"tramadol" poems
The answer is i don't know..
Or do i know?
coke
xtc
mdma
tramadol
eph
xanax
cannabis
hasj
speed/amphetamine
2cc
flunitrazepam
codeine
vallium
ritalin
concerta
lsd/acid
bromazepam
lorazepam
2cb
etizolam
4fa
ketamine
2fa/2fma
ghb
mephedrone (meow meow)
methox
And i'm pretty sure my list won't end there.
It's not that i can't stop but i just don't want to feel reality.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
T is for trials,
Tribulations & torment...
Terrorists trippin
Totalitarian governments
Two cents just spent.
Teachable yet I'm still
Treacherous
...
Take it in, just because I, can.
Thought that I told you,
to tell me to take it tonight!?
Tomorrow will, totally be alright
Tormented by
temptations of drownin it all... in alcohol &
Tramadol
Through the valley I rest
Tested by fires inside of my chest
Toast to the Ghost close eyes &
Then welcome rest.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
sitting in
a fast food place
on the highway access road
drinking coffee.
five days of tramadol
five years of pain.
arthritis. the ******* doctors
slam the credit card
and do nothing except
prescribe.
call it in to the pharmacy
where I can drive-thru
for my fix.
they say this **** is good
for depression. hell
the whole world’s depressed
more or less
so put it in the water.
my
therapy
is the
word.
it will save my soul
even
if it never
generates enough
coin to pay
for
pain killers.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
I have become the dead hour at Woolnoth
a sloth full of woe
and with nowhere to go
I go nowhere,see nothing.
Paradoxically
the deeper I sink
the higher I get.
I am set out on a table like gelatine,flowing slowly with nothing,is this a dream?
I need something soft on my skin
I need raindrops to stop me and let me get in
I need to touch and to feel that even I could begin,
but the clock strikes on dull,
I feel the stretching of sinews and I use up the 'tramadol'full already with 'aspirin' and 'panadol', and the mobile just lights up with the letters that spell out LOL.
it's the way not to start any day but the day never knew me.
I fly with the kites and am tangled in wires and the sloth only wants to settle,dreaming in spires, I aspire to be more than the dead hour.
I need to shower but the motivation eludes me and I sink further into the stink that I am become,
you can shun me I don't care.
I'm a slow learner on the back burner and I can't turn tin into gold,I need to be held,felled and falling into something more appealing instead of sinking into somnambulence and bouncing off the ceiling.
This is the state of play.
Nothing to do
everything to say
nothing to live for but sloths want much more ,as if there's a fire that burns deep inside them,ignites when they find they become men, and then there is Woolnoth,gothic and brooding.
Great poets don't die they live on and they lie in the beds between other poets heads and whisper,
do you hear them? the
ignition men
or do you hear the dull sound on the last stroke of nine?
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
Lost my best friend now I hang out with demons.
Tramadol floating in Bacardi , *** to feel alive but I see death in my *****
Make my bed and lie in it, invisible stains on the sheets, they can't see that I'm bleeding.
Hell's Kitchen, a servant and chef for lucifer, all these demons I'm feeding.
This might be contagious, please stop reading.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Give me some Tramadol
Panadol
a laxative
a fixative
just
give me some peace.
Give me a new lease on life
a wife
a home
a new hip
(just thought that I'd slip that one in)
Oh Christ on the cross
how do I live with the loss
how does one start
when the heart has been shattered
and what does it matter?
Let me be drip fed on a bed
and out of my head
give me indemnity
against
whatever I've said or am likely to say
Give me
Today.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
Been a while since I took them, the little keys to sleep. Unlock codes for unconsciousness, cheat codes for non-committal death.
But tonight the pain is unbearable, the mental wounds are bleeding like they’re fresh. Scenes replaying in my mind constantly, mocking me mercilessly for believing that they’d left.
Time is supposed to be a healer, or so I’ve been told. Time must have missed me off it’s to-do list because healing is a card I’ve never been dealt.
The pain is effervescent bubbling through my veins and laying heavy on my chest. Tramadol couldn’t even dull it, it demands to be felt.
My only recourse are these tiny promises of temporary respite; I take more than recommended, playing roulette with this life.
It’s been a while since I took them, the little keys to sleep, I wish I could leave them but I’m weak.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
lets do drugs,
I want throw my mind to rot, lets find the incomplete sentences.
Complete them
whole heartily with abrupt anticipated humor,
and laugh like banshees
Ill spit in the pot-plant and grin at the first syllable
I'l Furget how to sPell,
and gurgle at the slurs I carve into the page
slow it down, back it up and take a hit
lines like slit wrists I've forgotten how to sleep,
that's the new one right? sleep? Tramadol, codeine and a line of melatonin to get me going?
some uppers followed by some downers
watch me crash and burn , I'll die brighter then the Hindenburg and 10 times higher then that **** box ever got I will make you anticipate my agony,
I will watch you suffer in my delights,
look at me stumble
on
down
god send me a GPS I've lost my path,
squatting under a pine tree like a bad Christmas present taking my hits
like a heavy weight
and just like weights ill sink
to the bottom of this cesspool I've dug
down
down
down
down
oh
so far down...
I'm going to crash
I'm falling off my high
I've found the edge where my lines blur
and i see the way there looking at me
while I'm lost in headphones spewing gold into my ears
the bass vibrates my bones Christ I'm going down
so watch me
because I"m going to burn brighter
then anyone
then anything
you've ever seen before
watch me grin as I burn up
And throw yourself onto my bonfire
LG
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
I am out, a world of hazes, these oranges and yellows
Lighting the fields in cresents of coloured airs
Creatures that live at this time of year, and wake
I hear scurries, scuttles, and the occasional yelp
I feel dull pain, but lessened by tramadol and palaxia
Sun makes me drunk on the high tide of cold spring
Life is shining again onto another dead winter past
And soon it will be green and greener still
In this country island home of mine
I work to keep me occupied, and occupied
To keep resentment away, for feeling
wronged, when perhaps there is no such thing
Right and wrong, now there's a rub he'd say
I need to know it, I need the knowing of it like all
men and women
Am I right or am I wrong? or does it matter
When the dull grey soil cares so little about
Those it takes, when end time comes
But I take joy where joy is, and I see it now
Splashed across the sky in pastel gauze yellow
And these slight mauve clouds, I thank the god that
made such things possible.
The end.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Ha. And I haven't been suicidal? That I had scars that faded. That I haven't been through hell and back with a smile on my face? That I haven't seen my fair share of hurt and pain? That I have had so many moment where I've been suicidal. That I've had moments where I seriously thought about swallowing a bottle of bathroom cleaner. That I was monitored as I flushed tramadol down the toilet so I wouldn't overdose. I've been through hell and I've learned how to be strong. There are moments where my armor cracks and I'm left with heartache but I sober up and continue on my way. That I have to be strong. That I'm always going to have love on my side and when I don't have strength and energy, I look to those who I love
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Every time I pass out into the light going north from the Terrace Tunnel
Gunning the car up to the 100k limit on the motorway
I am haunted by the memory of the death of 18-year old Natalia Austin
Whose body was flung headlong into the opposite lane:
‘What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?’
Natalia fell in with adults who were drug-addicted and limitlessly irresponsible
And was persuaded to ride pillion on a Harley Davidson
Having been given a brief lesson on leaning with the bike
By Dee McMahon’s girlfriend Monique.
‘For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!’
McMahon was nearly five times over the legal alcohol limit
The equivalent of having drunk up to 42 standard drinks -
The autopsy also found morphine and tramadol
In what was left of McMahon’s corpse.
‘That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd’
Hitting 140k on the bend out of the Tunnel
He smacked the bike several times against the concrete median strip
Shedding metal in showers of sparks
And ripping limbs away in showers of blood.
‘Who are these coming to the sacrifice?’
"We're trying to go forward and cherish the memory of a beautiful girl
Who had a bright future, and who was just too innocent and trusting -
You let your little girl go and you hope she's going to be looked after by adults.
She trusted them, and they've let her down miserably."
‘What little town by river or seashore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?’
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
I met a damsel
She is a goddess
Her beauty is endearing
Her aura, infectious
If you know Veluptas
The goddess of sensual pleasures
Then you'll know Venus
The Roman goddess of love
She pulled her magic wand
None could ever resist her
For she passes as a diety
If this is the road to yonder place
Please help tell my people
My choice is made
Afterall, once shall all men die
In her enclave were beauties
Mortal frames in immortal entities
Aisha Quandisha played aide
The magnificent goddess of sexuality
While Aizen Myo-o watched
This goddess of love and lust smiled lustfully
She was a fine sadomasochist
Nothing else mattered
Fearful, nostalgic but ecstatic
I braced up for impact
Like an airplane about to crash
What a **** way to explore and expire
Testosterone became active
He is the god of passion
His name is Anteros
He stepped up to me
Gently he whispered to a mortal
In the land of the immortal
Here, you don't need aphrodisiacs or tramadol
A good show lasts five minutes
Thirteen by extension, trust me he said
Confused and puzzled I inquired
Then why do the earthly Queen say "Harder, harder"
They never get satisfied
"Stop killing yourselves mortals"
If it exceeds thirteen, it is entertainment he said
Go, enjoy it while it lasts
Go worship in her altar!
As I approached with caution
Flanked by Cupid
The Roman god of ****** love
Suddenly, I resurrected
Back to the land of the living
It took an anopheles mosquito
To make me realise it was all but a dream
So, i was plagued by chronic malaria!
Even though the mosquito I killed
For denying me pleasures forever
I learnt a great lesson Except my will is updated
Never again will I use enhancers
In place of tiger nuts, dates and banana
Lest a WhatsApp status last longer than me
To be awarded a Ph.D
As a researcher per excellence
In the faculty of Gender and Sexuality
In the prestigious University of Life
I need to reach Venus
The goddess of love
We need to finish the empirical study
Via the instrumentality of direct knowledge
If you know the quickest route to Venus
Please "Hulla", "Odimkpa"
Who knows, maybe we can go together
I guarantee you maximum "Shishi"
What I can't guarantee is
If the story will be told by us
But history will be kind to us
For this is a plague destroying homes
The onus of truth lies with us...
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
I smoke **** because it makes the headaches go away
My brain pounds against my skull
And the lights flicker and
The sharp pain follows me home
The drugs made everything dull
I mean, can you blame me?
A life full of sharp
Stabbing
Pain
Washed away with an inhalation of smoke
The tramadol didn’t work
The codeine didn’t work
But the smoke
Worked.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC