"dosages" poems
Everything grows with a little love and care
Even in small dosages, it'll bloom eventually
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Thoughts,
A curious thing,
Boat to boat,
Dream to dream,
Leap to leap,
Light bulb to beam,
Idea,
Spark to spark,
Jump start the cranial arc.
Neuron negotiation team.
Ambulance the ambivalence,
Channel out the Ritalin,
Limited dosages,
One day at a time, focusing,
Wake up, ECT voltages,
Sent them in the mail,
As postage just as,
Goldy-locked as porridges,
Clear the clouded vision, it's a must,
Derail the failure,
Exceed the labor,
Taste success, it's flavor,
Savor it.
Maintain a relationship with the Lord,
Escapin' and deflating ship,
Swallowed by the sea,
With a murderous howl,
Til' thoughts drift away,
Flow into the process womb,
The man that plays instruments,
Holds the key to the control panel of THINK,
Doesn't MIND this tomb,
Destiny and instinct,
Keeping each other in sync,
Putting one and two together,
Every time an internal light switch is flicked,
Not one soul around,
My thoughts mixed,
In this synaptic mail-room,
Unsorted letters,
Swimming through the mound,
Forever searching for their connections,
Til one day they'll meet,
Between then and now,
All that are lost in the end will be found.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 4:55 AM UTC
She does it with the water
She does it with her pain
She does it as her run
It's her best medicine
She's too weak
Her heart's very weak
Belittled and stomped
She's getting more bleak
Her only sunshine
Is the darkness
In the pits of the corners
Is where she sits with coldness
Her only nightmare
Is the light of the world
The more she's seen
The more she's haunted
She wishes her sunset
To come all at once
And leave this day
Leaving her not even an ounce
Though the medication
Is meant for a lifetime
Her dosages just won't stop
She's delirious and existing
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
pop the xanax
before dawn, they will turn their backs
pop the xanax
both hands behind your head, standing on the edge of the decks
pop the xanax
maybe if you try you'll figure out all the hacks
pop the xanax
what else tonight, dewars or shots of jacks
pop the xanax
don't keep telling me what my brain lacks
pop the xanax
what does it feels like to have dosages on max
pop the xanax
do you still try to forget, inhaling cigarette smoke by the packs
pop the xanax
you don't understand mother, my thoughts come from a buy one free one off the racks
pop the xanax
does it take your mind off everything, all that ***
pop the xanax
my sadness shows up on time, always reminding that there's tax
pop the xanax
i tried to light up a candle to cast away the darkness but then it started to burn, all that wax
just pop the ******* xanax
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Possible side effects may include
Dizziness
Nausea
Loss of appetite
Possible side effects may include your intestines slipping out, wrapping cold coils around your neck, kissing your purple eyelids, and begging you to jump
Possible side effects may include your lungs crying bible hymns with razor tongue accuracy through muted chokes
Possible side effects include finger nails scratching piano ivory on a Sunday service
Do not repent your sins to a church that gave you this bottle
They prescribed you a god and you swallow his followings again and again
Just like youre told
Doctor dosages of high mortality
Side effects may include atheism
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
i'm guilty.
i have the world expecting so much of me
but all i want to do is run.
i'd never claim status as a full blown addict,
but i have an overwhelming urge to go numb.
i know, it's dumb.
silly me, i lost a brother not a son
so it shouldn't be as hard for me.
at least that's what is implied,
what the world makes it seem.
I am supposed to endure my pain
while being strong for dad and mommy.
**** it, fine. I'll be strong this time.
So when you're all feeling fantastic
I'll just destress alone in the backseat
of a car filling discreetly
with carbon monoxide, i'll goto sleep
as it creeps into my lungs slowly.
maybe I'll run off to the carolina's,
with a recently seperated married man.
commit myself to a tragic relationship.
See what ******** drama comes out of it.
Or I could participate in the norm and
go use my insurence cards.
meet a good doctor to
Explain my anxiety's and get a script written up,
.50 Xanex and self adjust my dosages.
float myself into bliss.
It'd be just like old times...
Slow me down enough to see the beauty in it all,
until i run out and have to come back up.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
WARNING I Will Honestly Guarantee You That You Will Get Hurt.
But if you're fine with being hurt because I some days want to be Alone.
Then I swear everything else will be Perfect.
We can have the days at the beach.
You can hold me during the scary movies even if I'm more afraid than you are.
And I promise I will fight with you. Telling you I Love You More.
Til we Start Screaming and there's no words being said.
But there will be days where I just need to Catch my thoughts.
They say even good things can be bad for your health in HIGH DOSAGES
Well you can be my drug of choice. Just don't let me become a Addict.
They Say Love can Bring the Soul to Life. But What happens When Love turns to War.
Will we fight and say Devilish things. Can you contain your Snake tongue from not tearing this apart.
If you can...
Then we can make it...
Just listen to me as much as I listen to you...
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
(Drink pouring)
My....my eyes close...
I feel...I feel something close, something I adore most,
Buttermilk soft skin
Lips that taste like sin
Slow kisses...no idea where they've been.
Hold up, (piano)
Let my notes serenade your brain
Create the melody for your sensation
Watch my slow riffs penetrate your veins
Said "your music's my drug"
As I play this sweet novacane
Extra dosages of my verses for the pain
A hook that leaves the body drained
Stop!
Repetition creates a dullness of ones perception
Changed the notes to help this ****** aggression
Synced it up so well
Baby, we so in tune
Nothing is better than making a love song
Nothing is better than making the perfect song with you.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Your beauty is contagious
and I’m allergic to it.
Your presence makes my eyes water
and heart race faster.
Almost as fast as
the wind racing
in the eye of a hurricane.
My throat swells up
to a point where
I can barely speak.
My head starts spinning
clockwise and counterclockwise.
Simultaneously.
I’m barely aware
of my surroundings.
The sound of your voice
splits the tiny hairs
of my earlobe.
Accented with a sexiness
I could listen to
all day long,
intently and uninterrupted.
Even after I wipe the water
from the bottom lids
of my eyes
I still find your beauty
difficult to look at for too long.
Like it can only be taken
in small dosages,
otherwise the effect is too strong.
Allergies are unpleasant
to deal with,
but the reaction I draw
from your contagion
is worth the side effects.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
For some reason, I'm still standing here.
But for a while, I thought I couldn't, after
Dosages after
Cold sweats after
Pale face after
Thin skin after
Snot noses after
Bold threats after
Pinned wrists, but
I'm alive to fight another minute
With my chin forever pointed toward the trees
Because I never had a disease...
A disease had me.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
A black cat hesitates.
With my friends filtered, cascading sheets of Jameson, the path fills me Warning the porch of presence.
Continue to sleep. I will go away to the city and work in the folded webs of my skin.
Is it you who functions when I sleep?
A breakfast for champions, my dear remove the flakes of sincerity.
With your hair hidden by my hands away from the window's critics, my boots loosen and the knots twitch less against the thin layer of resting protocols.
Tools to sedate my neuroses.
The glitter of chrome fails in my camera's lens. A failure to assure my hopes not to climb into my throat.
Answering machines. Counting few pennies which were several.
It is not you or the grey cat stealing from me.
In cups, I plot the orange cat's plans.
Visiting his memories this way for answers about a future.
Revealing to us all, my ideas should stay in your stomach.
I loved you for seven seconds.
My heart stolen on the eighth.
Weeks passing and bringing the rosary to a withered end.
The work-day is over.
I walk. Fainting on the bridges, on top of stone pathways once glowing
Blinking my eyes. Only the impression I close them, it hangs in my head.
My hands fumble for the lives I've touched correctly.
Night falls, I notice it. My eyes close and open in the aluminum.
Yeast and a burred edge meet me in reflection.
Parallel tragedies. You heal mine and I see yours.
Raise your hand. Show me how it moves against the ceiling.
Very sedated. Insane to feel so happy without proper dosages.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
When I came back to school after being ill
and I got an ungodly amount of compliments on my weight,
something inside me sparked
my heart was beating so hard I thought it would stop
and I got a taste of a kind of happiness that I hadn't felt in a while-
happiness with myself.
Eventually the feeling subsided
as my meds were rearranged
switched around
dosages altered, types differed
and I started eating more again
and gained the weight back.
Now at 141 pounds
my mind is preoccupied
with daily fat and calorie intakes,
I keep reminding myself that
my stomach isn't growling,
it's applauding my strength and willpower
only giving in to the desire to eat
when I start to fall over.
1 sandwich,
turkey, lettuce, whole grain bread,
180 calories.
First and last thing today...
I promise.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
perpetual happenings, like rain sliding down my window and discarded filth on city streets, is what i often akin us to. our daring hands and youthful eyes got too caught up in the carefree dosages of first love. perhaps our parents taught us otherwise, but to this day i cannot remember. because when you entered my life like a revelation, it split into two parts. the before, without you. and the after, all you. the saddest thing being, i no longer know the girl who never worried about seeing ghosts after people left.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
1.29.
My Man
My Man
He
disappeared
again
He’s up in
the sky
Getting his
belt
Gonna make me
his girl
again
My Man
My Man
Gonna put me
in my place
again
He’s high
so high
on regulated
*****
Don’t overdose
off dosages
that set out
to become
oceans
Drinking
Jupiter’s gin
Getting drunk
So drunk
Spinning around
Falling down
Creating new
orbits
Galaxies within
Universe was
made
When My Man
made a
commitment
My Man
My Man
He’s craving
me again
In my bed
dark desires
and discipline
Telling me
how good
so good
I’ve been
Making it
hard
so hard
to repent
for what
I did
My Man
My Man
He ain’t
never
gonna ask
My Man
My Man
He is
begging
me for
forgiveness
I must be
The Queen
of the
******
I ain’t never
gonna give him
back
Your Man
Your Man
I’m making
him mine
again
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
roles and rolls,
eating my habits for breakfast
daily dosages of small hearts with big promises
and anyone can feel it's unacceptable
never thought you'd leave so suddenly
death lingers like a zombie
bruised heart and broken promises
later I'll redeem my honestness
and tell you I crumble every time you're not there
considering you're not him and
knowing you're better off without me
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
you were
the biggest folder
in my Evernote
labeled Prolix Ranter
because I got sick
of scrolling your ****
and wanted precise
dosages
I deleted it
then swallowed
my tongue
and for so long
no words would come
then you trickled in
iridescent thought bubbles
with minds and time
all their own
I don't know
how to pop them
but they sure as ****
know how to find me
and make my fingers
crave
the pen
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
*Parliamentary procedure and decorum will not work in modifying -
the government , war mongers understand nothing
save for the rifle , the pistol and the shotgun
Authority is a virulent poison dispensed
in small dosages throughout the life of the State , meant to inebriate the peasants , control freewill , to educate the young with propaganda ... 'Politicians' rule by fear and intimidation , amassing large militaries to carryout their doctrine in the name of 'peace'
Government will resort to wholesale death and destruction to secure their nationalist schemes* ..
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC