drug and alcohol abuse poetry
chadwick
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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
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
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Hey! haha
rocks
and steel
taken for granite
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.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
am waiting in excited anticipation for this.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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)
What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
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
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
love it!
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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....
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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...deep inside the core
sex, drugs
where's the rock n roll
fuck it, you're good
and you just let me know if you need anything... just kidding
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
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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
What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
i know
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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
Send my credentials to the house of detention
You said smoke it
You said sniff it
We said mass
We cried
You never once did that
Send my credentials to the house of detention
thank you for your writings.
i enjoy your work.
the witching hour may just be your hour
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Thanks - there are some superb poets on this board - and you are one of them - must be in the water!!
Actually it's 8.30pm here - just got inspired to write something from what I've been reading. My head is reeling a bit now though - those 6 lines were a bit like a fast forward through 15 years....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
tearin skin
my skin
tearin skin
laughin alone
why i gotta be someone else
why i gotta hide off
hide off
tearin skin
my skin
tearin skin
i don’t know why
leave me alone
don’t know why
leave me alone
leave me alone
pain everyday
rippin me apart
i don’t
i don’t
my pills
pills
the fire inside
fire inside
i don’t know
so much hurts
so much hurts am i
hurts
skin torn about
apart
torn bone apart bone
bones grind miserably
endless everywhere
everything inside
tearin apart
torn whiskey
torn pills pull apart
don’t know who to be
who am I
don’t know
don’t know
leave me alone
leave me be
cross your heart
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
You, you bring up a rage in me
I turn to something to take me
out of the rage
It turns out to kill me
I get sick every day
but I don't want to think
Do you understand?
I don't want to think
Feel, no, not feelings
they come around 45 days of sober time
hate them, the horror
the pain,
if sobriety was good
everyonoe would be doing it
but the ones in the rooms with smiles and laughter
how do you get that?
by going through the pain that I don't
want to endure
What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
Very powerful - very strong poem - thanks
Send my credentials to the house of detention
it is not deleted
thank you
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
God bless chadwick and his eloquent exploration of the fucking of the drugs counsellor!!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
love you tremors
thank you
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Send my credentials to the house of detention
butthetruth'sabitdry
ineedtogethigh
andprayidon'tlie
here's to drug and alcohol abuse
chadwickstyle