"promethazine" poems - Hello Poetry

****** and bass ****** and bass. All she want in her face is ****** and bass. All she wanna do is **** ****** kiss ******* and listen to Future. **** that's why I won't pursue her. Love and the essence of life don't get through to her. She is an addict. Running from life and abusing **** to get away from it. So much beauty and potential but he she wanna be a dumb ***** She wanna be that ***** or some ***** that gotta man that's rich and follow the crowd. Blowin loud. Poopin xans and sippin lean. She ain't never seen a trap but She listens to Future and shes stumblin. Choppin it the **** up and mumblin. Lickin her lips and giggling because my sub in the trunk is tickling her pearl tongue and both lungs. We are both young but that's no reason to act so dumb and walk around all numb. When I kick her some philosophy she doesn't care all she can think about is her on top of me. All in her soul. All in her face. ****** and bass. ****** and bass. All she want in her face is ****** and bass. All she wanna do is **** ****** kiss ******* and listen to Future. The Promethazine King. The codeine connoisseur. You can't be a loser if you wanna get through to her. She needs your dollar signs and expensive **** before you even see the **** or a *** or an *** cheek. She's fine as hell but If you ask me she ain't no Ashley from Fresh Prince. She's nasty. Freaky and far from innocent. She wants it blasted in her face until she can't see straight. She wants the force from the back till she feel it in her stomach and her back. She listens to Future but I'm no codeine cowboy. She's mistaken me for him because I'm as fresh as an altoid and my eyes are as low as the unemployment rate. I set the bait and there is the prey. Now she is all in my face. ****** and bass. ****** and bass. All she want in her face is ****** and bass.

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC

Klvshp0et

"She Listens To Future"

****** and bass ****** and bass. All she want in her face is ****** and bass. All she wanna do is **** ****** kiss ******* and listen to Future. **** that's why I won't pursue her. Love and the essence of life don't get through to her. She is an addict. Running from life and abusing **** to get away from it. So much beauty and potential but he she wanna be a dumb ***** She wanna be that ***** or some ***** that gotta man that's rich and follow the crowd. Blowin loud. Poopin xans and sippin lean. She ain't never seen a trap but She listens to Future and shes stumblin. Choppin it the **** up and mumblin. Lickin her lips and giggling because my sub in the trunk is tickling her pearl tongue and both lungs. We are both young but that's no reason to act so dumb and walk around all numb. When I kick her some philosophy she doesn't care all she can think about is her on top of me. All in her soul. All in her face. ****** and bass. ****** and bass. All she want in her face is ****** and bass. All she wanna do is **** ****** kiss ******* and listen to Future. The Promethazine King. The codeine connoisseur. You can't be a loser if you wanna get through to her. She needs your dollar signs and expensive **** before you even see the **** or a *** or an *** cheek. She's fine as hell but If you ask me she ain't no Ashley from Fresh Prince. She's nasty. Freaky and far from innocent. She wants it blasted in her face until she can't see straight. She wants the force from the back till she feel it in her stomach and her back. She listens to Future but I'm no codeine cowboy. She's mistaken me for him because I'm as fresh as an altoid and my eyes are as low as the unemployment rate. I set the bait and there is the prey. Now she is all in my face. ****** and bass. ****** and bass. All she want in her face is ****** and bass.

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it's not even noon, but my thoughts are drenched with *** bound and gagged. you're dancing around the kitchen, clad only in a pair of lace ******* you paid too much for at Victoria's Secret liaisons by the seaside, sand sieving through your hair: all forms of metal-backed currency taste like ***** on your fingertips stuffed roughly in my mouth, call me a **** pretty please? promethazine slathered over watermelon sherbert and soaked in Sprite; put a lid on it and shake vigorously until well mixed. Xanax exacerbated migraines mean naptime for me, and I forgot to tell you the Gatorade is spiked with ***** (or maybe tequila; I've well and truly forgotten) and all of this is just another means of replacing you. you're wrapped in an ecru trench coat, cinched at the waist over concealed weaponry: unlicensed pistol and wet coral ***** constrained by a black leather holster and cobalt cotton. you kissed me with ******* in your nostrils and nosebleed on your lips; you killed me with contempt in your mouth and venom on your nails.

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC

perlucidum

kissin kate barlow

it's not even noon, but my thoughts are drenched with *** bound and gagged. you're dancing around the kitchen, clad only in a pair of lace ******* you paid too much for at Victoria's Secret liaisons by the seaside, sand sieving through your hair: all forms of metal-backed currency taste like ***** on your fingertips stuffed roughly in my mouth, call me a **** pretty please? promethazine slathered over watermelon sherbert and soaked in Sprite; put a lid on it and shake vigorously until well mixed. Xanax exacerbated migraines mean naptime for me, and I forgot to tell you the Gatorade is spiked with ***** (or maybe tequila; I've well and truly forgotten) and all of this is just another means of replacing you. you're wrapped in an ecru trench coat, cinched at the waist over concealed weaponry: unlicensed pistol and wet coral ***** constrained by a black leather holster and cobalt cotton. you kissed me with ******* in your nostrils and nosebleed on your lips; you killed me with contempt in your mouth and venom on your nails.

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I think I'm losing my chill I'm considering popping these pills Too many issues to sweep under the rug I think I might have to do these drugs I have too many needs I might just get high on this **** Look at me, nothing seems to be on point Yo, I'm just going to smoke a joint I have got nothing to flaunt I will stay indoors and smoke this blunt Too many things my eyes have seen I need to slow it down with this lean Or codeine or promethazine At the end of it all, they don't solve issues I'm begging you, stop drug abuse!

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC

Gods1son

Drug abuse

I think I'm losing my chill I'm considering popping these pills Too many issues to sweep under the rug I think I might have to do these drugs I have too many needs I might just get high on this **** Look at me, nothing seems to be on point Yo, I'm just going to smoke a joint I have got nothing to flaunt I will stay indoors and smoke this blunt Too many things my eyes have seen I need to slow it down with this lean Or codeine or promethazine At the end of it all, they don't solve issues I'm begging you, stop drug abuse!

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I see no evil, but I speak it and I Heard it. When you're friendly with the devil, Things can kind of get disturbing. He told me earth is not the place I Wanna be. I should reside in the minds Of those who practice perjury. So... I was feasting on them lies And I was dying for them recipes. Dining in the darkness With them demons sitting next to me. Feeding me my hatred. Sipping goblets of promethazine. Then suddenly, they're sinking their Sharp teeth into the flesh of me. ... Now I'm hoping and I'm praying That someone comes to Rescue me. But I know that it's my fault. I should've dabbled in some Better things. Now, I'm feeling so embarrassed. And now, I'm a disaster. After one small mistake, another Tumbles right after. And I'm a writer, so I know I could've made a different chapter. But I let the devil sway me To this tragically ever after.

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Feb 25, 2018

Feb 25, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC

Mya_Madden

Purple Flames

I see no evil, but I speak it and I Heard it. When you're friendly with the devil, Things can kind of get disturbing. He told me earth is not the place I Wanna be. I should reside in the minds Of those who practice perjury. So... I was feasting on them lies And I was dying for them recipes. Dining in the darkness With them demons sitting next to me. Feeding me my hatred. Sipping goblets of promethazine. Then suddenly, they're sinking their Sharp teeth into the flesh of me. ... Now I'm hoping and I'm praying That someone comes to Rescue me. But I know that it's my fault. I should've dabbled in some Better things. Now, I'm feeling so embarrassed. And now, I'm a disaster. After one small mistake, another Tumbles right after. And I'm a writer, so I know I could've made a different chapter. But I let the devil sway me To this tragically ever after.

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One night i was turnin up next day i was turnin down Got pulled over got arrested now im headin county bound... Had 3 keys up in the trunk 50 stacks up on the seat Man i aint think that **** was real i was trippin off Promethazine Promethazine up in my cup Cali **** up in my L Sittin inside that squad car lookin 'round like what the hell!?!?!! Done caught a case here we go again Should've stayed at home put some work in Just hit the booth spit the truth make a new track with the girlfriend But i was catchin a lick flippin a brick Makin a killin n movin it quick But then it was ova couldn't start ova ****** up my life n i couldn't do ****

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC

jovanny-prado

When Things Go Wrong

One night i was turnin up next day i was turnin down Got pulled over got arrested now im headin county bound... Had 3 keys up in the trunk 50 stacks up on the seat Man i aint think that **** was real i was trippin off Promethazine Promethazine up in my cup Cali **** up in my L Sittin inside that squad car lookin 'round like what the hell!?!?!! Done caught a case here we go again Should've stayed at home put some work in Just hit the booth spit the truth make a new track with the girlfriend But i was catchin a lick flippin a brick Makin a killin n movin it quick But then it was ova couldn't start ova ****** up my life n i couldn't do ****

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On the riverbanks I toasted the moon between smooth pebbles and weeds the silent silver bells tolling out in tandem with your cries. Daddy don’t you want more, more, more— Promethazine Queen and ****** King your beloved subjects, beatnik so low compared to New Critics the antithesis to the highs neither He, She, nor I have reached yet! Religious visions in the soup kitchen! Finding God in the backs of cars while racing to the back doors of the hospital her cream colored wings, found new heights when you OD’d the backseat confessional as we raced along toll roads, laughing, out the window towards sea God you cried out, won’t you dance with me? Hell right at your feet, yeah sure, I heard and then out we rolled, down the hills, into the fishy sewers, their haven and I wondered is heaven fish chomping at the bit, and at our toes? I’ll never know, but on these riverbanks I start to. On our private shores transferring from one bank to another, promising, *** that our memories are safe locked inside metal storage lockers, with police men wearing collars and every single American dancing the electric slide to get in with a four digit pin, they want priceless for the night for the price of a hundred year of their lives! They beg for skin to bone loans, millions of them, something to eat, chicken—cowards, liars, and thieves we run on getting drunk with the government coerced each other, just stick in it, just stick in, I am wet for the American dream, and Trump’s toupee, his orange lips salivating after me, grab me by the ***** Or at the very least release me, us, the collective minds of our future gen little boys and girls that will always have to wonder, why? Did no one like them and what kind of sins have their fathers committed towards their mothers, allegations, perpetuations, I just want out of my own god **** skin!!! So every night, before dying I sleep with chocolate girls melting into their Hershey ******* their chocolate kisses or find guys whose vision is both of us strapped up from the ceiling Mary and Magdalene, save your children.

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Jan 18, 2018

Jan 18, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC

ATBockholdt

What I Was Thinking While Dying- The One Time I OD'd

On the riverbanks I toasted the moon between smooth pebbles and weeds the silent silver bells tolling out in tandem with your cries. Daddy don’t you want more, more, more— Promethazine Queen and ****** King your beloved subjects, beatnik so low compared to New Critics the antithesis to the highs neither He, She, nor I have reached yet! Religious visions in the soup kitchen! Finding God in the backs of cars while racing to the back doors of the hospital her cream colored wings, found new heights when you OD’d the backseat confessional as we raced along toll roads, laughing, out the window towards sea God you cried out, won’t you dance with me? Hell right at your feet, yeah sure, I heard and then out we rolled, down the hills, into the fishy sewers, their haven and I wondered is heaven fish chomping at the bit, and at our toes? I’ll never know, but on these riverbanks I start to. On our private shores transferring from one bank to another, promising, *** that our memories are safe locked inside metal storage lockers, with police men wearing collars and every single American dancing the electric slide to get in with a four digit pin, they want priceless for the night for the price of a hundred year of their lives! They beg for skin to bone loans, millions of them, something to eat, chicken—cowards, liars, and thieves we run on getting drunk with the government coerced each other, just stick in it, just stick in, I am wet for the American dream, and Trump’s toupee, his orange lips salivating after me, grab me by the ***** Or at the very least release me, us, the collective minds of our future gen little boys and girls that will always have to wonder, why? Did no one like them and what kind of sins have their fathers committed towards their mothers, allegations, perpetuations, I just want out of my own god **** skin!!! So every night, before dying I sleep with chocolate girls melting into their Hershey ******* their chocolate kisses or find guys whose vision is both of us strapped up from the ceiling Mary and Magdalene, save your children.

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