drug and alcohol abuse poetry

tremors

chadwick wrote:

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

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....

chadwick

part (IV)

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

Chip McFlennigan

......

runaway

Let me tell you something
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

tremors

runaway wrote:

Let me tell you something
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

Very powerful - very strong poem - thanks

chadwick

chadwick wrote:

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

my bullshit writing is still alive
it is not deleted

thank you

tremors

Sorry if I've started any blasphemous rumours!! I was just plain wrong - thanks god nobody would have the indecency to delete this poem!!

God bless chadwick and his eloquent exploration of the fucking of the drugs counsellor!!

chadwick

tremors wrote:

Sorry if I've started any blasphemous rumours!! I was just plain wrong - thanks god nobody would have the indecency to delete this poem!!

God bless chadwick and his eloquent exploration of the fucking of the drugs counsellor!!

you are not wrong and you are wonderful
love you tremors

thank you

tremors

Why can't the whole world be like the PJ poetry forum dammit?

acrossssSsssshittt

idon'tbelieveinlies
butthetruth'sabitdry
ineedtogethigh
andprayidon'tlie

here's to drug and alcohol abuse
chadwickstyle

tremors

Hi

acrossssSsssshittt

tremors wrote:

Hi

high

tremors

acrossOceans wrote:

tremors wrote:

Hi

high

Hire

acrossssSsssshittt

tremors wrote:

acrossOceans wrote:

tremors wrote:

Hi

high

Hire

no liar

tremors

acrossOceans is no liar
Like me, we speak freely
Of drugs, abuse and poetry
With time we will see the strengths
and weaknesses of such a strategy
For truth can heal
Truth can kill
By the truth we can be freed
So, hey brother
Can I get a hit of your weed?

chadwick

Percodan flowers
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget

Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well

Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes

However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold

Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them

Hey Henry
do you see the ocean?

Hey Henry

tremors

chadwick wrote:

Percodan flowers
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget

Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well

Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes

However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold

Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them

Hey Henry
do you see the ocean?

Hey Henry

Fuck me. Quite a read for 8am! Class, pure class

tremors

I used to wake and bake
Breakfast, lunch and tea
And every time I asked
My friends said it was good for me.
When the walls started warping
Good for me
When the strangers started stalking
Good for me
When the people closest were conspiring
No problem
Smoking the mind into a dark tunnel
Blinkered
Oblivion
Non addictive yet no sleep
Without a hit
Hearty and healthy, natural
Yet unnatural fears were oozing out of the smoke.
'Just paranoia' they said
Like it was normal
I guess it is normal, when you're high
Everyone knows this
Even the doubters
It's not rocket science
They all know this
Loving the haze, touching the craze
But staying within range
Of sanity, sobriety, normality, reality
Me, I left the porch
'It's good for you, no problems'
Is how they helped
So it was left to me to sort this shit out
Me and the straight ones who had the backbone
to put their shoulder to the task
All my friends, well they were weak willed and lazy
and liked to giggle
And it was a threat
A threat to admit
You could smoke yourself off the edge
Denial, I call it. Plain and simple
Good for you, good for you
Until the hazy blinkered tunnel drops into a pit
'No problems, good for you'
That's what they will say,
Your friends
And that's when you realise
You are on your own.

I pity them really
Because they are so hazed they couldn't even feel it
Never gonna touch it
Never want to face it.
The ones that did, we're off it
And roam around pacing outside the wall
Just waiting for the next one to fall off.
And guess who's gonna be there to pick them up
Dust them off?
Not you guys. You didn't give a shit
Didn't give me even an inch of help
I hope you fucking choke on it.

acrossssSsssshittt

tremors wrote:

acrossOceans is no liar
Like me, we speak freely
Of drugs, abuse and poetry
With time we will see the strengths
and weaknesses of such a strategy
For truth can heal
Truth can kill
By the truth we can be freed
So, hey brother
Can I get a hit of your weed?

what's my hit is yours

acrossssSsssshittt

chadwick wrote:

Percodan flowers
rush brisk enthusiasm up veins
now its time to rock
get the wine barrel and the midget

Bring me the record player
stacks of records
Henry
I need Henry badly
Henry knows these songs
he knows these pharmaceuticals better than a triple beam squirming between mirrored lakes under the direction of blinking
and trying to see what’s going down the well

Somehow it’s a mistake
I held the wrong grapes

However,
I do know
that I smoked the right stuff
no, no Henry
this is the correct pill
these are the right grapes
it is the soil that was different
and off by a few inches
it was damp
yes, Henry
damp as pacific northwest soil often tends to be
and it did have decaying trees & ferns in it
it is cold

Sometimes Orcas swim by
Henry
sometimes killer whales bleed
and sometimes fog horns weep for them

Hey Henry
do you see the ocean?

Hey Henry

shit henry makes me think of harry.. tho i don't think he's anythin like harry