drug and alcohol abuse poetry

chadwick

days daze
they been melting away
i don’t remember

i don’t remember
new shoes…
so holy now
shuffling away trying
sidewalks’ holes are veins

existence eats away concrete and steel
from my throat and dope
while the salvation army feeds
all the lost undead
needing living

DangDang

"Holy now!"...days/daze

Hey! haha

rocks
and steel
taken for granite

chadwick

some people should be ran over with a ocean liner delivering marshmallows.
some people think i am glorifying the derelict lifestyle.
it's a god damn poem, what the fuck??????
supposedly i am not honoring those who have the strength and whatnot to get and stay clean.

fuck off.
pm me more stupid shit about this and im gonna send a atom bomb to your address.

i love almost everyone.
im sorry society has hardcore drug addicts and alcoholics trippin balls amongst others.

next poem titled... AA & the blow job every wednesday night.

catefrances

chadwick wrote:

...

next poem titled... AA & the blow job every wednesday night.

am waiting in excited anticipation for this.

runaway

acid in a mirror
funny years ago
rebel for freedom
my youth spoke volumes
hey, any mota??and handed him a twenty
waited 30 minutes and he never came back
Insane--two meanings
Beehar and Dirthead--funniest fuckin' guys I ever met
The memories are spinning now
The daze/days needed to end
(the fun actually stopped a long time ago)

chadwick

runaway wrote:

acid in a mirror
funny years ago
rebel for freedom
my youth spoke volumes
hey, any mota??and handed him a twenty
waited 30 minutes and he never came back
Insane--two meanings
Beehar and Dirthead--funniest fuckin' guys I ever met
The memories are spinning now
The daze/days needed to end
(the fun actually stopped a long time ago)

rock on.
love it
love u

nicely done
this is inspiring acid & shrooms days back in the day
hold on to your nuts
you're about to fry
:twisted:

chadwick

catefrances wrote:

chadwick wrote:

...

next poem titled... AA & the blow job every wednesday night.

am waiting in excited anticipation for this.

how do i write it?
never written porn poetry much :think: :lolno: :twisted:

she was a drug & alcohol dependency counselor
i was one of many i’m sure
cross addictions
problems with law-way

she would lay herself
with everything open
into my hands
sliding herself on top of my hard jeans

whiskey, weed,
tweekin’ balls got me here
she’s my drug counselor
i’m fucking her brains loose after every wednesday night’s meeting.

we’re in the church basement
she’s the oral queen showing me god
spinnin’ saintly rooms of sweat
no air
she kisses me like poison

i would taste her open pours
thighs all wet before me
her firm diamond
a grape
my mouth to love

next wednesday
i’ll be late for the next substance abuse class
but that’s cool and stuff
i’m fucking the counselor’s brains loose

catefrances

shes the oral queen showing me god

love it!

prism

it seems chad has found his calling... for wednesday nights

Chip McFlennigan

........

mikalina

Wow Chad, this is pretty powerful stuff....

You've never written porn poetry ?? I have to admit - you're very good at it !!!

This should give you some ideas for your next book....

DangDang

chadwick wrote:

she was a drug & alcohol dependency counselor
i was one of many i’m sure

Chadwick,

I always thought your poetry was in a league of its own,
But this one really takes the grape..CAKE, I mean cake. :shock:


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acrossssSsssshittt

hard
...deep inside the core

sex, drugs
where's the rock n roll

fuck it, you're good

acrossssSsssshittt

chadwick wrote:

fuck off.
pm me more stupid shit about this and im gonna send a atom bomb to your address.

and you just let me know if you need anything... just kidding

chadwick

i’ll remove it
down through the floor
right down beside the bed
no more walking
or standing there
now throw it all away
more bile drips

a box of fluid falls steady and fast
straight through my worlds
down at bedside’s illness
as doctors fold
as if cards or arms
giant glass buildings

no tools do i see
nor feel
only my wounds
only my wounds
they weep
they weep all my stuff

all my stuff
fallen
now empty floors of balloons
sailing soft

chadwick

Elaborately tethered
indulgence
the onslaught doped onward
repeated maintenance is fortune
both gained and lost
destroying lives
both ends scream

Just shoot it
let it be
bang the prize
bring it home
just take the moon-ride-home
it only takes seconds

Sounds always through the woods
each tree an amp, apple or pinecone
slowly guitars fly as if squirrels dancing canopy to canopy
I under the music as if swimming above fish
yet I am standing under forests
among foliage
the way to live
the way to comfortably
destroy self

As I get on the fire
bringing the flame down
rolling the pin
shattering dreams
the lace dove takes me away

It’s just the audible
the hearing
the beautiful ring
all fades the landing

runaway

I do it to myself everytime
thoughts that come about
...you are horrible
when will I conquer you
You have always helped
now depressed...
WTF>'
If only I would stay away from you
If only you would stay away from me
I love you,...but hate you as well
Fuck me,...no fuck you!!
You no longer work for me....
back in the rooms...how long will
that last

chadwick

runaway wrote:

I do it to myself everytime
thoughts that come about
...you are horrible
when will I conquer you
You have always helped
now depressed...
WTF>'
If only I would stay away from you
If only you would stay away from me
I love you,...but hate you as well
Fuck me,...no fuck you!!
You no longer work for me....
back in the rooms...how long will
that last

i know

tremors

runaway wrote:

I do it to myself everytime
thoughts that come about
...you are horrible
when will I conquer you
You have always helped
now depressed...
WTF>'
If only I would stay away from you
If only you would stay away from me
I love you,...but hate you as well
Fuck me,...no fuck you!!
You no longer work for me....
back in the rooms...how long will
that last

The poems in this thread are too good for words! shit-hot, every single one of em. Maybe try one of my own around midnight. The witching hour seems to bring the best lines out of me

tremors

You said neck it
You said smoke it
You said sniff it
We said mass
We cried
You never once did that

chadwick

tremors wrote:

You said neck it
You said smoke it
You said sniff it
We said mass
We cried
You never once did that

love it

thank you for your writings.
i enjoy your work.

the witching hour may just be your hour