"xanex" poems
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
She snorts her Ritalin
she snorts her xanex
she snorts her *******
before she has ***
She loves her codeine
and her amphetamines
her world spins so fast
she needs some Dramamine
she buys and sells pills,
writes prescriptions
she skips most meals
to feed her addictions
light up a cigarette
gulp down a percocet
mix uppers and downers
hoping that they offset
she takes bottle after bottle
of pills and alcohol
she just tips it back
and swallows it all
a walking pharmacy
a waiting tragedy
a princess of pills
her Medicated Majesty
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 7:12 AM UTC
There is ****** boy,
his bright blue eyes and big "axe"
Take some xanex bro.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
Isla Vista
twisted you
like a warped Twizzler.
You miss her,
but the Xanex and K-pins,
the fifth of gin
that brought you to your knees,
spinning in the throws
of ODing,
kills everyone,
not just yourself.
Maybe your first breath
after being an inch from death
tasted brand new,
I can only hope
that support from us all
will keep another bottle of pills
from disappearing
down
your
throat
.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Can you imagine a silent savior? I have one.
All my thoughts stretch to it and
There I find comfort, there I find reflections of my dreams, I invest myself.
Here I find a cure for all the ailments of my life, all the hypothetical problems and abstract thoughts, providing me with feelings
Every pill and drug claims to provide us with, but no prozac, no
Xanex, no opiates or hallucinogens will ever allow me to connect with the world like this.
I found
Significance.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
i'm guilty.
i have the world expecting so much of me
but all i want to do is run.
i'd never claim status as a full blown addict,
but i have an overwhelming urge to go numb.
i know, it's dumb.
silly me, i lost a brother not a son
so it shouldn't be as hard for me.
at least that's what is implied,
what the world makes it seem.
I am supposed to endure my pain
while being strong for dad and mommy.
**** it, fine. I'll be strong this time.
So when you're all feeling fantastic
I'll just destress alone in the backseat
of a car filling discreetly
with carbon monoxide, i'll goto sleep
as it creeps into my lungs slowly.
maybe I'll run off to the carolina's,
with a recently seperated married man.
commit myself to a tragic relationship.
See what ******** drama comes out of it.
Or I could participate in the norm and
go use my insurence cards.
meet a good doctor to
Explain my anxiety's and get a script written up,
.50 Xanex and self adjust my dosages.
float myself into bliss.
It'd be just like old times...
Slow me down enough to see the beauty in it all,
until i run out and have to come back up.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
Das Fuehrer gefüllt mit Flöte.
Listening 2 yawns,
meditating on medication,
lisping a cry to Das Führer,
I proffer a pray,
im morgen Früh, im morgen Führer,
im morgen nah; hören Sie mich.
Not 4 pleasure yearning 4 unright
Unctuous crimes. Not with U.
Not with boast (yet not with hate 2).
Hating the bath water with the babe
as it bashes Reaper's polemic
hellfire falling out of window;
Still me, in that kindness enters
my home, bowing cuz the doorway is 2 large.
Guiding in black ink,
writing a way
out of loyalties mouth,
out of sclerotic liver,
and contumacious throat.
I tongue an act, a play,
staying guilty in U,
saying guilty in Us.
Lemmings encouraged to revolt,
Offending in U,
Rejoicing only in Us.
Witness our joy, that Xanex protects
against dull moments, forgetting Us,
bland blessings rightly
Surrounded by Yawn's shield.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
Imagine falling out of a window or getting in a car crash, break some bones, get a few stitches, scrape some skin
You'll get a cast, few bandages and anesthetic
Now Imagine cancer, a tumorous mass maybe somewhere in your brain or lungs.. not even noticeable to you let alone those around you then some day there's a huge 8 pound mass right in your cerebellum...
Fact of the matter is your body has produced this and it is actually trying too **** you
That is what depression is like
Depression isn't a sudden disaster
You go through your whole life thinking your okay maybe this feeling is just apart of getting older till one day you wake up and you wish you hadn't.
All you've got is the Oxytocin blues and an appetite for Ritalin
****** to be able to face people and Prozac to make it through the day.
Now can you imagine finding a cure too all the ailments of life, all the hypothetical and real problems.. something even Xanex, opiates or hallucinogens will never allow you really feel.
The essence of another dancing throughout your mind, seeing significance in life even if not yours but that of another.
when you find someone who makes you understand the definition of these words, when you find the one person you can't get out of your mind after taking pill after pill desperately trying to forget them, when you look at someone and can't see a flaw, when your with someone that makes you feel so much all at once that you have to stop and try to remember the last time you've actually been that happy or laughed that hard and can't think of another single moment like the one your in..
You've found your cure.
Some of us don't
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
Chicago is the one night stand that never should have lasted four years
I thought I was facing all my fears
It was a love I saw on screen,
that was never meant for me.
It was abuse I denied
and all your bow tied lies
my ribs are bruised
still I've gotten used
to you freckled with late nights
and neon lights
I said I was leaving you
and stayed another two
years,
I don't want to hate it here
Chicago, my first love who swallowed me whole
strangers follow me home
Chicago felt my beating heart
clenched and ripped it apart
I can't forget your taste on my lips
or the delicate trickle of the wine we sipped
You keep saying you love me
how this is exactly how it's supposed to be
Isn't it wonderful! you say
you don't even notice as I look the other way
I started smoking cigarettes so I won't be hungry
Xanex for my anxiety
you keep leaving your issues at my bedroom door
I told you I can't do this anymore
I laid lonely on your cold sheets every night
trying to believe this was right
tell myself this is the only way it could have been
but I still see the blue of your fingerprints on my skin
stop pulling my hair
you know my secrets so raw and so bare
a sunset romance I thought we shared
you've only left me broken and scared
It was just a one night stand that lasted too long
Now I know I don't belong.
I'll walk away with no regret
I won't look back and I won't forget.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
I wish that for just one
God **** second,
I could turn your mood around
like a Xanex bar can.
I wish that thoughts of me
flooded your mind to the point
where the day is ruined without me,
like you do with your zombie bricks.
I am so tired of being second best
to a chemical mistress.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Sleeping is dangerous: You will dream of sunshine and happiness, but wake up to a dark cold room where you are reminded of why you went to sleep in the first place. It may seem like a safe-haven at first but eventually it becomes your only way of coping.
Words can be deceiving: You'll learn to stop trusting what people say, mainly because your mom lied to you 27 times about her drinking. You were only 6 when you learned that people lie.
Scars are not beautiful: Occasionally you'll pick up a razor and slide it across your skin, thinking, "this will make me a warrior." You'll watch as blood blossoms and blooms out of your skin. After a year or two you'll discover that you made a mistake and your legs will never be the same.
Medicine isn't magic: After two years of counseling your doctor might suggest to you xanex, and you'll think, "wow these really work." Maybe they'll continue to amaze you for a year, but eventually it'll wear off and you'll come to the conclusion that your "magic meds" were merely masking emotions that you can't get rid of.
People aren't always nice: Once you enter school and find your place, it'll become clear that everyone is hateful in some aspect of life. Kids will be mean and say awful things to you, things that make you realize at 11 years old that you are not "normal."
Crying is okay: Some days, maybe even everyday, you will break down and cry. It might be a few tears, or an entire waterfall. There is nothing wrong with that.
After four years of being diagnosed with depression I've learned that coping isn't easy, and that recovery takes more effort than just thinking, "well, I am trying."
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
post a picture of a cop and they say **** em hoes see a man with alot of guap and they gon **** him post pictures of your ***** for a 100 likes ******* and ***** is a rich mans night kids all go to bed wake up with cold sweats moms strung out on the pain pills again will it ever end god will you send someone to fight off all of this dark energy lately only finding release in xanex and Hennessy satan i need a minute scratch that make it 3 when you think you got it hard look at you neighbor but lately I only talk to myself and I broke all my mirrors gun to my head time for bed or more meds walls of my home filled with my prescription it's a hollow tip clip that gets constant refilling end it all or buy a gold chain and sell my self for 15 minutes of fame but **** the fame because i'd rather uphold my integrity instead of selling my soul to be a celebrity so excuse me while I waste away smoking this ****
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
i dont know.
the same three times every night
my eye's open, i reach for her
but she isn't there.
i tremble without her
i need you like an addict needs there xanex.
i need you to live.
with a heavy heart, my beautiful girl.
you are my favorite my favorite drug, lcp.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
I've been living in my bed
Staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the bed room door to open
It's cold under these blankets
When are you coming home?
I lost my head somewhere along the way
Some place between "forever" and "goodbye"
This morning I heard you whisper "I love you"
So my stomach turned over
And I stopped breathing before I closed my eyes
So they could meet yours
Soft and sweet
The warmest hazel I ever bathed in
The xanex carried me to you
I told you we'd meet in our dreams
That's where I'm home
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
when i came into
work this morning
you were upset
on the edge
just waiting for a call
from your brother
last night your niece
tried to commit suicide
*(she wouldn't have
made it if her twin hadn't
had an odd feeling and
called her)*
my stomach dropped
i don't know this girl
*(they found her passed
out with empty bottles
of xanax and
cough syrup)*
you told the story
over the course of
the day unfolding family
details like clean laundry
*(critical condition
and now her dad has to
go to the police because
she doesn't take xanex)*
"why would
she do that?
she only totaled
her car it wasn't
that bad why
would she do this?"
i didn't say
anything
thinking maybe
it was just the
thing that pushed
her over the edge
and the day wore on
you weren't quite
there mentally
i could tell
but on the other
hand i wasn't really
either too busy wishing
i was your niece.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
When I hear his name
I try to hide the excrutiating pain
Deep within me
That's bound to spill out in a way
creating an eruption of
unexplainable and uncontrollable emotions
I try to cover up the way I feel inside
Just like the way I cover up the way I look
On the outside
All I know is nothing really works
Whether it be xanex
Or a tube of concealor
Nothing stays hidden forever
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
Joe, then Albans, black and white.
In this first episode of the June division,
the big class has changed the game.
On April 11, Robert Kakatu and his wife
Margaret died. Workers in the United
States for one and six years in industry.
Boston, Xanex, Asia, Europe, Boston,
San Jose? It is the dark inner surface
of the office of the dentist's heart; Oh, | ||
my religion or my dentist. Vedro [dry
and often ½ fragment of grass in this
position]. In the center of Darwin, but
it should not be as defined as not in the
time of the Empire of the Spirit, if in
fact René is a huffer. Black Ribbon
Bowl football season, football season's
abstract space; satin slip in Jerusalem's
broken forest of fruit and policemen
waiting in the wilderness and bright colors
of her football ******* dancing; Announced
by the figures round shot of the stupid
darkness to the first Blonde's heaven of love;
sick girls developing a taste for new Christian
Louboutin Christian Louboutin Christian
Louboutin Christian Louboutin Christian
Louboutin Christian Louboutin Christian
Louboutin Louboutin!! The Italian who kissed ||
Lee was crazy
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
Poetry is my sertraline
To write is to create
a simple pen and paper
is my armour against hate
Music is my xanex
it’s this that ignites a spark
the inspiration that it gives me
is my sword against the dark
Nature is my therapy
the feel of wind and rain
and sounds of birds and bees
equip me for battles in my brain
Love is the most powerful
- Depression’s sworn enemy
more so than any prescription
and there’s plenty inside of me
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
Father
I have a confession
I haven't prayed since the passing of my great grandmother
Instead I fell down a rabbit hole of self pity
I cling to my vices like you do to your bible
I sell pieces of myself to strangers for a night
only for momentary pleasures that will only leave me the emptier inside
I smoke **** as excuse so that I never have to fully feel emotions
I abuse it like a xanex prescription
forever bottling it up inside
only to unravel from the seams when I blackout
Forgive me father
even though I know it's too late
no turning back now I know hell is my fate
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC