"vyvanse" poems
I bet you never got to know
That I wasn't always depressed
I was always narcoleptic
Every time I told you I didn't feel good and couldn't see you
I wasn't depressed
I was narcoleptic
That message in March
Where you said you even loved when I was so depressed I couldn't get out of bed
I was narcoleptic
I couldn't help it
People never understand, it's like how you feel when you've been up for days
I was narcoleptic
I could sleep 12 hours
And not feel refreshed, because my sleep doesn't heal me, like it heals you and others
I was narcoleptic
I know I took those stimulants
But they made me edgy and nervous, and I turned into a **** so I didn't take them but
I was narcoleptic
You see, those stimulants, Vyvanse
Made me feel like I'd been up for days but running on 2 pots of coffee because
I was narcoleptic
A man who has been up for days
Is not often the most polite and I hated being impolite so I stopped taking them but
I was narcoleptic
So I spent my days sleeping
Sleeping till noon, then needing to sleep at 3 PM, until 10 at night and then until noon because
I was narcoleptic
Your stepdad said he wouldn't stand for that "crap"
But I couldn't help it, I wanted to see you more than anything and I knew it hurt you but
I was narcoleptic
Not only am I narcoleptic
I think I have fibromyalgia just like my grandmother, who loves you too, I think,
I have fibromyalgia.
Today I'm still narcoleptic with fibromyalgia
But I've found a cure, a mix of two pills, one for the narcolepsy and one for the pain
One pill is designed for nothing but narcolepsy (not ADHD) and the other a narcotic for the pain
You'd have no idea how much better I feel than I did before
You'd have no idea because you don't care to learn who I am
Because I'm not who I was, I'm refreshed, something new, I'm normal for once
Not just feeling bad, not just tired and sore and fatigued, not so depressed I can't get out of bed
Just narcolepsy and fibromyalgia.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
We were born into a world of shallow minds and deep disturbances of young millennials mimicking mindless mimes because we were told to stay in line but be yourself but follow me but think "originality."
A generation full of copycatting individuals with monotone mindsets mulling over social ladders and trends dictated by invisible monarchs of industry inviting and spoon feeding insecurities masked as improvements.
A generation spending more time pretending not to care than on passions stifled by our peer pressuring playmates who are all prescribed Vyvanse, Adderall, Ritalin for their incurable imaginations deemed "learning disabilities."
A generation of temporary friendships because no one can connect with each other but we can connect to the internet and chat with strangers and share thoughts, photos, and secrets to a virtual audience that loses interest in an entanglement of wires forming a noose around our sincerity.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Some chemical influences are necessary.
Experimentation is mandatory.
Skim the syllabus and you will see,
MDMA is chapter three.
Hemp is the strongest ****
At least that's what I learned in Botany.
Biology came as quite a shock,
When the plants pulled out their *****
English came as such a breeze,
The Diazepam brought poetry bees.
They pollinated the dopamine receptor,
Which greatly impressed my psychology professor.
When the zombies rose for dead weeks droll,
Adderall and Vyvanse kept us cool.
There's always a place in the Union Bathroom stall
To do a dome some Coke before study hall.
Of all the girls in my dorm floor
Roxy and Molly were just next door.
Art history wasn't the most entertaining,
Until Absinth was my painting water.
Finals were such a stress, so I'll admit
We laced our gin shots with Xanex.
College was an experience, I'll admit,
But Chemistry got me on the DEAn'S list.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
Dear Prozac,
Thank you for saving my life.
Maybe one day, I will be a good wife.
Ill witted me, now singing softly.
Dear Xanax,
Thank you, for now I can breath.
Too much, and I can’t talk .
Just enough, I can barely walk.
Dear Adderall,
My favorite of the bunch,
For you always keep me up.
Grinding you in a powder,
To feel your mighty ******
Dear Vyvanse,
Always necessary and prescribed,
When you can never eat,
Who needs bulimia nervosa?
The daily calories are in my mimosa
Dear Ambient,
Thank you for the sleep.
All the others make me wide-eyed.
With you, I feel the day, complete.
No longer I will be, a zombie.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 2:10 PM UTC
How do I convey myself in the hobbies I've kept close
How am I supposed to fabricate originality if I keep needing a higher dose
of the drug that keeps waters calm and skies clear
my dear
I feel a storm coming
about noon of every day
thoughts begin constricting in unnoticeable ways
strangling hope and taunting fear
I swear I hear
the scream I can't make
or maybe it's the doubt I couldn't shake
the existence that I fake
or the pieces I let people take
And I'm sorry now for realizing how I made them believe I'm the same
but I'm so wise for my age
I've torn down my own way.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
vyvanse, at last, my chance to be
alive, to do, to finish all my
projects, **** I love this job,
I want to dig it all day long
ritalin, my only friend, you'll be
there till the very end, I know
that I am happy now, I
think that I have meaning now,
I wish you wouldn't bring me down, I wish I weren't
running out
adderall, yeah that's my ****
when addie's there, agree with it,
I'll never stop this addie binge, I know that
I don't have to quit,
my doctor tells me "this is it",
my dealer tells me "this the ****
I'm happy now it's safe to say the
war on drugs will end today,
amphetamine's the bread we break, the
wedding band that's been exchanged
between this government-sanctioned
pharmaceutical cartel
and the DEA
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Why do you think you’re so weird all the time? it’s nothing more than insecurity
*not entirely, it’s society mainly, social norms can’t be something I accustom to
you know that flaley
spellcheck made it difficult because it changed your name to flakey
which would be accurate in description but from depiction you’re
there as can be which most of the time makes people think you’re
creepy which maybe you are or maybe you just care too much*
stop getting my ******* in a bunch
you’re not an uncomfortable pair of overalls
i like writing: i like
and stuff i feel it makes living seem real and etherial ******** like those rambles and made-up words like quwanamble
*this is probably why you didn’t make it to the second round in the poetry slam
and why you’re so embarrassed of your poetry because you know you go ham
in the most personal narcissistic way, kinda puts the bad at bay
but only until the vyvanse wears off and
your **** jar is empty
and your cigarettes have been smoked
and all your klonopin has been digested
and your bank account is empty
and the only thing left to take out your self pity on
is this poetry*
i like writing words like cigarettes
and rhyming them with causal **** like
regrets
i miss my studded cardigan, i regret leaving it at toads place
i regret smoking all those cigarettes
but that doesn’t mean I won’t smoke another one
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
gulping unprescribed vyvanse, to focus on material mind deceiving things on social media to see what all the fuss is about
social media is a place for the "malaventurados" locked in screens, purposely
why are they scared to explore the wilderness
be one with nature, breathe the air people from a million years ago were breathing, breathe the same air dinosaurs were breathing if you believe in that prehistoric timeline
isn't it great?
we're jailed in technology, in "innovation", in "better solutions to meet new requirements"
we're walking on innovative grids thinking it's okay to cherish the unrealistic programmed websites made by those who weren't saved in time
exploring the internet, is like exploring ways to lose the key to freedom, to lose the key to the feel of soft grass on your feet, to lose the
to key to the feel of air brushing against your skin
be one with the air Adam breathed
be one with the good and evil
be one with the sun that looked over at Jesus Christ when he was being crucified
be one with the God you believe in that loves you as much as Cane hated Abel
be one with the earth, because today is a new chapter in the earths rotation
today's a new series of self made bibles for artists to grasp, and paint on a smooth textured canvas
today's a new TV show for poets to emulate in sentences along with metaphors, comparing love to pain
be one with what's been here for you all along, from the ocean that's plentiful with everything you need to be happy
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Well… well… well… we meet again.
I break you down.
I stir you up 1 ½ should do.
I choke you back and wait to react.
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
Wait… for… it….
EXCELLENCE IS ACHIEVED!
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
i fell in love with you
on nights scrambled with vyvanse
your tight little *** in sweatpants
so high was i on your love
you wore these once
but now i wear them
when i'm feeling my very worst
i wear them when i need the reminder
i'm no longer your girl
for years, after you left me,
my heart was sick and bloated
so now i wear your sweatpants
when i've got my period
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
the emptiness that dawns on me
images conjured in my
mind
only to have left me blind
i thought i could suffice
such an hour
but that hour turns into days
and those days...
all those days for you to have stayed away.
long fights
empty nights
only to leave the Devil
to shine his light of fire
He leads me down
the realm of Hell
controlling my soul
holding me whole
the rope intertwined between my fingertips
i desperately
hopelessly and
foolishly
try to stand on my own two feet
but sometimes i feel that
the only thing it sound intertwine
is my
neck.
shots of sake
transfer to
shots of bleach
in order to drown the emotions
of being so bleak
'open your mouth'
He whispers
'pain will no longer exist here'
He smirks.
Jack Daniels
Richard Hennessy
Remy Martin
'they're your friends
baby girl,
they'll love you when no one else will'
He taunts.
Vyvanse
Oxy
Klonpin
Xannies
'they all taste the same,
its like candy'
He promises
Blow
Fantasia
Hell Dust
'Its a gift from Earth,
just trust me'
He demands.
He
my savior
and I
the distressed
He
my master
and I
the slave
He
still Satan
and I
in satin
00:59
one minute to be saved
they tell me,
save yourself or
remain unsaved
in the lonely hour
where there is just
myself
and voided love
I declared
not to be saved
01:00
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
I am here to tell you of the trials.
Of the lies, implemented beguiles.
Those lacking, to be properly identified.
Society on a repeat like it was ************* Riverside.
Here to say I ain't got nothing to prove
lest you get delirious with the smooth words that you use.
Now I'll say the rhymes will get serious,
like you just got lost in a mysterious experience.
But I'm not saying that you gotta believe, coz son I make a career of trashing mc's.
Bigger--
than your brain stem follicles.
Now I've got you and so I'm finna follow you, into
decadent limelight.
Into,
the rhyme
just to prove I have got nothing to hide.
Rapping in an interim, a slap to the backside.
Super-sonic:
plastic gum-trees.
Heating it up to over 9000 degrees.
Your mind I'm gonna beat up
scrap monastics
rubber-johnny, or such as broken elastic.
Gimme the bone-knife, coz I'm gonna bereave
that boredom, of yours like swiss cheese.
You see--
I'm a superman 'lead,
so get ready for the critical sieve.
I come as smoke
and rap
this rhyme~
with raspy voice and anime streams
through sleepless nights.
Gonna take your
head and there's a chance
That I might
curb-stomp or filet it.
Maybe even give your *** a transplant.
Turn it 'round, and
turn it to clay, and I
don't mind.
Do you know what I mean?
Bumming around, roasting mc's.
Your rhyme dictionary
got nothing on 'deez,
for you see
I was simply never out to please.
My words, don't worry, I won't shove into your mouth
An unloaded gun pointed
north or south,
and I run my mouth even with nobody around.
And with texts I flex,
to create a veritable meltdown.
i come here to roast the mc's,
so you'd better get ready for me
The bricks,
mortar of the castle.
Nothing in my mind is going to be bashful,
when dealing with you...
You're like a plush shade of pastel;
like a car without grease on the axle.
Now you go and write some words so my retort can make some some common sense.
It's like I'm talking to myself on vyvanse.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC
Lexapro to be a pro
At a mastering the status quo
No one likes a Debbie Downer,
Do you have to be so sour?
Adderall not working anymore?
Getting up is still a chore?
Vyvanse might be what what you need.
Anything to help me, please!
Xanax for anxiety
And so it works reliably
Take it with hydroxyzine
Trazadone to help you sleep
Choke down a handful of these
Won't matter the amount
As long as it knocks you out
Let's try this, let's try that
Uh oh, looks like that one made you fat
Once we finish with the vat
We'll let you know how to get you back
Shut up, shut up, shut up!!
Can't you just grow up??!
Brushed off, brushed off, brushed off
A little something to take the edge off
Maybe you should meditate
But for now we're sending you upstate
Medicated since 15?
Have you tried a guillotine?
Struggle, struggle, struggle
Let's fit you for a muzzle
Sit down, sit down, sit down
You look just like a clown
We heard you the first time
Can't you ask without crying?
This drama queen
Can't get past what happened at 17
Crybaby if you ask me
Did you even hear her speak?
She's lost and can't be found
Let's show some mercy
Put this one down
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
I've tried ******* *** and various forms of *****
***** fireball, jack, and Malibu.
**** Xanax, speed and molly too.
But My drug of choice was always you.
You should come with a BOLD bright red warning label:
WARNING MAY CAUSE WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS or,
MAY BREAK YOUR HEART.
No drug ever put me through what you did, locked me inside my own head, made me feel insane...
Your withdrawal symptoms are things I never thought I would have to endure but you come in the night and the dreams you leave keep me up for days in a way that vyvanse never could.
The photos on my walls, still yet to be removed demolish my very soul every morning that I
Simply open my eyes.
The saddest part is,
If you would just talk to me, once more,
I would try to find a way to inject your words into me.
Try to find a way to not feel so
numb....or am I trying to feel more numb?
Please make me feel like me again,
My addiction.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC