"druggies" poems
They call me Ghetto.
They call me
gunfights and drive-bys,
pregnant teens.
They call me Poverty,
and concrete winter walls
splashed with blood-red
graffiti.
They call me
junior-high druggies
and gang-banging muchachos.
They call me Mexico
like it’s a ***** word.
They call me Ghetto.
But haven’t they seen through
the white-washed walls
of the
“American Dream”?
Don’t they know hurt
and suffering,
imperfections
and neglect,
as well?
So call me Mexico;
call me Poverty;
call me Ghetto.
I am
run-down yards
filled with laughing brown children,
small apartments
bursting with the scent
of tamales,
mingled with joy and the chatter of relatives.
I am home-made tortillas
at Thanksgiving
and wrinkled hands pounding masa
at Christmas.
I am friendly smiles
and shouted jokes
followed by roaring
laughter.
I am the lilting syllables
of a beautiful
culture.
I am comfort.
They call me Ghetto
and so I am.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
If I should have a son,
Instead of mom, he's gonna call me Support
That way he knows, no matter what happens, I'll be there to hold open the heavy doors.
And I'm gonna paint the solar systems on the fronts of his game controllers
So he has to learn the entire universe before he can say "I'll school you in that!"
And he's gonna learn that this life will bury you
Deep
Underground
Wait for you to claw your way out just to throw dirt in your eyes
But not being able to see which way is up is the only way to remind your pupils how much they enjoy the beauty of this earth
And there is hurt here, that cannot be fixed by alcohol or drugs
So when he realizes Superman isn't coming, I'll make sire he doesn't have to wear the cape all by himself
"And sweetie" I'll tell him, "dont let your head get so big"
I know that trick, I've seen it a million times,
you're just looking to impress that pretty girl on the cheer squad who picks on other kids to adjust her own self worth
Or better yet, date the girls getting picked on, then dump her to adjust YOUR self worth.
But I know he will anyways
So I'll always keep an extra supply of "I taught you betters" and "Treat girls rights"
Even though all boys learn that at a young age...
Okay, most boys don't,
But that's what moms are for
They'll teach you to be amazing husbands if you let them.
When he opens his hands to catch, and drops the ball
When the girl he likes says no to going on that date with him
when it feels like the world is crashing in
Those are the days he has all the more reason to say thank you,
because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the sun refuses to stop kissing the horizon, no matter how many hours it must spend spinning away.
And yes, on a scale of one to greatest, moms pretty much know it all
But I want him to know that this world will throw curveballs that I can't see
And he can't be afraid to put on his mitt and catch it himself
"And sweetie" I'll tell him
Remember your momma is a queen, and your poppa is a king
and you are the boy with big eyes and a willing heart who never stops trying
Your aren't big yet, but don't stop growing
And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip peer pressure and sin under your door and give you hand outs on street corners of druggies and defeat.
you tell them
that they really outta meet
Your Mother
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Let us slowly make our descent,
Through Hell's path, broken and bent.
To the depths of Hades door,
Otherwise known as Druggies Galore.
Your fix clutching frantically at your throat,
Now don't you wish you had chosen a different life boat?
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
They Seem ...
STRANGE ... To Me ...
Don't They ... To You ... ?!?
The Things That People ....
Sometimes .... Do .... ?
Don't Worry Folks ...
I'll ... Give You PROOF ...
That People ... Make ...
Some ... FUNNY Moves ... ?!?
How About ... THIS ... ?
To ... Start Things Off ...
OUTRAGE ... Over .... !!!!!!!!!
Coc' Head " .... MOSS ...
" APOLOGIES " .....
And ... Sponsorship GONE ... !!!!!
Just ... LOCK HER UP ... !!!
Hasn't She ... Done WRONG ... ?!?
Well ...
FRIEND of Hers' ...
"WITHIN" ... The BIZ' ...
Are Showing Support ...
For ... " POOR Katie " ... !!!!!!
People Like ........
Ahhh Yes ... ROBBIE ... ??!??
"Leave her alone !!!" ...
Is ... Robbies' PLEA ... ?
Could There Be ... ?
Some More ... " Druggies " ...
Getting ... LOADS ... !!! ...
of ... CASH MONEY ... ???
While Others ...
Live In ... " Poverty " ... !!!?!!!
Take Your Time .........................
And ... Think It Through ..........................
While I ... Give You ...
Some More Proof ...
That People Make ...
The ...
STRANGEST Moves ... ?!?
Why Do Girls ... ?
Act So ........ Aloof .......... ?!?
And ... Make Men Feel ....
That ... They Aren't Cool ...
But Get ... UPSET ...
When Men ... REJECT ...
The Chance To ... Talk ...
And ......................................... IGNORE Them ... !?!
Maybe Because ......................
They're Getting ... WET ...
And KNOW They Want Them ...
..... In Their Bed ..... !!!!!
Girls Like THIS ...
Just ... Get Me VEX ... !!!
They ... Act As Though ...
What's In Their Head ...
Should Make A Man ...
Kneel Down And ... BEG ...
Just To .... Spend ....
Some Time With Them ... !!!?!!!
That's Why I Wrote A Piece ...
Called ... " *** and Texts " ...
Cos' ... Texting Now ...
Leaves Me ... " PERPLEXED " ... ?
I've ... Said It Before ...
And Will ... Say It AGAIN ... !!!
That's NO WAY ...
To ... Communicate ... !!!!!
But Nowadays ....
It's Used In Ways ...
That ...
May Make STRAIGHT MEN ...
Become ... GAY ... !!!!!!!!!!!
That's Why I Like ...
To KEEP Girls' Texts ...
And Use Their Words ...
To ... Get Them VEX ... !!!
"Remember your text ?
Should I show you babe ?"
"NO cos', that's not what I meant,
I merely meant, can't we be friends."
"Ahhh friendship right
but. in your text,
the word, "Friendship",
was not transcribed ???"
"Well, you were supposed to RECOGNISE !"
"RECOGNISE What ?
Oh, read what you meant,
between the lines ?"
"NO, my text was just a text
let's move on, cos' now i'm Vex !"
SEE ... What I Mean !!!
Some Girls ARE STRANGE ... ?!?
And Sometimes ... " ACT " ...
Like They're ... " DERANGED " ... !?!
It Seems ... Some Girls ...
DON'T Use Their Brains ... !!!!!
That's Why These Days ...
I Now ... REFRAIN ...
From ... Getting Into ...
Womens' Games ... !!!
How About THIS ... ?
My Friends And I ...
Were ... Just In FITS ... !!!!!
You Get ... "INTIMATE" ...
With A ... PRETTY Girl ...
But See That She's ...
In ... " HER OWN WORLD "... !!!
She Says ...
"Let's keep a low profile !"
So ...
You Say ... " Cool " ...
But Here's The ... " Move " ...
In PUBLIC ... She Now ...
.... " IGNORES You " ....
You ... " Do Your Do " ...
But Then ... When You ...
Start ... " Making Moves " ...
With ... OTHER People ...
In The ... Room ....
Here It Comes ... !!!!!
You KNOW The Move ... !!!
She ... Makes A SCENE ...
In Front Your Crew ...
And STORMS Outside ... !!!!!
But ... When We Leave ...
She's ... Waiting There ...
Wearing ... YES ...
A ... CHEEKY Smile ...
You ... Play It Out ...
"What was that about ?" ...
But Then She Starts ...
To ... RUN HER MOUTH ... !!!!!
That's ...
When You Say ...
"Okay, I'm out !" ...
What Does She Do ... ?
Stand There And ... " POUT " ... !?!
Fellas ... Know The Coup ...
.... " NO DOUBT " ... !!!!!!
It's ...
NOT JUST GIRLS ...
But ... Fellas Too ...
Who ... Sometimes Make ...
These ... STUPID Moves ... !!!!!!!!!
Which ...
Brings Me Back ...
To The ... " Question " ...
........ " Phew " ........ !!!!!!!
The Things That People
Sometimes ... DO .... ???
" Seem Strange To Me ...
Don't They To ... YOU ? "
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Once we're on the slippery slope,
With assisted suicide,
That's when the sick people,
Have nowhere left to hide,
Now that the clock is ticking,
Where will it all stop,
Next is the old folk,
We'll chop them till they drop,
Down Syndrome men and women,
Elderly, infirm who can tell,
Doctors must authorise,
Shipman did that well,
Then there's the druggies,
We'll have to use a rope,
Injection would be stupid,
Like giving them more dope,
They'll not be the last,
The unemployed are next,
They'll not be sent a letter,
We'll do it all by text,
Get them all lined up,
We'll do them one by one,
Give them the death injection,
Nowhere left for them to run,
The fat ones need to go,
Costing too much cash,
Eating too much food,
Use a knife to slash,
If your neighbour's a bit different,
You know, a bit like that,
Take out your weapon,
And stab him in the heart,
Clear the jails out,
The place if your a crook,
If we need more killers,
It's the very place to look,
Dignitas will be redundant,
We'll **** them all in house,
It'll be good business,
Shooting them just like grouse,
Forget about the smokers,
Assisted suicide's not their game,
With their lungs and breath failing,
They're dying just the same,
Life is so **** precious,
Killing's against God's law,
Commandment number six,
One of ten we shouldn't withdraw.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
The reason there aren't so many vampyres
around these days is they don't like TV hype
and the intrusions of TV news crews. It transpires
that vampyres prefer late hours and like low light levels
because they're egregarious and don't like to be seen inebrious
in the middle of their heinous, intravenous revels.
Also, unfavorable reviews about transfusions
and the confusion caused by AIDS, at this juncture,
has definitely reduced the appeal of being seduced
by some crazed and gurgling Transylvanian
bloodsucker lusting to puncture the jugular,
or any other available vein again,
especially when you don't know if they've disinfected their fangs
or only licked them after draining their last victim.
After all, vampyres were brought up in castles
when there weren't antiseptics for gargles
and they haven't been taught prophylactic criteria
against such apocalyptic viral bacteria.
And if you've ever seen vampyres with condoms
on their teeth, you'll know what I mean.
It's a scream. Everyone finds them hilarious. It'd be easier
to die laughing than to go down with anemia.
Also, like everyone else, vampyres hate ridicule.
No-one likes being seen as the fool.
And the other reason vampyres are scarce now
is that there are so many genuine muggers, hoods, crims,
druggies, financial leeches, homicidal maniacs,
psychopathic liars and genocidal tendencies to conjure up real fears
out there, that there's not much room left for quaint old-fashioned vampyres, poor dears.
But do you know something? Even though they were naughty,
I miss their occasional **** I know it was gory,
but those kisses, oh boy. We got into the femoral artery inside the thigh. It was ***** But when AIDs came along,
that was it. Definitely bye-bye. Nobody wanted to die.
These are the facts.
So these vampyres were starving and they reverted to bats.
Did a midnight flit,
and that's the end of my story.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
When I was young
I learned how to dive into my emotions
I learned how to wrap myself
in my regret and fill myself
with relics of isolation,
I learned that my tears
were to be compared to the bottom of the ocean
for both the saltiness
and the amount of them.
I learned how to cheat my way
into straight A's
because suddenly I wasn't at the top of the class
I was diving to the bottom,
with the druggies and the criminals.
I learned how to move my fingers
along the fret board of another man's "love"
and how to make him sing louder than a microphone
would ever allow for
I learned to dive into what most would consider immorality.
I learned to inhale whatever I could,
tobacco, *** and whatever lingered in the oxygen in between
and I learned to dive through the labyrinth of smoke
that it would produce.
I learned to steal for what I needed
because I didn't have the money to eat lunch
or for new clothes
I learned to dive into the world that I'd scoffed at
a year ago
the world of the beggars and the choosers
the stealers and the 'losers'
called out by self-proclaimed winners.
I learned to trace raindrops on a window
and recite my dreams in the form of broken hearts
and song lyrics
I learned to dive into myself.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
"Pass me a shroom, give me the **** hit up the ****** tap on the alcohol, and trip out on acid." That's what they all say in this world; that's how they get their high. But for you; I see it in your eyes Haley. You get a different high. No, you're not high on living life. You are high on trying to figure out how to life life. You hurt and I see that. You take away calories to increase your happiness. Some add more **** to there needle to increase their happiness. Whether you are taking or adding; you are hurting. What was your gateway? Was it the scale? The girl in the magazine sitting on the shelf? How about the "pretty, skinny girls" in bikinis at the beach? Like everything bad in life there is always a start to it. Some become a drug addict by smoking a cigarette; "oh, ill just do it once". Was it that way with you Haley? Just one less helping of the side that was for dinner, just one less snack, just one less meal. We always have false realizations for our self and it ***** we discover them in such a bad way. Did you enjoy the control that you could and can have over food? "They can't make me eat any more than i want do". Druggies like the lose of control too. They feel at ease with themselves in the moment and maybe the next few days; maybe you did too Haley. Druggies have close friends they smoke around, they don't dare let in newbies. I heard of your friend, Ana. She sounds like a scary person; yet you are aspiring to be her. Haley, you've got so much more to give and experience then these foul emotions. With all things in life there must be an end; this is your time to start a new chapter. Learn to live without your addicting. You can do it. 1 in ever 200 women have an eating disorder; 1 in every 300 are addicted to drugs. You can beat this.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
She was a carefree soul
in an uptight world
Just trying to fit in.
Looking for love
in all the right places
that's how her story begins
Her mama didn't want her,
Her daddy didn't know her,
so she ran away
Looking for love
in all the wrong places
as she does to this day
Men her daddy's age
Drug are all the rage
Disco ***** Stripper Poles,
Needles and Sin
Married at 18
seemed like the right thing
drugs, an abortion, then a baby girl.
Why she had me
I'll never know
I didn't fit into her world
She found love
in the form of a son
for a time it was enough
A walk with God
She claimed she was on
But satan called her bluff.
Many men, any age
Drugs are still all the rage.
Barstools, Stripper poles
Needles and sin
She left us
at an early age,
Teenage girl and boys times 2
Searching for happiness
in all the wrong places
is watch she HAD to do.
Being a mother
To my little brothers
We got through life ok.
Hoping and dreaming
wishing and praying
Our mother would find her way.
All these men, every age,
Ice is now all the rage
Sleepless nights, alcoholic life,
Needles and Sin
On the streets
is where she lives
druggies are her friends.
Countless ways
to try to save her
But there is no end.
Is this the life
she dreamt of having
All that time ago?
A beautiful daughter, two talented sons
and grandkids she'll never know.
Any man, whatever age
Homelessness all the rage.
Self deception, mind corruption
Needles and sin.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
I wake up at 7 AM, its raining, go figure. I catch the bus by Cohen’s Food Co., soaked, on the bus now, and the windows are down. Lucky me. I brought my big Boss head set because last night the convenient apple iPod ear buds got soaked too. I guess it was karma. But at least these have good bass. Transit bus, not yet to arrive to the station, we travel over a vi doc, the distant fogged *** view? A St Louis skyline. Busy people in and out of the station. Babies. Druggies. Fuglies. The woman in front of me has no teeth. She kept doing a ritual gum technique with her lips. Smacking them inward as if her teeth were actually there. **** I ride for awhile through the town. The plainest Jane land around, at least this Monday morning it was. My feet can’t touch the bus floor when I sit in the back. I like this, it reminds me of trips to California when I was small. The rental car was boring though once we got off the plane, Dad was asleep through the whole desert interstate. And my birthday, and your birthday. I’m at school. This junior college of filth. Free coffee though, I take a high advantage. MATH DRILL. Math. Simplifying the trickiest equations. Ratios and angles. Lateral products and dividing something half way through solving the problem. ***** math. 30 minute break. Smoking section. Nice little ash trays they supply, it would be a total turn off to walk far for a smoke in the wind. More coffee, I hate the taste, but need the caffeine. Second class starts. Writing. I like writing, but the projector smart board was broken, so we covered grammar from a text. We read something about complete sentences in the early 1920’s. In Europe. They would try as little as possible to use add verbs. Re-read this.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
Every now and then,
When I'm sitting alone in my
Pajamas, with a cup of hot
Chai tea and a dash of honey
In the morning
I sit against the wall
I breathe in and out
Once, twice, a few more times
And then I let down the
Gate in my mind
And my thoughts
Prance in the field of
Morbid dreams
I imagine my death
And I wonder just who
Would bother to show
And I wonder if
That boy, yeah, that one,
The one I loved for
Five years,
Would anyone even
Tell him?
Or would he be too busy
Shooting up, getting drunk,
Too busy trying to attempt
Inadvertent suicide?
I picture my mother
In her pressed black pants
And her modestly sequined
Funeral blouse that I've only
Seen three times or so
She'd rip the glasses off of her
Head and scream at my father
*Why was she such a *****
Didn't she know I loved her?*
Yeah, Ma, I knew
I knew you loved me when
You grounded me for an A-
I knew you loved me when
You glared at the food on my
Plate,
After I hadn't eaten in a week
And huffed,
*You're going to eat that?
Do you want to be an elephant
Or something?*
I knew when you read my
Diary in seventh grade
And yelled about all of the
Deep secrets I wrote to paper
I knew when you told me
How disappointed you were
When you swore you'd never
Ever
Be proud of me
Then my mind wanders over
To my father
The big teddy bear
Graying scalp, icy eyes
His suit from 1977
That always made me laugh
And I let myself wonder
If he would even
Bother to cry
I skim across my friends
Druggies
Thieves
Liars
Cheaters
They'd miss me, wouldn't they?
Last, I ponder over
Who would show up
That I wouldn't even want
To be there
The people I've crossed
And thrown away
The ones I loved
And wrote off
I'm sure there would
Be plenty of those
Spewing lies about
How I used to be
And it all swirls together
Down Tornado Alley
My ex's lack of interest
My mother's bleeding heart
My father's vacant stare
My friends' misplaced grief
My enemies' back stabbing falsehoods
And I wonder if any
Of these people
Would honestly be able to say
That they knew me at all...
Meanwhile, the Christmas music
My mother loves to blast
Flows down the hallway and
Under my door
*Fa la la la la
La la la la...*
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 5:35 AM UTC
HANGING WITH THE GALLO(W) BROS.
Coked out
Strung out
Flipped out
Had my share of friends
Blow their brains out
But still I went back out
And hung out with the Gallo brothers
And the drunks and the druggies and the homeless and the insane
Downtown at two in the morning.
Little did I know,
The Gallo Brothers were leading me to the gallows
Dead woman walking
Hanging out with them,
I was killing myself slowly
Too cowardly to flat out pull the trigger and get it done with,
I just squeezed it a bit
With two, three, four visits a day
From the dynamic dastardly duo.
Sometimes we hung out at Sutter Home
I remember the plastic thunk of bottles
In my purse on the way there.
The glass-laden Gallo Brothers sometimes made a bit too much noise
When stealth was called for,
So no one else would catch on to what I was doing.
So no one would catch onto the feelings I tried burying,
The demons I tried to drown,
Who were squeezing the life out of me
Feeling horrible, unworthy
Always going back on my misery.
Tremors, delirious
Delirium tremens
So shaking I can’t even double-fist
A single can of soda
I reached for the only help I’ll accept
I grabbed on tight to their hands
Even though my body turned it down
Rejecting, ejecting
Spewing, spitting their help
Back in their faces
“I wish I knew how to quit you”
My body told them
But the Brothers were a violent lot
Beating me into submission
When my mind was under their influence
Sometimes I’d do the craziest ****
For friends who didn’t know better,
Didn’t have my best interests at heart
Were -bent on my personal destruction.
Talk about peer pressure!
Doing, saying things I normally wouldn’t!
They made me go against the grain of everything decent and good about me.
Some friends just aren’t worth having
I learned that lesson the hard way
Cutting ties with the Gallo Brothers...
The hardest thing I ever did!
But... the only way to keep Dead Woman Walking
From becoming Dead Woman Hanging around
at the morgue instead of the Gallo Brothers’ house.
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC
all eyes,
all on me,
all eyes,
hanging
all over me.
milk the silence.
fingertips trace the
splintered podium.
clear my throat,
once,
twice.
"We shoulduh' seen this coming."
great opener.
**"Our end was scored
by symphonies of sitcoms,
reality television, coffeehouse blenders,
and fanatical braking.
Our pride in resilience was the
spark that lit the powder keg.
Foreigners couldn't stop us,
for we stopped letting 'em in years ago.
Time couldn't stop us,
for our bodies are made of plastic,
and words don't dent us,
for our emotions are backed by
the most stubborn of metals.
We broke love when we were still young.
All us boys were aiming for quick fixes,
and all you girls were aiming for margarita mixes.
Ladies decided they wanted to nest around the
smoking age,
and if they were attractive enough,
us boys bit.
We all got divorced.
We all got into politics.
Some of us died for a country,
but none of us are sure why.
Some of us ran from debt,
some recorded folk songs on laptops,
some sexed their way out,
some drank themselves to death.
We shoulduh' seen this coming.
But we didn't, so that makes you and I, the idiots.
The smart ones had foresight,
and departed us early.
Now we idiots look to the murderous sky,
and wait."**
all eyes,
all on me,
all eyes,
hanging
all over me.
milk the silence.
i raise my arms up,
as though the crowd is crucifying me.
they want to finish their burgers.
they want to stroke each other's egos.
they want to pass the blame on some
distant land,
and stick boots up ***** and wave a few flags.
**"So civilization doesn't get to rust,
it goes out in a flash and is carried away as dust.
Mankind annihilates itself in a fit of boredom.
Get stoked for the funeral pyre."**
all eyes,
all on the ground.
all skin,
all plastic skin did melt.
all forgotten dreams,
all torn from hidden seams.
all the thin, the fat, the republican, the democrat,
all the white, the black, the chinese,
the arabs, the jews, the druggies,
the christians, the monkeys, mtv stars,
toilet seats, pamphlets,
all the newsreels, dvds,
collector's editions, suvs,
all fuse together,
all in one immaculate heat.
no one even got a chance to applaud.
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
All I’m beginning to feel is pain. My mind is buzzing and throbbing because I’ve shoved it out of sight. My chest aches from a diet of fried foods and breathing toxic conversation. My ears sting from biting criticisms my parents present of: homosexuals, the homeless, drug addicts, hippies, and myself. Ten days trapped, with no escape but my mind. I should have prepared better; brought armor and weapons, but nothing cuts through the opinions of the ignorant. Nothing can expose the lies they’ve fed themselves.
My mother loves “people watching” she says, but only from a safe distance. Far enough to see the grit, but not the despair.
My father is fickle, brooding and American. He can’t look foreigners in the eye and scoffs at language barriers.
Together they make assumptions: drug addict, idiot, fornicators, harlot, thief, terrorist, local, wealthy, foreign. Maybe they’re right to assume the negative; maybe they’re right when they say all the homeless are drug addicts. I hope not, I maintain faith, faith in the beauty of life, in the inherent differences we all possess, not in a God they say, says no to: liars, and ***** and prostitutes, and druggies, and the tattooed, I run, from them and their prayers, and arrogance and conclusions.
Smite me, parents, your darlingdaughter.
I’ve been all of those.
I lie to you, hide my true self, to spare you.
I’ve smoked ***
I’ve drank underage.
I’ve been a ****
I’ve been called a **********
I’ve loved the idea that love is real, whether you’re gay or straight.
You **** my faith, force in your ideals and chain me to a cross you’ve built yourselves of hypocrisy, of hate, of misunderstanding, of fear, of criticism. I struggle to get free. Defend my principles, play “devil’s advocate,” when you know as well as I, I’m not playing. I’ll prove it, be more than you’ll allow, do more than you want.
I’ll find more love than your Christianity-tainted mind can fathom.
I’ll explore the depths of the mind you’ll never know.
I’ll remember the love you made me forget.
I’ll make love to men without a ring on our fingers, and feel no remorse.
I’ll tattoo my body, to show the world the beauty of my mind.
I’ll buy a Koran because I see its beauty.
I’ll attempt to understand others.
I’ll give to the homeless, even if they’re drug addicts.
I’ll love everyone that’s real, because I can. Because it’s more important than God or war or assumptions or generalizations, or patriotism.
You think I’m rebelling?
No. no. no. I’m just living.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 8:36 PM UTC
I'm friends with the kids who smoke cigarettes
Instead of marijuana
The ones who drink vodak
instead of margaritas
The kids who wear all black
And pick pocket lighters
The ones who find home under bridges
And Mark them with graffiti
I'm friends with the kids who go to jail for joy riding thier parents Jeep
And not for getting into fights
We don't sleep at night
But instead we ride
Midnight fries at McDonald's
And 3am confessions
I'm friends with the weirdos
The druggies
The kids who listen to halsey
Before we listen to fetty
The kids who go to prom
Just to sneak out the back
And you may hate us
But we don't care
Because I'm friends with the people who are free
I'm friends with people who are happy
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
These little blue pills;
spheres labeled:
"A-215"
pharmaceutical-
synthetic heroine
cross w/ *****
Well.. they ripped
a new *******
in the youth.
Some say,
"they make
you feel
like...
Superman"
Some say,
"Nah man,
I don't
mess with
that ****
I didn't ever
get involved
with it
But I still
got to see
what they did
A few kids I know
went to rehab
and back
The smart druggies
say, "it's the rich
kids' crack"
Once you in,
you are in,
there is no hope
Once you broke,
no pills,
just straight to dope
My good friend
from home
is starting to use
Now all he
thinks of is
snorting them Blues
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
You steal my drugs
Take my money
You look at me and think
"What's wrong, honey?"
Go behind my back
Feed me ******** lies
I can never confront you
So I let it out and cry
You try to make me happy
In doing what you please
But don't you ever notice,
I'm everything but at ease
Your mad at me when I'm "not happy"
But that's because im "being ******
You've tried to mend these broken strings
But all you've done is break my wings
You ******* druggies
I can't take it anymore
I'm ready to leave
Break open a new door
One with a life of trust and respect
Where my life won't be
Such a wreck
It's my fault for enabling you
But you tugged at my heart strings
Guilt tripped me two for two
And here I am back at the start
Trying to build back up
What keeps falling apart
There's only so many times
I'll keep going around
Until Ive done my time
And I'm ready to bound
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
Him,
The sedutive, experienced guy,
The poison,
the drug per say,
You--
The kind, loving guy.
With no experience.
Antidote
I took the drug.
I got hooked.
Can't
See
Through
To
Grasp
The
Antidote
Its just,
Past,
My reach.
But I don't want it anymore.....
It is like being torn apart.
But think about it,
In the end,
I didn't try to fight off
the other "druggies" - women-
Wanting their "fix",
I took the
Antidote
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
There’s a corner of my basement
I can see it from the couch
It’s a doorway of light
Opening to a stairwell
A light is on near my bed
It’s small
A phone perhaps
I have headphones on
So It’s hard to sleep comfortably
I like to nestle my head into the crook of my arm
I stare at a worn down drop-ceiling
Those two lights are on either side of my vision
I keep waiting
I keep rolling into the cracks
I’ve had to adjust the cushions far too many times
A smile
A warmth
My eyes
I don’t want to swallow
The jar is closed
Pandora’s box of light opened while I streamed blues on Pandora
And I see the lights go static
They bend into each other in the dark
I wave my fingers in front of my face
I’ve probably killed a few brain cells here
Definitely.
Sorry Mom
I was bored and rubber cement is only 3.97
I’m drunk on a cleanse from oxygen
I’m sure my nostrils will thank me later
My brain could use an adhesive
Flexibility would bond loose ends
And repair the divisiveness
I have my hands in everything
And I can’t remember the last time I stepped in dog ****
But a hand in phylogeny is a backhand to Baptists
A hand in salvation is a slap in the face to the Darwinists I love everyday
I have a toast!
To the moment the rapture brings about our extinction my friends!
At least everyone thinks I’m stupid.
Right in the middle of the room is the right place to be
A bullseye for stone chuckers and monkey *******
A hand out for the druggies
And a jab at the churches who aren’t doing anything
A round of applause for cruel irony
And a finger turned up in a creative way to everyone who’s laughing at the episode
Vishnu would have a hay day
And I could use the extra hands.
Jesus’s are tied- I mean nailed up at the moment
But when miracles don’t happen anymore
Go read first Samuel, and you’ll see all this **** went down before
And there’s another cycle
History repeats itself
In through the nose and out through your mouth
Just keep a nostril over the jar
And don’t die
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Emptied bottles abandoned in a makeshift nest of expended needles
Wallpaper tearing, personified with mind-existent faces
Faces crying out, druggies are feeble
Thought *** was not dangerous, buds tweaked with laces.
Brave men and women all matching in green
Prepared for war, physically ready to fight
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, you'll never know what they've seen
Comrades dying, fearful crying, killing humans alike.
Forced to mature, parents not even related
A false family filling an insatiable pit of sadness
Baa baa, black sheep. Wool tainted.
Fake relatives, real emotion and belief. God Bless.
Destiny is cruel, less than two dollars of payment
Food scarce, enforcers feirce, assembly line continuous
Fingers bleeding and bruised? Keep working. Mentally spent.
Whips on the back, the pain gratuitous.
Nice family, good car, great job, years ago
Remnants of the past, rewinding in the form of dreams
Begging for money, mainly ignored, not seen as human anymore
Sleeping on park benches, tears releasing in streams.
Two to five things go wrong and you feel the need to complain?
Yeah. Life must be tough.
Your romantic interest leaves you and you feel insane?
Problems childish when compared to others, don't you think it's enough?
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
little creature
little creature
little creature
You talk the talk, all sunken-eyed from a not-so-scant dilaudid habit
but you are a dilettante and can't straight walk the walk
compared to she and I, the comparable brunettes.
You go to the bathroom and snort drugs off your lap b/c u r v sick.
When your girlfriend goes to rehab, don't call me to **** you.
You want to **** me because you like the idea of being loved
and you are two-years-too-late out of touch with being a scene queen,
draghino druggies into bathtubs and baking with Lil B.
You're slipping
and I know that, for sure,
because you tried to kiss me
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC