"dro" poems
My skin is p a l e
My body c o ld
And in my chest lies a broken heart of fools gold
My re alit y I on ce knew is ha z y a nd n on exist en t
It's grown old
And I'm becoming tired of being bold
And being told right from wrong
I'm sinking softly down when I don't know how to swim
Every inch that I further lose from possibility to stay afloat is lessening my want or need for a life boat
Every breath I attempt to take fills my lungs with ugly pseudonyms and sends me down deeper into my lonesome underpopulated town inhabited only by fragments of once strong relationships that i held so close to me that I c ould n't b reat h e, the relationships that kept my entire being from sinking in the first place.
I'm drowning and I can't see what's even in front of me
I'm a ship bound by anchor to the wrong bad habits of shedding my blood willingly to bloodthirsty ravenous sharks in the sea of my minds eye
This was once a safe harbor for the ones I kept close
The ones that knew what mattered to me and the ones I cherished most
Now its a sea full of gh o sts
Of the people I trusted them the most
I trusted them to not turn on me or use me like a host
And now I'm the one dro w ning
I' m so sca re d
Now when I share my harbor it feels so
U n fa i r
They don't understand what I risk give to let them be there
It never harbors in their heart as deeply as it does mine
The possibility of even defining how hard it is to let these ships safely pass through this harbor will now and forever never be able to escape my pale numbing lips
Only silence
Everything here is just riddled with murderous crashing waves
Any relationship that enters I try so desperately to save
And in that attempt
The harbor starts to misbehave
The waves destroy every boat or anything that floats
Anything at all to help me cope with being so alone or the feeling of even remotely being at home.
My fingertips are numb and cold and starting to fold and I can't feel those things I could before
I just want all of this over
N o m o re dro w n i n g
All my life boats have sunk
Now I'm just stuck
All these hands and graves are grabbing at me and pulling me down ev ery whi ch wa y at the
bott om of the
oce an
u nd er
al l
th e s e
h e a v y
waves.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
**** bruh! call a bomb squad (bo[ɑ]mb squa[ɑ]d)
for there's a bomb—
—shell here, whose rear evokes a somewha[ʌ]t
unholy, wrong thought (wro[ɑ]ng thou[ɑ]ght)
reminds him of a jihadi-done job (jihadi-done jo[ɑ]b)
'cause this bum's (boom) banging; this honey's dancing
boldly & lewdly, got his jaw dropped (ja[ɑ]w dro[ɑ]pped)
his sight's fixed on her hips, she's beyond hot (bey[ɑ]ond ho[ɑ]t)
this gal's freaking blazing
his hand's in offensive motion for her hind part
a haptic invasion
she moves on from wining to fondling, she's eager
such a luscious body, killer figure (body)
disguised with a tank
top with a low neckline & tight-fit cropped pants
she's like: "make me high like a rooftO̲p nearly reaching
the sky; give me a tI̲me so exquisite
that I̲'ll be left speechless
when this ro[ɑ]mp's over"
she's none short o'... a mind-blower, like a gun-toter
blowing a brain of a **** hound wrongdoing
('bout time to strike a hunting seas-on up on these ****
she digs vicious, dark-sounding music
but also doesn't mind to bounce her tushie
to 90-100 bpm party-sound tunes
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
I let the beat come in so can I commit a sin again,
With my friends, asking does this madness really ever end?
It’s cyclical, repetitive and cynical,
I’m a loser lost in the place where winners go,
Like a maze, without an exit in sight,
These type of thoughts keep me awake every night,
I can’t get an ounce of sleep, so I get a gram of dro,
And that keeps me problem free for an hour or so,
I know it’s wrong, sort of physiological dependency,
I struggle, feeling like the weight of the world’s been set on me,
I’m disassociated until I get a beat to slay, because
Writing helps me find just right where my place is,
If not, I get wasted, a drunk punk, faceless,
I know I’ve got a problem, but i’m too scared to face it..
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
to:
edward,
you
are
in our
breath.
r[ain
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on
ev
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fa
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usive.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
I press the scalding hot washcloth against my face while it's still soaking wet and inhale. This is what it feels like to drown. I think about your eyes, how they are so dark, like solar eclipses and I think about how your nails leave crescent moons in my heart. This is what it feels like to fear. In a dream, your weight is resting on my neck and you tell me to tell you that I love you, but the minute I open my mouth, my throat is filled with butterflies and my trachea snaps. This is what it feels like to love. I take off my black lacquer polish and I can't hide the blood under my fingernails anymore. This is what it feels like to know. Your mouth touches my face again and again and I cannot break away to take a breath and I am overtaken by the sweetest darkness. This is what it feels like to die. This is what it feels like to drown. I am drowning drowning drowning drowning drowning drowning dro
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
Sit back, relax, these cravings make this couch feel like rehab
out of reach of my stash, feel like I'm crashin' but I already crashed
been here since work an' I can't feel my feet, crap!
Sit up, and remember everything that you tried to keep from thinkin' of
your account, the amount, dropping like doves
in these times of war, no heroes just ****** nerdin' out on the game of life
trying step it up on the score boards, tryin' ta live like lords in this world
that has no law, why not be an outlaw, tough cuffed, straight jaw
dealin' out pain like a war god, Kratos, dime bags is small tomatos
when you could push yayo, one call to my man and I could get a crateful.
****** if I ain't a salesman, slanging nuns chewy doobies on the side, call me satan
and I'm the king of this world, it's hell, try escapin', I could have it
in the palm a' my hand if I made a move but then I gotta choose, play my luck
trust my ******* gut to keep from getting cut, like it's my only homie but he only knows
me cause I was pushing dro with the stonies.
I don't want a knife in my back, a run in with the feds or getting popped by the caps
tryin' ta dodge traps laid by cats that is jealous of my stacks,
I want a paradise where we all make racks, blast our music, blaze it fat, and all rap
sleep with both eyes closed, no need to watch our back,
too bad we were born in a world ruled by cash,
ain't never gonna have a globe like that...
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Why not just let my mind flow
Straight off the top
Like I was cultivating dro
Stay on top
Don't fall behind
Because when you do
You start running out of time
I'm always looking
To the left and to the right
But when the hatred comes near
I'm on it full sight
That's my life
And I will respect it
Except for a few things
That came unexpected
Like the lippin'
Straight **** talkin'
Always trippin'
No good stalkin'
Always saying false statements
Getting caught up in the net
They forgot they're placement
And they say that I'm next
Yet when I come near
They become full of fear
And dread the wrath of me
When I come in next year
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
I'm so high but I feel so low
See people say they care but I feel so low
That's why I'm stuck smoking this dro
What the **** am I crying for
I can't chill cause my mind is sore
Fighting off the demons in my head causing a war
Man I don't even know what the **** is real anymore
I'm losing sleep
Cut bad and the wounds is deep
Hot headed because my blood begins to heat
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I just a ************ that doesn't know his own life
Am I just a ************ that doesn't know what's right
Cause if I am I don't deserve to live
Treated so many people wrong the guilt is big
But ************* I'm back
Say it louder
IM BACK
***** *** ***** *** ***** little ****
no my vocabulary ain't good one bit
I say what the **** I like
if you ain't like it taste the bottom of my nikes
cause I'll kick your *** in the ************ face
Put you *** back in your place
If you trippin better fix your lace
Don't make the mistake
Cause when I'm back
Louder!!
***** *** ***** when I'm back
I'm out of my mind like all the time
And all the time I'm in my mind
Don't bring your ******** to me they'll learn
Cause everything you say in hell will burn
Don't decide, if its a lie
don't cry, put the ******** aside
take your time, and everything will be fine.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
we get high on playground sets
without a scrape or bruise
masters of hiding seek, we got nothin else to lose
shining like gold stars, empty as outer space
too young to tell time, so anywheres the right place
guard up taking shots in the rooms we learned to walk in
glassy eyes on the dresser prayin no ones gonna walk in
grew up without a past, time movin way too fast for us
threw out all our watches close your eyes take a drag with us
down the ***** streets playin hop scotch and jump rope
red rovers long gone like we're too lost to come home
backyards blowin dro, fast cars, slow-motion
no parents no phones light up with no emotions
what happened to sleep overs or long nights alone
without repressed conflicts sparking up a bowl
this neighborhood isnt big enough for adventures
this surburban paradise is slowly wasting away
with our old childhood games
the playground is rusting, our jumpropes are gone
the lady who gave us snickers on halloween has passed on
like the lightning bugs we caught in jars
the only thing that hasnt changed are the perfectly manicured lawns
hiding our demises in a cinderella jewelry box
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
m
my
my t
my th
my tho
my thou
my thoug
my though
my thought
my thoughts
my thoughts a
my thoughts ar
my thoughts are
my thoughts are d
my thoughts are dr
my thoughts are dro
my thoughts are drow
my thoughts are drown
my thoughts are drowni
my thoughts are drownin
my thoughts are drowning
my thoughts are drowning m
my thoughts are drowning me
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
.
Shop
till you drop
Shop till you d
rop Shop till you
drop Shop till you
drop Shop till
you drop Shop
till you d rop
Shop t ill y ou
drop Shop till
you drop Shop
till you dro p
Shop t il l you
drop S hop till
you d rop Shop
till you drop Shop till you
drop Shop till y ou drop shop
till you drop shop till you
drop shop dropshoptil
You drop.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Laze on the couch, sideways,
watching ants attack waed on the gift box
top, Magic, worst thing to teach kids
with addictive tendencies, those who fill
holes with things they hope won't deteriorate
in time after all of the money they paid
Bills stack, get paid, too, but the space left
is huge, too gaping for the remaining
messed up bunch of tight, clinched presidents
Never thought Washington bought ice cream
and got fat, or thought that Jackson dug green,
pipe cleaned, choked on **** til oxygen be
came an old means, but here I slink, giving them
to family, so I can recede comfortably on
an old futon with broke dreams, with full sink,
two XLs, to be honest, it feels too real,
feels too deep, feels like I best hold home
and blow dro, sleep to the X-bone beep.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
I am I...
I am the the right of the wrongs
that rubber cement
the name of the game
I add links to the chain
re arrange the brain.
I am I...
I come from the west and traveled to the east coast
I am the earth the universe and this globe
I am I...
I paradoxically transfix your mental state changing the frontal lobe.
I am the blood and the veins of this country the crescendo of the symphony
don't **** with me
I am I...
I am the fist of power
I am the topic of the hour
the dro and the sour
I am the dopest of the dope yo the most of the most.
I am I...
Praise me.
raise your cup to me first.
dream and reflect//project yourself into the sky
I am I...
I am the knots,
the intricate seams
at the end of the rope
the drugs in your veins the perfect acid dose.
I am I...
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Parking lot carwash Sign:
FOR USA
Eses and esas
listenin to oldies
playing with Hoses
Four güeros pull up
eight *****
up their noses
Roll down the
window give the
cholos some props
"Hey guys..glad
your supporting
the country"...
everything
goes silent
you
ca
n
h
e
a
r
a
p
i
n
dro
p
......"whatchoo talking 'bout ese.....this is For Us Eh!"
Crank the Johnny Chingas back up, the hoses all squirting
as the white boys drive off
in their own **** stained dump
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
Don't tell me how to live my life
If you try than you know you'll be seeing the light
cause I ain't with that ********
talking about being a bad *****
and your selfishness
becomes the innocents
of what nature calls
up in the college straight smoking in the halls
I don't hear a word you said
Bass so loud busting the ear drums out my
head
Living life big
smoke none but **** cause we don't **** with cigs
party all night
till we see the sun light
so once again
Dont tell me how to live my life if yours haven't began
Don't tell me how to live my life
Smoking that Dro so that I feel alright
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
——————————————————————————
strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
——————————————————————————
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Telephone poles flicker past
Eating up this tarmac
Only one speed, fast
Racing like we're on a track
Smoke rollin out the window
Cold brews in the console
Eyes closing from the dro
Bodies loose from the alcohol
Jammin them back road tunes
This is how we roll
Peanut butter and mushrooms
Some X for a real good stroll
Feelin like we're floatin
You know we're totin
Driving round and round
So lost we don't wanna be found
Sounds dangerous you say?
You may think me insane
But I find it all mundane
It's just an average weekday
Hittin the road I call it
Covering county after county
If the authorities only saw it
We'd fetch a hefty bounty
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
**** bruh! call a bo[ɑ]mb squa[ɑ]d
'cause she's a bomb—
—shell, whose rear evokes a somewha[ʌ]t
unholy, wro[ɑ]ng thou[ɑ]ght
reminds him of a jihadi-done jo[ɑ]b
'cause this bum's (boom) banging; this honey's dancing
boldly & lewdly, got his ja[ɑ]w dro[ɑ]pped
she's beyo[ɑ]nd "ho[ɑ]t"
this gA̲l's freaking blazing
his hand's in offensive motion for her hind part
a haptic invasion
she moves on from wining to fondling, she's eager
like someone punished by dI̲nt of
a guillotine, his head's lost as she seductively strI̲ps her—
—self naked; she says: "make me
high as a rooftO̲[ɑ]p nearly reaching
the sky; give me a tI̲me so exquisite
that I̲'ll be left speechless
when this ro[ɑ]mp's over"
she's none short o'... a mind-blower, like a gun-toter
blowing a brain of a power-drunk mo'fuh
————————————————————————————————
she goes out just like a la[ɛ]mp as a co[ɑ]n—
[the "out like a light" expression]
—sequence of their bout of high-octane carnal fun
as against the hero of tonight who ca[ɛ]n't catch
sleep; he's still wide awake af—
—ter more than ane half
of a twenty-fourth of day passed
his mind's got diverse thou[ɑ]ghts
going one after another, like a race track
occupied by sport cars
he's a nobo[ɑ]dy who's ended
up having a great tI̲me with a splendid
woman, which he's now lying in bed with
with his existence being nO̲ne but pathetic
he's been, like a person with whom O̲ne isn't ca[ɛ]ndid
in the dark &, processing the world as highly offensive
from a sociopolitical point, wa[ɑ]nting a vengeance
just li̲ke vigila[ɛ]ntes
he's up in arms, due to pieces of vI̲ce-ridden dreck with
their eyes blinded with pelf &
power; a hE̲A̲rt-damaged a[ɛ]nti—
—hero with little avE̲nues to spout the
anger, who seems to have found a
source of light he doesn't wish to be outta
he hopes she won't slyly desert him
the subsequent morning
if she arises before him
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 4:12 AM UTC
Each generation of we-bots
installs an app called "Been Forgots"
(of-the-wheres), we came from long ago.
So, each can play their special part
in life, just one great big, freak, show.
Hairies, fairies, ordinaries
hybernating with trolls and stealths.
Hypertexting to alternate selfs
churning, burning, always, on - the - go.
Grinnin as-if all is peachy.
"It's like they have and endless supply
of hi-grade hy-dro!"
So, drink eight ounces e-v-ery day,
Eat an apple every night
(you add ten gigs with every bite).
Bytes! Liquids help the data flows.
PS: garbage in, garbage out,
power down nightly, for upgrades of, your "knows".
Blowing, wafting, in the cool breeze,
the exhalations of the trees.
Solid ground on which we walk,
becomes the tongue, with which we talk.
The seeds we planted last December
will bloom into beauitful fragrants.
Take a sniff. Now, remember.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
So the tampered chapter masterd laughter together better temper weather never remember pleasure lightly lefty rightsie respected highly buying timely only rhyming cuz we're complying laws to physics business finished dimmest digits little miggits pigeons figgin hidden prisons demons breathin bleedin heathens feelings composed flow with dro.....
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Left in the dark and put away..
F a d e a w a y. Another day...
Like shrooms waiting to be eaten.
A sick Awakening. I'm beaten.
Eaten. Get away .
No blood but she's bleeding.
...to be taken far far away is what she will always b screaming.
No sleep but im dreaming
I yearn, like some dro seeds in dark, cold and put away waiting to be reborn..
will i bloom one day like them... instead of going further away..is it my turn?
She's not okay,
it's not gonna be a long day it's gonna be a long life....so they say.
B l a z e through this m a z e,
a phase of dismay ZE.
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:33 PM UTC
...........................................................................sa-..................................
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m-
e I
am
dro
wni
ng in my
own emot ions
please save me
from myself I am drown
ing in my own thought
and I keep sinking
deep er into thou
ghts I need you
to pull me up
to safety befo
re I disapp
ear into the
darkest
depths
bel
ow
p
l
e
a
s
e
h
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l
p
m
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.**
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
(1) As you drift in shades of blue...
Crying in the shower,
Popping pills,
Crying in the still of night,
Throwing back shots,
Crying when prying eyes turn away,
Lighting a bowl of dro.
(2) As you float through grey depths...
Everything is plain,
Everything takes tremendous effort,
Everything is hazy,
Nothing is spectacular,
Nothing bursts with flavor,
Nothing encourages you to breathe.
(3) As you dance in spurts of white...
Your heart hammers wickedly,
Your blood races violently,
Your whole body tremors with anticipation,
Uncalled for actions are executed,
Demon angels whisper in your ear,
Sweet lies and hallucinations become your truth.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
I should warn you
I am made of glass
spli nters for fingers
one touch and there’ll be
a wicked
crack
as part of me ruptures
like a wound breaking open
again
you can paint me
whichever colour you like
but whether I’ll stay that way
is another question
and that’s all there’ll be
questions dro
ppi
ng like hail
with a thunderous smack
and sandcastle answers
sturdy at first
but quick to cr
um
ble
in the brittle distance
of a second
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC