"oxycodone" poems
Today I walked in from work
Making my way throught the strange and quiet house.
I couldn't understand when I walked into my room and saw you snuggled in my blanket
My bed has never looked so warm and so inviting
Your red hair spilling all over the pillows
Cascading into the shadow
I laid down fully dressed
Laying there in a dream
You are evreything that I will ever need
My best friend
pocketwatch
rain cloud
kissing booth
So strange to see your lips agian
Pursed and perfect
Red stained Beautiful
All so warm and simple
Not like the others
Her whole life is sweet and gentle
You can watch the parts of my life you touch
Turn away from the stoney lonesome
Your vines, your ivy, sweet smelling flowers
Wearing angel soft petals bloom in the pale moon
So what is left for me?
What more do I need?
I have my "Shelter from the Storm"
So
a long tired kiss is in order
on sleeping lips
soft and unkowing
Curling up in the warmth next to her
The flower wrapping her warm petals about me
I need nothing else in this world
As I begin to drift off into sleep so complete
A rustling on the bed beside me
Warm lips touch my ear
I hear her breathe "thank you"
and like that she left me there
I wake up alone
On this old couch
Sunlight creeping in through the broken blinds
In this trash apartment
In this nowhere town
Sober
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
first woke up 8:23
went back to bed
(oh so hungover)
woke again 9:30, rubbed my eyes then
drank 2 ½ glasses water/puked. felt slightly better
but not perfect so
sat down on the couch in the dark
blinds closed
and read a book
(desolation angels - kerouac)
until my headache [sorta] cleared.
drank ¾ cup orange juice to take w/medication, antibiotics
(just got my wisdom teeth pulled)
and one tab oxycodone.
stopped reading (couldn't say why ... )
then sat lotus on the table by the window
writing/picked up jon's banjo n thought up
a neat (simple) roll, played classical guitar too
---watching girls.
did that til i got bored, or the girls stopped
walkin' by (1 of the 2)
so i washed dishes for the fellas
grabbed a longboard from by the door
rode over to the LCBO for some beers,
passed the ShortStop on the way back and got an Arizona
to have w/my Romeo y Giulietta on the tour home.
when i got back jon was up
(wearing a blanket)
making scrambled eggs --- heavy on the onions,
using all the dishes i just washed..
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
On top of a stained mattress
There is no love,
just oxycodone-loading-
and memories, "Tender, please"-
take ten of these-don't fake a dose
because I am close.
I am close.
I am close to you.
I feel okay, I feel okay
Well, I don't know-I don't show.
"Wait, don't go."
I feel okay, I feel okay
We don't show, no.
"Wait, don't go."
There are only memories
of when we were young guns.
We are too true-
take your oxycodone-
and it's terrifying.
On top of a star,
"You'll go far."
I love you enough to go to L.A.-
I feel okay, I feel okay-
Take your oxycodone
to get through the day.
And kiss me goodbye
before you try
to swim through the stratosphere,
my dear-it's clear.
It's near.
"Wait, I want to say-
before I slow motion
this emotion
that starts with a commotion
in my chest-
that I love you best
and it hurts to let go,
but it's not because of you.
I didn't know.
I didn't know what to do.
And it's true,
and that's what makes it terrifying.
My world is salt,
my sluggish love.
So, take your oxycodone,
because you don't want to feel what I feel.
And you don't want to reel like I reel."
I feel okay, I feel okay
Well, I don't know-I don't show.
"Wait, don't go."
I feel okay, I feel okay
We don't show, no.
"Wait, don't go."
There are only memories
of when we were young guns.
We are too true-
take your oxycodone-
and it's terrifying.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
She was Different, just a little
In school the Kids would taunt
To escape the Pain she, Went
To the Medicine Cabinet
Robitussin, Oxycodone or,
Whatever she could find
For the Taunts on the Internet
To Stop What's on her mind
As the taunts went by Twitter
All she had, was nothing but grief
To the Medicine cabinet she went
Searching for her only Relief
Soon she found a guy, who would
Tie her off, and cook the Spoon
For a good blow job he.....
Would keep her from the gloom
The scream of the Sirens
Sliced like a Knife, And
Flashing red and blue Lights
Cut through the Night,
The EMT's rushed with urgent Speed,
This young girl was in need, they checked
For the pulse of a heart now stopped.....
Its not all Lolipops and Gumdrops
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
The door and the doorway
form a cocoon around my
fingers and this metamorphosis
is still lovely because instead
of a butterfly I get bruises.
and white hot knuckles.
and a raspy throat when
afterwards I asked myself where
the air scampered
away to I think it’s hiding
under my bed and in the
piles of clothes that I
left on my floor because
every time I tried to pick them
up
I picked
up
the phone instead.
Don’t talk to me as if I’m
the last string holding the
tag on your bed sheets together
hile telling me that
I’m the last string keeping
you away from a 200 foot fall
while you’re bungee jumping
how do you expect me to
snap you back in place every time
you wander
I am not elastic.
it isn’t me that turns your
words into cobwebs in this breeze
I’ve heard everything you want to say to me
1000 times before
at least
give me a square of time
for my own thoughts
to act as a feather duster
in the attic of my mind.
to clean up your cobwebs
where you nested once,
you lay your eggs inside of me
and there are 2000 tiny animals
ravaging what I was saving for us
what’s left of my mind
I have a bottle cap and
a glass heart that you
copped from DC
you’re still running
and these bottles of vicodin
and oxycodone are chasing you
but you haven’t yet realized
that you’ve already tripped
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
"...schizophrenic kisses in a reflection."
Fade in.
My eyes stick to one another like two slices of wax paper with faltering, yet desperately unable to let go of graveyard-shift-love adhesive.
Shifting sides inside. Shifting sides inside.
I stare at my naked body, as water, or something like it, rains from my head to my feet. Warm. Out of control. Gathering by the drain, mixing with the thoughts that won't fall asleep and the daydreams reserved for night.
My eyes are encased by the steam. My lungs filling with water or something like it.
I hope for a classic horror scene or a twist in a melodramatic rom-com. But nothing is funny nor scary and there is no Norman Bates or Meg Ryan. I am not Billy Crystal. I am unrequited love and future fame stemmed by heartbreak and three thousand miles of, "Please let me forget the broken heart I left in a hotel, by the shore, on the east coast, on a pit of dried firewood, in my parents' home, in my bed, in every book I didn't finish, in every sentence I should have finished."
Fade out.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Josh, how many oxycodone did you take?
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
codeine,
oxycodone,
vicodin,
morphine -
they could never quite
reach the pain in my heart.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Something has changed.
A plate tectonic has shifted inside my heart,
Rebuilding the mountain that she and I used to climb together.
Just seeing her face again reminded me of all the good times.
They outweighed the bad times,
Like a Sumo wrestler outweighs a small child.
I search valleys and hills
For the words to tell her
That I miss the way her eyes light up
And how her smile makes the pain go away,
Faster than three doses of oxycodone.
It is incredible how easily I am falling back in.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Loose clothes
I’m restricted within
hanging to my knees
my own cocktail party dress
Your attention served on a platter of horderves
small, insufficient to fill
feeding off finger sandwiches
I wouldn’t dare
touch with bare hands
unable to unbutton
oh, boys and girls,
it’s so easy to undress each other;
buttons line up on opposite sides
clothes caught in the line of fire
hung out to dry
Billy Mays can’t save your slip
oxiclean, oxycodone
I’ll hide my ****** braisers
in a creaking chest
while mine lies open
pandora’s box
I can’t find the lid to
I’ll break
worn out hairbands
I can’t contain
what chains my cotton
mouth too dry, pressed
dried tulips
cracked, two lips
Heat & moisture of a summer day
iron-released steam
I’m burning the clothes
you can’t get me out of
One day,
I’ll be able to walk outside
a naked moon dangling
one eye to see
all that my bedroom shirts
conceal
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
The first thing that I noticed when I walked into the psychiatric hospital was how cold the floor tiles were.
You See, they took my shoes off because I was a thirteen year old, five and one half foot, one hundred and ten pound threat.
I made grown men think I was off my edge...and looking back on me, I was.
I mean, killing myself? That’s the ultimate game show bet.
“WHAT’S BEHIND CURTAIN NUMBER DEATH” I seemed to ask myself.
And also, what games would I have to play to get there.
How long do you have to hang to die?
How much blood would it take to bleed to death?
How fast does my mother have to be going on the freeway to make my jumping death quick?
HOW MUCH OXYCODONE DO I HAVE TO STEAL FROM MY ABUSIVE STEP FATHERS DRAWER?
Someone would have to be mad to even bother looking behind that curtain.
But like I said, the first thing i noticed was the floor tiles.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
I was a certifiable ******
With the classic monkey
Riding squarely on my back
But I had no needle tracks.
I was almost undetectable
As my addiction was respectable.
No, I was not a rock musician.
I got my dope from my physician;
An almost never-ending source
Offered up with no remorse
I only had to mildly complain
That I was experiencing pain
And the cornucopia opened wide.
It held my immediate future inside.
I was off to party with friends
To the cabaret that never ends;
That free-wheeling waking dream
That made everything in life seem
As if nothing mattered that day
But that we should all stay and play.
And if something was getting tiring
It was time to retune the wiring
With a few more clever little pills
That cured all my temporary ills.
If I was exhausted or had an ache
It was time to take a little ****** break
Or, maybe not just that dosage alone.
Maybe better to take some Oxycodone.
Then, I can keep on night-club dancing
And backseat, hyper-speed romancing.
And later, needing sleep; a downer
Is good for an out-on-the-towner
Who has needed some rest for days
But the normal drugs and party ways
Wouldn’t quite let me get to sleep.
I felt that above all else, I had to keep
On doing what I was doing: having fun.
There was too much ******** to be done.
But every kind of candle has two ends.
There’s the one where the thing begins
And when I was trashing around a lot
Thinking of the other end was really not
The kind of thought-process I liked.
I wanted to do more of the kind that hiked
My awareness and my stamina to the max
And “injects my existence with what it lacks”.
While today I shudder to remember my words
At that time they were the best I’d heard
Since chocolate cake and butter cream icing.
None of that workaday stuff was to my liking.
It would be nearly twenty nearly deadly years
Before I found myself on a sidewalk in tears
Asking myself where things had gone wrong.
And while I am sure you are sick of this song
At the time it was a sad music to my ears.
Today, it’s the only music I want to hear.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
An older lady came to the pharmacy
To pick up her oxycodone twenties,
Her copay wasn't much money,
Double counted a hundred twenty
As close to me as you stand,
I explained her doctor prescribed Narcan.
In case of overdose, one spray up the nose
Can save yourself or someone else.
She twisted her face to me real funny,
And said "What do you take me for a druggie?"
She took the vial, left the spray
As I waved with a have a nice day.
She felt accused by me, in a huff,
Threw the pills up in her cabinet.
As fate would have it, her granddaughter
Came over and spotted the bottle with red cap.
Imagining the high if she could get that,
Imagining the euphoria as she stole that.
Sneaking off into the bathroom
Downing tap, she consumed a few.
Something wasn't right, her breath felt light,
Disoriented trying to read the label,
Hands shaking, feeling her body dive,
She saw the number twenty, thinking they were fives.
Unresponsive, her grandmother runs in
With the sound of a heavy crash,
She waits for paramedics who arrive at last.
Only to announce, nothing to be saved
Now she digs a grave for pride over a nasal spray.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
Oxycodone
My body feels light
But
My eyelids are heavy
My throat is tight
And my palms, sweaty.
My heart beats steady
But
Each one could be my last
I can't stay in this reality
I like My world made of glass
Because my baby, Oxycodone
Is an offer I can't pass.
She comforts me at last
And finally I grasp
It's not reality I fear
It's the person
In the mirror.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Welcome to AA. Also known as Addicts anonymous
Well, hi I’m Jetzael, and I have an addictive personality. But you can call me jet. It started about 4 years ago with small things.
You know, from the things I ate to the seats I took.
But then my addictive personality escalated to people. But let me explain to you how my addiction with people worked… or works.
Itll start of by needing to take a glance at you. That would fulfill my high. Then I needed a simple hello until I needed a hug, a conversation, lunch every day, a seat next to you, it never stopped! My addiction with you never stopped, it just kept growing.
And when my high wore off, you didn’t get out of my head. What were you doing? Were you happy? Did you need something? Are you mad, sad, frustrated? Are you okay? … am I okay?
All I could ever think about, was you.
And we all know here, addictions never end in a good high.
So it got to the point where my questions turned from were you okay? To was I ever gonna be.
I went through the withdrawal. All alone. All the restless tearful nights until I got high again. Not by you though. But her name was oxycodone, with her friends Percocet and codeine.
They became my best friends. They always distracted me from you until I got tired of them, because you… pff… you gave me highs that codeine could never. But then came along all the restless, nauseous, and chilly nights until they all got out of my system. Why? Because I was growing an addiction for you… again. Would you still like me this way? Would you support my ways? But the one question that kept me up all night was, did you still love me?
At least just a little bit?
But then my old home-girl came through, Maryjane. And numbed my mind away from all the questions and thoughts that existed about you.
She would smoke me out every day, before the sun was even two minutes into his 12-hour shift.
We would be numb the whole day so I never had the chance of thinking about you. Couple of months went by, but if you wanna be exact, my addictive personality could tell you how many months, days, hours, minutes and seconds it was. But that’s unnecessary.
I mean, all my highs were starting to let me forget your scent, touch, words, even your face.
But then you crossed me again, and all those things I thought I forgot about you, rushed back into my head faster than any other drug that existed.
So here I am again, craving highs, not from oxy, perc, codeine or marijuana,
but from you.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
Why, why are you doing this why are you here
If you don't even care don't stay, just disappear
How many of you can say, you'll be good after Highschool
That your life won't constantly spin just like a whirlpool
That you've studied enough to consume enough knowledge
Comprehending what you need to goto college
Can you say that you're not living a life that's just a mirage
Hiding beyond your self trying to be like camouflage
Can you say you've filled your life without all the regret
Living everyday working off an unpaid debt
Can you say you'll survive making $1200 a month
When the landlord demands for 550 up front?
How about when it comes to paying for the medical bill
5000 dollars for a check up and a simple oxycodone pill
Not only that you have another overdue car payment
Now you're looking for someplace with better employment
Can you really say you're tough enough to survive
Now let's add another, a baby boy at the age of 5
Asking why his mom or dad isn't there to give him love
Drinking away to find memories you try to get rid of
Can you really say that you're ready to live on your own
Hoping you can offer your kid a better place to call home
Do you even care where your live is going to go
Or are you going to shake this off and just follow the flow
You want things handed to you, with only minimum work.
You don't understand how it feels to move like clockwork
You smile, you laugh, you ignore what you will need
Just nodding your head, constantly you'll just agree
You're going to be an adult with no skills at all
You refuse to read, refuse to draw, you refuse to do anything in all
You are stuck in a fake life that you're used to liven
Just another lost lazy kid without a vivid vision
Your life will be over with before you even get bitten
Lost in society because you stayed in the back hidden
Then you blame education for not keeping you driven
So you live your life trying to go around the system
So what's the point in trying to fulfill and finish your education
If you can't even push yourself past your simplest limitations
So take what you want from this, do what you prefer
All I ask of you is to think of this poem and understand the words
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Took omeprazole
alongside oxycodone.
Won't do that again!
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
i did anything to have you,
without you i wasn't the same,
routine tasks became hard without you and your influence.
every insecurity i had was flushed out through a tingling feeling that started at my fingertips and traveled through my whole body.
i sat in silence, submerging myself in pure euphoria.
i'd leave everything behind just to have a tiny taste of your bliss back in my life.
just one more time,
oxycodone.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC