"roofied" poems
Shaky fingers,
touches that linger,
bruises that cover her arms.
Desperate stares,
men that don't care -
empty words abundant in charm.
Cigarette smoke,
dancing that provoke
strangers to move closer in.
Eyes painted black,
shot glasses thrown back,
lipstick stains that cover his skin.
No one wants to sleep alone,
"Could you give me a ride home?
Of course, I can walk alright."
Roofied drinks,
missing links -
"What happened last night?"
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Too many parties.
Too much numbing.
I hate this song.
I hate this ****
Just kidding, this is so fun.
lol nope.
wher u b at????
oh my god I think someone roofied me.
probably shouldn't have smoked.
YAY TRUTH OR DARE!!
**** I'm hungry.
im not tired.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Starting at the very beginning:
Adam & Eve weren't married;
God roofied Adam & he woke
up w/ some strange, lying *****
she was in on it w/ the snake;
the oldest set-up in the business
waking up naked w/ the cops
at the door; Wednesday night
in Vegas - Elvis & Jesus Saves
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
In a darkened corner,
Maybe half past 9,
Perhaps even later than that,
But I lost track of time.
He was beautiful and strange,
He was sitting at the bar.
I stuck out my tongue said, "buy me a drink."
Who knew he would take it so far.
Something came over me
Like a warm blanket on a cold night,
I was falling asleep,
But still walking underneath the glow of streetlights.
Stumbling around the neighborhood,
Yeah, I know it was a mess.
He held me close to his heart,
He just wants to see me undress.
There was blood on the sidewalk, there was ***** in my hair,
There were people holding onto my hands.
Trying to keep me there.
I said, **"He just wants to **** me"**
They said, "He's just trying to kiss you."
I said **"He's trying to **** me,"**
They said, "I wish I had that issue."
And then I was home,
Somehow and someway,
Feeling drained and disgusted,
I slept the day away.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
The absolutely radical,
Mind boggling idea of being accepted.
-A fantasy served with insecurity
On the side, stained
With the lipstick you only wear
On third dates, the idea of
what love "should feel like"
Bubbling below the skin
Until you get blisters and boils,
sick and heady but starry eyed.
Ignoring the naysayers,
Oh so what if sleeping beauty
Gets roofied here.
The potential to get shattered,
Identity mutilated beyond recognition
Is, after all, a small price to pay
If you finally get to.. Belong.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
I'm sitting at the bottom of the pool.
The chlorine stings;
the mesh of blue tastes like skin.
Like the privates of some bodies
daring to seep into the flakes.
It's so peaceful here.
The allegro of my heart- thump. thump. thump.
(thump-thump-thump-thump)
blocks out the voices
rippling above.
Children cackling,
a mother moaning,
a lifeguard crying.
I open my mouth
to let the roofied indigo flush my body
like codeine on my droughted tongue,
so we have no secrets.
So I am not the only one to see the ugly.
Water slides off my ******* thighs,
and all the parts of me the mirror doesn't see,
until everything around me is water
taking away the hotness from my cheeks;
I almost travel time -
palming my wrinkled fingers and toes -
which crumble like chrysanthemums.
The view wavers
and I quint to the dissociating shiny, yellow arms,
giggling when they tickle my voided pits.
I feel like sleeping,
but I think I need a breath?
A little sputter - a small gasp.
Better come up before I drown.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC