#DrugAbuse

47 posts
  • firefly93 28w

    Embers and Ash

    Drowning in a sea of powder and booze
    It will not give you what you need
    You fool, go back to school, you fool
    Before you flush away your dreams

    Frozen in time day by day
    Ride the tidal wave
    Can you tell me what is happening

    Take me away from this place
    Don't want to be here no more
    Feel the creases on my face
    I'm lost up here in space

    Deserted dreamers in distress,
    Excess beyond what any eyes should see

    Naked in the dark
    Been awake for days
    Feed this bonfire
    Flames dance and play
    Throw your life away

    Warped faces cackling
    A sinking feeling strikes
    Embers and ash crackling
    No rest for us tonight
    No end to this in sight

    I did this to myself my friend
    Yes I'm the one to blame
    Thought this day would never end
    And now it's here again
    Thought you were my friend

    ©firefly93

  • gemsofficiel 41w

    The Silent Killer

    During the day
    And even at night
    The Silent Killer strikes
    Man, Woman, Child
    The Silent Killer attacks them all

    Enslaving the body, mind and soul
    Making the sane person insane
    The insane person still thinks they're sane
    The victim forgets the past
    The time when their mind was intact
    When their body was whole
    And their soul was still alive
    It's all in the past

    The Silent Killer strikes
    With every puff on a cigarette, he strikes
    In every taste of a strange substance, he strikes
    With every sniff of a white powder, he strikes
    In every mixture of psychotic "delicacies", he strikes

    You lose your senses
    You lose yourself
    You forget where you are
    You forget where you're going
    You forget what's around you

    You go to that place in the clouds
    I think they call it cloud nine
    Where you feel like anything is possible
    You fly to the moon and back
    Going as high as you can

    Trying to escape from your painful reality
    Trying to fit in with the crowd
    Just wanting to feel good
    But when you come down from that high
    Your painful reality is still there
    The crowd you try to fit in with will forget you
    When the Silent Killer takes you
    You're constantly trying to feel good
    That you always run into the arms of the silent killer
    And away from the real solutions

    This Silent Killer
    You've erased many memories
    Cut short many lives
    Destroyed many destinies
    Filled the hospitals and rehabs with many casualties
    Decorated the cemeteries with souls that never got the chance to live
    And you still keep taking many with you

    Now its time to fight
    Now its time to rise
    To end your reign of terror
    And show the world that there's a better way out of pain
    That they should face their reality and show it who's boss
    That fitting in erases their uniqueness
    To let them know that the place between consciousness and unconsciousness is just a waiting room and not a solution
    That they should not run into the arms of the silent killer
    But into the arms of the Humble Savior (Jesus).

    ©gemsofficiel

  • the_fragile_broken_and_lost 64w

    Dirty High Low

    I have searched
    High and high
    Low and low
    High and low
    Low and high

    Coming up dirty
    Needing my cleansing
    Never was clean
    Old white girl
    She got me

    Got me good
    I’m all hood
    The looks given
    Looks can kill
    I was ill

    No damn consideration
    No damn conversation
    Only had condensation
    Wishing for conversations
    Something won’t give.

    I’m still dirty
    Old girl’s flirty
    Craving her high
    Chasing her down
    Then she did

    ©somewhat_damaged_bipolar_soul

  • vegiisaur 72w

    Austin Roose

    I could see it in your eyes
    You never wanted this life
    You tell yourself lies
    Just trying to survive
    Your always wanted out
    I swore you'd make it someday
    See what life's all about
    Keep in touch along the way
    You made it out alright
    I just heard the news
    The drugs won the fight
    I really wish it wasn't you
    But sitting here today
    I can hear it in your voice
    Every time you'd say
    You wish life gave you a choice
    The decision was yours
    Going back to the Queen
    Only four weeks ago
    I was proud you were clean
    So imagine my surprise
    And the sheer disbelief
    When you met your demise
    Now you're free from the grief
    ©vegiisaur

  • blackrogue 108w

    Lets get too high
    Reach a new high
    Pop the pills
    Take the shrooms
    At the same time
    Really thought that would make us feel alright
    It did make us feel euphoric for awhile
    But in only 10 minutes
    We were back to the beginning
    All was lost
    We were void of all feeling
    Wandering souls with no purpose
    Life has lost all meaning
    The only thing on our minds
    How to get to the finish
    ©blackrogue

  • sunofyah913 111w

    "A POEM THAT IS 358 WORDS LONG"

    #Drugs #Poetry #Rhyming #LongPoem #DrugAbuse

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    HUGS & DRUGS (POEM)

    I SUBMIT TO ALL MY FILTHY WAYS,
    I VOW TO BOW,
    AND BE THEIR BITCH,
    NOW WHAT IS THIS,
    A MODERN SLAVE,
    NO WILL AT ALL,
    NOR COMMON SENSE,
    NO HEALTHY THOUGHTS,
    MY MIND'S TOO SICK,
    NOW WHEN I WALK,
    I STOMP AND KICK,
    AND WHEN I TALK,
    I STUTTER AND SPIT,
    PEEK AT THE GEEK
    WHO HAS A LISP,
    PEEK AT THE FREAK WITH TWO BUCK TEETH HE USE TO NIBBLE AND GNAW ON TREATS WHO'S AT A PEAK OF PURE ECSTASY BECAUSE QUITE UNEXPECTEDLY A GIRL SAID SHE'LL UNDRESS FOR ME AND DANCE FOR ME AND PRANCE FOR ME BUT NOT FOR FREE OF COURSE SHE'LL CHARGE BUT WHAT'S THE FEE (A TRIP TO MARS!) OKAY I SEE SO WHEN THE SCHOOL BELL RINGS I RAN BACK HOME AND STARTED TO SING I GET INSIDE AND THEN DECIDE TO TAKE A BAG AND GET SUPPLIED WITH CERTAIN PILLS THAT FRIES YOUR MIND THAT GETS YOU BY THAT'LL GET HER HIGH YEAH IT'S FUCKED UP (I CAN'T DENY) BUT I'M NOT GOD (I'M JUST SOME GUY) SO ONCE THE PILLS OR DRUGS GET SNATCHED AND PACKED I'M ON MY WAY (I'LL BE RIGHT BACK) I TOLD MY MOM SHE COULD RELAX "DON'T STAY OUT LATE YOU'LL GET ATTACKED BY MEN WITH GUNS AND KNIVES OR BATS WHO ALL WEAR MASKS AND DRESS IN BLACK WHO MIGHT BE "BLACK" NEGROES WITH HATS (NIGGERS WITH GATS) "CRIMINALS" IN FACT I SEEN A FEW OUTSIDE I WATCHED THOSE THUGS IN THEIR "HOT" RIDES THEIR STOLEN CARS THEY WON'T GET MINE I'LL CALL THE COPS WHEN THEY ARRIVE" I DIDN'T REPLY TO HER HARSH WORDS AND GOT MY THINGS AND SAID I'LL TRY AND TELL MY DAD THAT I SAID HI WHEN HE GETS HOME OKAY NOW BYE AND OFF I WENT I RAN FOR MILES MY LEGS ARE SPENT I SEARCHED MY POCKET AND GRABBED A MINT I KNOCKED ON HER DOOR WITH EVERY INTENT TO RECEIVE A KISS WHEN I SURPRISE HER WITH THIS SWEET MIX OF PRESCRIPTION DRUGS I HOPE AND WISH THAT SHE'S AT HOME AND THIS ISN'T SOME TRICK SHE OPENED THE DOOR YES THIS IS IT!

    ©SunofYah913

  • favody 114w

    Drug Gong

    The heart moves in beats
    Beats of highs and lows
    Creating tones distinct

    The feet, the mind fret
    They try to move in sync
    But contradict in spite

    The fingers dances
    But the anklet retracts
    In a ball of contradictions

    The nose sniffs the horrid smell
    The desire to leave, it sends to the brain
    Only for it to be trampled down by emotions

    All these barely make sense
    But to a being in throes, it does
    For all it wants is to be satisfied

    The white, brown and wrapped substance
    Is a deathly enticing drum
    Making the being dance to its unending doom

    The knees buckle in submission
    Wars of the mind scraped like a scalpel
    Only the emotions must satiate

    On and on it goes
    On and on it feels
    On and on it grows

    The fingers grasp languidly
    The eyes ever firmly placed
    It seemed too good to be true

    The first taste is ever surreal
    The second not as much
    For the desire knows no bounds

    ©favody

  • j_r_poe 119w

    Staring into the mirror
    Vacant pinpoint pupils
    Blankly gazing
    Back into mine
    Desperately, frantically
    Searching
    For any semblance of a soul
    Absquatulated so long ago
    An empty shell in a body suit
    Ready to unzip when nobodys around
    Crawl out of my skin
    And slither around
    Features resemble
    Someone I used to know
    But why do I seem
    So unrecognizable
    Face fleshless and ashened
    Body so meak
    Peanut brittle as a person
    Except nothing was sweet
    If I could reach in and shake me
    Bring me back to the ground
    Cemented in the mirror
    Obsessing
    Will my kidnapped soul
    Ever be freed
    From this imperceptible captivity
    ©j_r_poe

  • unarmed_poet 122w

    Pointless

    Struggling, not breathing, choking to death;
    Floating in all of the shit that surrounds me.
    Unable to catch my breath…
    I’m drowning.

    Incapacitated by the stagnation of life,
    Needing to push, wanting to move forward and past
    All of the torments in my life…
    I’m fighting.

    Low points, high points, no point, pointless.
    Wanting to shove all of your opinions up your ass
    Into the origin of your endless lying…
    I’m fed up.

    But now aren’t you lucky?
    Mooching, lying, getting high;
    Taking another ride, an easy ride
    On everyone else’s dime.

    And you are so lucky
    Having two asses
    One in back
    One right on your face?

    Where your lies spew out like shit;
    Leaking from the dirty hole
    Shooting like a shotgun blast…
    Into my space.

    Disbelieving, never dreaming…why what’s the point?
    Cannot conceive of your mind’s ease;
    How can you even sleep with yourself at night?
    I’m tired.

    Uncaring, unknowing, unconscious, half the time;
    Spending time with people that don’t give a shit
    Instead of finally growing up and getting a job…
    She’s almost grown up.

    Stacey Welsh
    ©the_village_poet

  • jynxielynn85 123w

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  • crissi 126w

    C10H15N

    I wish I knew what he needed
    I've tirelessly tried, begged and pleaded
    Stop gathering the residue
    Overdosing out of the blue
    Clutching the burnt straw
    How much you going to withdraw?
    Using all our savings
    Just to satisfy those cravings
    Use to be wine
    Now it's his lifeline
    Coke & meth
    Got him looking like death
    Staring into my eyes
    He barely cries
    He has to survive
    Is he alive?
    No, just hypnotized
    by those white lines

    ©crissi

  • edreesceerah 126w

    Never waste away your today, Live for tommorow!!!

    It all starts from a mere probing, or should i say curiosity?
    That urge for something unusual.
    "What harm is there? Its only a taste"?

    Or perhaps, from peer-pressure.
    "Why not? Everyone is doing it"
    Gradually, one progresses.
    From wanting a taste, to getting a feast.
    Drugs are addictive.

    Never waste away your today, to drug abuse or misuse.
    Your life is too precious. You owe it to yourself and to your society, to flourish and be part of a change.
    Help invest in positivity, for the betterment of the future.
    Tomorrow is nothing but a concept, a perception to be precise.
    You never know, if you will live to see it.
    So, In other to own your tommorow, you have to invest in your today.
    Do not give in to a time of pleasure,
    To something that will cost you treasures.
    Live in today, shun drug abuse and own your tommorow.
    Because, your today, determines your tommorow.
    ©edreesceerah

  • takytales 127w

    #drug_addiction

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    One more definition :


    The urge to meet someone knowing that
    love won't come from the other side .

    #takytales
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  • sunofyah913 129w

    LOST SOUL (POEM)

    I LOST MY HEART,
    AND LOST MY SOUL,
    RIPPED FROM MY CHEST,
    NOW THERE'S A HOLE,
    I LOST MY WAY,
    MY PATH IS BLEAK,
    THE ROADS ARE DARK,
    I'M IN THESE STREETS,
    DON'T LOOK FOR ME,
    I'M FAR TOO GONE,
    DON'T HAVE A CLUE,
    WHAT DRUGS I'M ON,
    BUT ALL I KNOW,
    IS MOVE MY FEET,
    I HAVE TO GO,
    I'M TOO HIGH TO SLEEP.

    ©SunofYah913

  • taylorallgood1 135w

    Rotting poppy poison.

    One fanged snakebite on your arm. You lay as the dirty troll under the bridge waiting for the next delivery to get your fix. You happily take the poison to feel content even enough to cover the stench. We all miss who you use to be.

  • jynxielynn85 138w

    Hot spoons, needles down, shooting liquid flames straight into the vein.
    Lithium becomes poison, doused in flame.
    Please stop squandering our youth.
    My heart breaks when I think of you,
    please let me save you.
    Wild child, my darling brown-eyed boy,
    have you always been so remorseless?
    How you love those devils dancing with you,
    but it's the human who will lose.
    You've forgotten the real you, he's still in there.
    A prisoner trapped inside methamphetamine clouds battling your addiction, growing weaker every day.
    You play dangerous games using crystal jewels,
    surely you can see how no one wins.
    The more you play the more it takes.
    Until you're floating on a river named Styx.
    You could turn away, please don't wait.
    Tomorrow may be too late.
    I know you're afraid of the pain,
    all risk when you can gain.
    I promise you'll be okay it's time to face a new day.
    We've been waiting, what felt like forever.
    Walk with me, can we please stay in the sun.

    ©jynxielynn85

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    ©jynxielynn85

  • the_tokumei_writer 145w

    THE PART

    He started smoking, so that he could be a part of the group

    He started drinking, so that he could be a part of the group

    He started consuming drugs, so that he could be a part of the group

    He consumed his whole life and ended up being a part of the group - in the same graveyard

    ©the_tokumei_writer

  • darkened_fantasies 147w

    She bargained for minutes of ecstacy for an eternity of chaos.

    ©darkened_fantasies

  • aflyingpoet 150w

    VALLEYS OF SINFUL ALLEYS

    64 needles afore inserted, while seated upon the 64th square
    Of a cold marbled chessboard,
    Replaced by a lonely loser's venous thirsty floor.
    Broken walls draped in crimson dripping silence,
    While a shinigami holds a broken doorknob,
    The only one,
    In this windowless room's only forsaken door.

    A chilling Whisper brushed past cold ears;
    A rusty nail painted red in murderous fears,
    Prodded the rear
    Of my shivering neck,
    As my collar was painlessly grabbed,
    When a suited reaper arriveth,
    To cash a puny life's puny final paycheck.

    At the northern corner perched,
    A looming charred skeletal scarecrow,
    And born out of my own decaying bones,
    A thousand needles high, ghastly, lifeless and hollow.

    In a fetal position crouched at the center of the room,
    My wretched and drained zombie of a soul,
    Now forcefully dragged backwards by a cold
    Righteous yet unfair devilish fist,
    Diabolically overpowering in its control.

    The numbness leaving me paralyzed beyond universal realms,
    Made easier for the iron grip pulling me beyond the door.
    And now lugged along and into a venomous alley,
    Full of a million brazen forgotten memory,
    Drawn along stories that wore,
    Discarded ashore tumorous grainy bruises so sore.

    My collar grasped merciless and draggeth,
    Along asphalt that bore no goodwill,
    Only onwards to an ardent final sabbath,
    Past a tattered sign that once read 'Paradise Valley'.

    There;
    That's the trash can behind where I'd lain,
    Not 2 nights ago,
    Fallen from a cloud of self-inflicted pain,
    Drenched in my own tears, blood and saliva,
    King of my own delusional domain.

    There;
    That's the corner where badges tried to restrain,
    Me, with an
    Army of arms and a dozen Great Danes.
    Disrespectful, as I tried to explain,
    The reason for my never-yielding campaign,
    Of crack cocaine,
    Why after years and years,
    Yet unable to abstain,
    I continued to repeatedly stain,
    My own apathetic arrangement of veins,
    Addicted to the habit and not the drugs,
    Unable to refrain,
    With loss of emotions, once culturally humane.

    A dysfunctionally fulfilled synchronization,
    Delusional and unforgiving,
    Attached to a sensation unreal yet existent,
    Only inside one's mind,
    Became the calling card that invited the Devil within,
    As it penetrated the skin,
    Irrelevant of human definitions of sin,
    Now painfully further irrelevant,
    When the singing shinigami,
    Plays my sorrowful final chord
    Upon his mournful violin.
    ©aflyingpoet