"tranquilizer" poems
The moment for us to say our goodbyes has come
Our eyes will flood then we’ll be on our way
A final farewell to what once belonged to both of us
Times run out but we have plenty of regrets
My brown eyed November
You’ll never know what you were worth to me
Even after the fights, the excruciating frustration
I would walk on broken glass barefoot just to get to you
To be honest there isn’t much I’d do for you
But now I can’t do anything
I gave you everything and you walked away
I know, but you don’t
Have a clue how much damage you’ve done to me
I never told you my secrets
I never told you everything
My brown eyed November
You don’t know how much you meant to me
The moon fall and the sun rise
Shine on our lies
I knew you were treacherous
Yet I still clinged to you hoping maybe it would all change
Let’s end this, I want it
I need to calm down
My brown eyed November
You are truly invaluable
The ocean bathes us the sand dries
Cleansing our lives
You couldn’t care less
My appreciation goes unappreciated
If it isn’t and I am wrong
Please, now is the time to tell me
The karma
Bad karma
The cause of all of this
The memories of you will stay even when you are gone
Mistrust will linger but hope resonates
We’re like summer in the fall, we’re leaving
Mistreating, believing
After all this I don’t want to be your one and only victim
What do you care? You never believed in soul mates or in true love
I can’t stay, even though I want to
You gave false hope and empty promises
Injected me with a tranquilizer and put me in a state of gullibility
Was I dramatic or miserable?
I know you can’t be replaced, why would I want another one like you?
So good bye my brown eyed November
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Drug Addict
I drink beer, I drink liquor,
doing shots makes it quicker.
I smoke a bowl, I smoke a joint,
is there a problem, get to the point.
I take acid, I like trip,
I love the trail of a moving whip.
I like ****** sugar, I snort coke,
no wonder, I'm so **** broke.
I pop pills for stress, some for pain,
you'll never hear me complain.
I shoot ****** then I dose off,
my life is just a total loss.
I make and smoke ****
hoping it takes my last breath.
Special K is my favorite tranquilizer,
I use it as a drug appetizer.
I smoke crack, don't ask why,
don't knock it, til you try.
Ecstasy makes me feel so good,
it always puts me in a special mood.
I sniff gas, I sniff glue,
then I ask, who are you.
Sometimes I smoke hash,
I live a life of white trash.
Morphine can't be beat,
my brain has suffered a defeat.
I even take ****** and steroids,
***** big, ***** small and I'm paranoid.
Been to counselling, been to rehab,
last time I went, I ended up with *****
Now finally, I'm clean and sober,
been that way since mid October.
I admit drugs are more fun,
but in the end, God finally won.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
**To the girl with the alluring melanin...
skin the enticing & mouth-watering color of caramel
To the girl with the enigmatic mind,
subliminally affixed to mine**
ॐ
To the girl with the beautiful heartbeat
that coexists as one with mine.
To the girl with the winsome name
...my lips feel so much better when it's your name leaving.
To the girl with the mollifying voice,
your voice is the strongest tranquilizer I've ever encountered;
It apprehends all negativity I'm engulfed in
and brings me back to sanity again.
To the girl with the broken heart
shattered into a thousand pieces,
I'll spend 1,000 days putting each piece back together
and on the 1,001 day
you'll see that not only did I mend your heart
but I gave you remnants of mine.
To the girl who was at war with herself,
I've seen your battle scars.
To the girl who constantly goes back to war,
you are not alone and I won't ever allow you to be.
ॐ ॐ ॐ
**To the boy with the perfectly sculpted face...
if you were to ever leave, I'd spend forever recreating it's beauty.
To the boy with the beautifully structured mind,
which never fails to unravel every mystery within mine.**
ॐ
To the boy with the wavering heartbeat
that coexists as one with mine.
To the boy with the voice of a symphony of my favorite melody
that never fails to leaving a distinct sense of perfection in the air.
It scatters positivity throughout my body
reminding me of the purpose of my existence.
To the boy with the faltering heart
which never falters enough to give up on me.
And even if it did, I'd spend all my days
as a cardiovascular surgeon.
To the boy with the artistic fingers that paint with fire,
igniting every inch of my skin they lovingly skim over.
To the boy with the dark parallel lines freckled over his wrists,
reminding me of the heartache, and distress you once endured.
I'd spend every day of my life eradicating each piece
of pain-coated glass embedded in your heart.
You are not alone and I won't ever allow you to be.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Good morning, class! I am your substitute teacher, and I will be teaching you your ABC’s today. Let’s not waste time and just dive right in!
A is for Anxiety. That’s that feeling you get when you go to recess and see the bullies waiting for you on the playground.
B is for ******* If you don’t know what that means, that’s when your daddy abandons you before he even gave you a chance.
C is for Cranky. That’s what I feel right now because I had to get up early today to come in here to teach you brats your alphabet, and I’m getting paid **** for it.
D is for Dog. Mine died, and if you have one, yours will eventually die too. That’s another D word for ya.
E is for Empty. Empty hearts. Empty souls. Empty stares. Empty lives.
F is for Friends. Friends will **** all over you.
G is for Girlfriends. They’ll rip out your heart and stomp all over it.
H is for Hell. It’s the world we live in.
I is for Idiot. Which is what you are if you ask a question.
J is for ******* Which is another term for donkey – another D word.
K is for Knife.
L is for Love. Your parents will tell you they love you, but they don’t mean it.
M is for Money. If you want to make a lot of it when you grow up, deal drugs.
N is for Neglect. That means when your parents ignore you cause they’re too busy with their pretentious jobs and their extramarital affairs. If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry. Time will teach you.
O is for Optimistic. Stay positive – just not HIV-positive.
P is for ********** Judging by the intelligence level of this class, that is a bright career opportunity for several of you.
Q is for Queasy. Which is what you feel when you are hungover.
R is for Respect. You don’t earn it. You take it.
S is for Secrets that no one will ever keep.
T is for Tranquilizer. I have one waiting for me for when I get home tonight.
U is for Ugly. That’s adolescence.
V is for… Only girls have them.
W is for Wood Chuck. How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
X is for Xenophobic. That’s what you will all grow up to be because your mom taught you to never talk to strangers.
Y is for Yes. That's what you have to say to everyone to get anywhere in life.
Z is for Zoloft. I should probably up my dose.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
You better tame
that beast,
locked in the
cages wanting to
be released,
trying it's hardest
to want to break free,
reeking havoc in
the jungle, and
trying to flee,
control that temper,
remove that frown,
go get a tranquilizer, and
put that beast down,
do what you got to do,
to subdue that beast,
for the safety of others,
just to say the least,
I am just saying,
No, I am not playing,
If I were you,
I would be on
my knees praying,
OH, LORD PLEASE HELP ME,
To Tame this Beast,
MY EMOTIONS
ARE OUT OF CONTROL,
just like a VOLCANO,
MY TOP is about to BLOW,
SO, I WILL JUST GO TAKE A WALK, and
HAVE A LITTLE TALK, WITH JESUS,
LET HIM WORRY
about my
PROBLEMS!!!,
WHATEVER THE SITUATION IS,
HE WILL SURELY RESOLVE THEM,
So, Tame that Beast,
What are you waiting for???
Don't let the "LION!!!" within you
"BREAK FREE!!!" and
"ROAR!!!!!"
I AM SAVING "YOU!!!" THE TROUBLES,
Just to say the least,
"SO PLEASE!!!"
Control your Emotions, and
TAME THAT BEAST!!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/10/2025
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
Your
searing kiss;
pure bliss
masquerading
as oral tranquilizer.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 9:43 AM UTC
Anodyne eye's
Narcotic lip's;
Analgesic kisses
Tranquilizer hip's.
Soporific eyebrow's
Lashes Heavensent;
Skin anesthetic,
Relieving me of
Death. Morphine
Amour', ***** bliss,
Painkiller door's; to
Thine soul I feedeth.
Thy voice a sedative,
Thine hair calmative,
As thy nose maketh
Me warm when I'm cold,
As an expensive wine, or
neuroleptic. I'm higher then
The universe, inside of thy
psyche; it's cozy there, none
Place to compare, I'm at home,
Simply: wherein all is right.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley (Filipino rose) dedication
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
His courtiers all, were blind,
though their eyes seemed
quiet normal, full of glint
ay, there is the rub,
On his proud countenance,
the king plastered for ever
an expression of thoughtfulness
a make believe, a clever construct,
Wasn't it the curse of the lineage?
"May the powerful suffer
the constant fear of fall,
unless courageous to fulfill
the karma truly assigned
without fear or favor"
Every successive king
would ritualistically burn,
his copy of leather bound parchment
written this in lilting Latin verse.
"Bullshit,what would
the evil genius of the universe
would think of me, am I
just a pusillanimous *****
the thirst for war runs in my veins!"
Sneering he lets out a war cry
perfectly pitched and phrased
in the tradition of heroes of yore!
It sounds odd even to himself
"No escape from the rut" he murmurs
Everybody pretend not to see
the big ***** in his armor.
who would take arms against
the kingdom's sea of troubles?
The king was in fact a lonely being
fear alone kept him company,
in person of the lord, his man Friday
in an armor that made him seem fearless!
Dame fear was his true consort
the queen only a substitute, wearing crown,
she was truly appreciated
only when she acted as his tranquilizer,
helping his worries galore go to sleep,
employing complex strategies.
Her favorite one for the final lap
was a lullaby that goes thus,
"Uneasy lies the head
that wears a crown"
in his nightmares regular,
mighty empires crumbled.
So he did the best he can
not anything for love to spread
but to consolidate destructive instinct;
he invented weapons,
went on upgrading it
day in and day out to freeze fear
blacksmiths, knights,
horsemen, cannons, guns
his fear took many forms
and he used them to feel powerful
while trembling with fear.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
When the lights dim and the music gets loud
I search for your face that I lost in the crowd
I sway back and fourth to the sound of the beat
My hips constant motion matches the rhythm of my feet
And I survey the dance floor looking for a suitor
But I know you’ll dance with me no matter what and not her
The music penetrates my soul and mind
You’re the only body I want to find
Pull me close and never let me go
Take me out to every late show
And I’ll dance with you from the night till the dawn
And we’ll never have a dull moment or the faintest yawn
We’ll party like it’s 1983
And at the fading of the music I’ll get to take you home with me
And if I’m lucky you’ll spend the night
We’ll wake up together from the sunbeams of light
And we’ll do it all over again
When we can
Because honey your body pressed up again mine
Is nothing short of blissful, divine
And feeling your heat radiate through me
Is better than a sedative or a tranquilizer at subduing me
I call your name in my head in the club
In anticipation of seeing you my thoughts blow up
And I can’t wait till our eyes meet once more
I knew I wanted you the moment you walked through that door
Dance with me under the moon and the sun
Come on baby, the night is still young
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
Walking through the hard, cold doors
Stepping on the hard, cold floors
with bare feet
and a silk gown
feeling as if in The Twilight Zone
or atleast way, far out of town
the nurse tells me to lie down
and she'll be right back around
with the
sterilizer
tranquilizer
poison
mind killer
thought thief
universal conformer
or simply
shot
with a monotone, passionless voice,
she tells me it'll all be over soon,
and I'll be just like the rest of them,
no free will after the injection
I try to scream and protest
but nothing comes out
I don't want this idiocity
oh why won't she hear me
why won't she listen
I'm not like the others
I can't be
I think
I read
I feel
It's against everything they believe in
Running down the halls
faster than their fake faces can
out the paper thin, mirror doors,
leading to a courtyard of
plastic trees &
plastic benches &
plastic people
doing plastic things like
looking in the many mirrors placed everywhere &
talking with no end
I refuse to be one of their barbie dolls
I'll go where my feet take me
and never stop
running
or thinking
or reading
or feeling
or going against them
because what a wonderful thing it is to have a vivid mind
they can't take that away
not now
not ever
my mind is my vice
leaving me vulnerable, yet powerful
But if it's wrong to have a mind,
please let me die along with my injustices
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
I keep thinking about the lion
who could pull down a buffalo alone
But when they shot him with a tranquilizer dart
And weighed him in a canvas sling
He weighed only 400 pounds.
Too small to ever win a pride
He ended as a pile of bleaching bone
He died as he hunted – alone.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
I want to scream-sing a lullaby to your eyes
So that they may sleep & that I may sleep
& I know that it may be more jarring
Than a simple anesthetic or tranquilizer
But I like to think that the slumber is
More genuine that way.
I want to scream-sing a lullaby to your eyes
So that they retreat into their sockets
& are shocked
& need to form a plan of action
With which to retaliate
But then hopefully they get bored & fall asleep.
I want to scream-sing a lullaby to your eyes
So that they might think that I’m a cool guy
& then maybe in a few weeks or in the summer
Sometime we can cook burgers & hotdogs
& eat them & chat about our families
& laugh at only the worst jokes.
I want to scream-sing a lullaby to your eyes
So that they get tired of me screaming
& I get tired of me singing
& we can all be tired together.
I want to scream-sing a lullaby to your eyes
Because eyes can’t hear things.
& I like doing things that don’t make sense.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
where are my ugly people?
shuffling with holed shoes,
defunct ****** organs,
crossed eyes.
those whose strides echo their
genetic abnormalities,
a leg an inch longer than the other (like me),
arms fat with blood,
skin resplendent with eczema
boils on eyelids,
dilated pupils,
escaping from the mirror with
horse tranquilizer
and enough ***** to sink
the state of California.
where are my ugly people,
too long under the delusion of
"finding inner beauty"
by the pretty ones;
straight teeth,
combed and styled hair,
brown and ivory skinned
drowning the streets with their
cackling and condescension.
we should scar their faces
with buckshot,
carve those empty smiles across
their high cheekbones
to be an omnipresent companion.
show them a bit of our own
benevolence;
where are my ugly people
like me?
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
I sit here and daydream, and realize their presence is nicotine.
Their hazel eyes act as a tranquilizer,
And i'm pretty sure their smile couldn't get any brighter.
I **** their touch,
I tend to crave it a little too much.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
Set me loose like the dogs of war
Unleash the beast I can't control anymore
I've fought my demons but my strength begins to fail
I can feel the cracks forming in the boat that I sail
There are creatures at the gate
I fight alone night and day
There are creatures at the gate
Will they ever go away?
There are claws at the window
There are teeth at the door
There's a shriek from the basement
I can't fight them anymore
But still you're none the wiser
To the monster in the man
So feed me your tranquilizer
And catch me if you can
Not a humble beast
No my name is pride
I'm hungry for a feast
And I've got you in my sights
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
There’s this sudden peace growing in my psyche, the kind I haven’t felt in a long time accompanied by a person. I don’t know if it’s the way you laugh, the structure of your words and sentences, or the cleverness of your sarcasm, but there’s something about you which reflects the tapping of the soft rain against my windowsill in the middle of the night. When those thunderstorms you call nightmares come to destroy my dreams, your words act like a tranquilizer, sedating the anxiety; the fears of living and worry of the afterlife is the war I fight every day of my life, and you’re the only person I want by my side at the battlefield. Even if the people surrounding us are scared of dying or facing their fears, the stillness of my heart remains. There’s something about the tone of your voice at 3 in the morning that puts me at ease; something about the way you get infatuated with shows and songs, or people even, that I adore – oh so much. For a while, my heart has been set on the touch of your skin, feeling the vibrations of your laughter just inches away is my strongest desire. Your sarcasm is amusing to me and I crave hearing it under your breath as those brown (sometimes green) eyes lure me to you. You are what I’d like to call my personal form of ******* the drugs my mother thought were forbidden to speak of. Some say ignorance is bliss, but the unawareness of you is the biggest taboo and the existence of you is the greatest form of ecstasy I know.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Thoughts of you perch on the branches of my mind,
Like a humming bird that’s found the perfect tree to build its nest.
Harmless in its quest,
Until more branches sprout in wake of you.
More branches for you to perch,
To sing your beautiful songs without a care.
Until the weight of these endless thoughts,
Is too much burden to bear.
My nights are riddled with dreams,
Recurring every night that they have become nightmares.
My mind is like a prisoner,
In chains of memories of your face.
My heart trembles at the mention of your name.
Your touch is like a tranquilizer for my soul,
And like a clueless lamb,
I trust the ***** of your kiss to lead me home.
Thoughts of you are like acid baths.
They burn.
But for that fleeting second when it excites,
The skin of my thoughts,
My heart forever yearns.
Pain is an addiction this heart has chosen to bear.
Through and through, when this dubious business is done,
This heart would’ve seen it all.
Alas, I have the foreboding my countenance,
Is too fragile to see the end.
I should know better,
But it’s as though my mind has wandered,
Too far from the shores of reason.
You’re bad for me,
But there’s nothing I won’t give up,
Just for fleeting moments in your arms.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
All the victims and their sin
Burning fire on my skin
Screaming children of today
Born from fear of yesterday
I was breastfed the pain of generations
Drank up their instincts to have suspicions
Past poisons my bloodstream keeps me in cages
I’m mentally struggling to escape all these places
Electric buzzing in the heads
Causing offsprings in distress
Piercing shrieking, heart attack
Tears of anger, slow, numb death
Deformed tranquilizer dart
Broken vocal chords, no art
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
It might be odd that I see myself as a vase –
an ornament –
waiting to be filled…
with nights of immense passion and pleasure,
days of adventure and discovery,
and feelings that wake me up in the middle of the night
with remnants of your touch on my skin
and ashes from the fire ignited by your lips
as they made love to mine
Fill me
What is left of me is this fragmented figure
on the verge of explosion –
into nothingness to match my soul.
Empty:
the sweet-nothings that you whisper into my ear
startle you when they echo back
Your tears, in response, are like clay between the cracks,
a balm for those on my heart
Fill me
You hear my cries for help when I wake up
screaming from a nightmare.
I am wrapped in your arms and
your steady heartbeat is a tranquilizer,
an anesthetic.
Your caresses are gentle
as you sing me a lullaby.
I allow myself to enter my nightmares
without fear because I will wake up in your
armoured embrace.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Sands of time,
remember when only moonlight flickered on the waves,
and the deer family roamed boundless?
You witness the madness of our scaling up,
Our beach houses promulgating,
always getting bigger.
Thank you for your silent reminders.
Posession is a mirage,
a false contentment,
and is wiped away
as we always expected.
Meanwhile the yearning
of souls for perfection deafens.
And the ones with many lessons unlearned strut.
Each stretching their necks high
with a frantic quiver in their eye,
and a tranquilizer at hand.
The moon's red face stares down,
turning away.
And sands wait
for the coming of the tide.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Everyone notices how you've grown your hair
And you think you're hanging them up
But you're turning them down
No one listens to you
So you have to yell
And so you dwell
You can't seem to get out of bed
So you cry for him in your sleep
He's still in your head
Like the electric current
They had treated you
You think asleep of tranquilizer
You decline your mother's breakfast
You turn everyone down
You can't seem to rest
You can't seem to rest
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
I am peace in the flesh
A reprieve from distress
The primordial Netherworld’s
Retrospect death
An angelic embrace
Fall from Grace
Bliss despair
And I fluctuate
Dreamscapes
Like any nightmare
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 2:14 AM UTC
-there is gil and his
angel dust
from one seraphim to
another-peut-etre!?
(that is horse tranquilizer)
before tea at three and the news
our resident muse
will read a poem from his/
her selected verse
now available at books etc
on the high street
priced 12.99-somethin for
halloween, i believe..?!
the monsters are about!?
circling around..
what do they want?
-we ask the questions!
(they shout..)
blood ******* vamps
evil made of man-
o men..
you want ******* this?
OR that?
your choice..
hedgehogs
little boys
little girls
in disguise
death lives
a-knocking at the door
give us more..
or else..
mad eyed wolf
black or white
reasonableness..
yes,thankyou,and
one more perhaps
will takes us to the
news and weather
(try not to swear,dear..)
lily..
Oct 25, 2023
Oct 25, 2023 at 5:26 AM UTC