrained
Powerless.
No Help But Has A cure That Costs
Your life.
Dosing up so you won't feel pain
The Twist to it
Is the pipe.
Confuses up your mind
Once you Start, you most likely get
Stuck, without Realization
That youll Always have it in
Your position if not youll take risks
To get it
Daily Use, worsens struggle,
Its Not Like **** with this you
End up feeling like you
Necessarily need it once your hooked you'll think about it 24/7 and becomes your new world. Constant Thoughts of How To Get iT.
The first days are easy
Your supplyd
Have money to buy
Later your body builds a tolerance
A 50 sack Feels like A
Dime sack.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Why do I die so much?
Its distorted constellations
Dissonant sounds
The joke was always funny
But I forgot to laugh
I never had to learn how to die
I just did everything for you
My favorite song is a sad one
Why do I die so much?
Its my joy diluted
My eyes dialated
I watch poison course my veins
But I couldn't feel high
I want to live forever
But I keep giving my life for you
My favorite song is a sad one
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
A dense fog blurs a purple sun
Dialated pupils spinning
A web of color touched my tongue
Emitting sparks of savory
Saliva spilling over lips
Sealed secrets in the darkened depths
Trenches sailed over by ghostships
Haunting memories of the past
Chained up in synchronicity
Keys fitting like serotonin
Released the Titans from dreaming
Freed then to seek retribution.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
Im so empty, not much left to love.
I shake my head riding of.
Oh I don't want to live this life.
Slice... with the knife.
Coral reefs and other pretty things.
Angel's with harps begin to sing.
Oh these things were destroyed.
Stab... This life I try to void.
Running coverd in honey falling to my knees.
Spoiled meat, feeling the stings of the bees.
Please... Oh God help me please.
Come and set me free.
Troubled, sad, lost, confused.
I am never happy and never amused.
This life was not for me.
Dialated pupils, sunglasses, I cannot see.
We are all made of static and tv.
Now I have lost my envy.
This life was not for me.
This life was not for me
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
You cower under the bedding
Darkness all round
Your restless rapid breathing
Is the only sound
Your eyes are wide open
Though you cannot see a thing
Pupils dialated and your hoping
A light the morning will bring
Sharp intake of breath
What was that you hear?
Is that death?
Who may suddenly appear
Oh morning bring your light
Bring birds and morning dew
The only monster that comes at night
Is the monster who lives within you.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
and i sat and stared into the eyes
of what i presumed to be mine
my relection looking right at me
cold lifeless tears already formed on the waterline
not a sign
of any soul behind
icy blue irises and puplis far too dialated
for this "darkness" inside
i sat and i stared
at this stranger
for what let like eternity
but really
was probably only
ten minutes, at most
looking back at me
i sae the body of a girl
more like the corpse of a girl
with eyes that didn't shine
and had bags underneath like caynons
and blood red lips
chapped from biting and self deprecating coldness
not a twitch upward to be seen
a straight line of melancholy
the hollowness of an creature
i'm not too sure is real
she doesn't look it
she's not alive
i'm frightened of what i saw
because that is who i am
that is me
potentially.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC