drug and alcohol abuse poetry

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

chadwick wrote:

tremors wrote:

I do see feel a lot of miracles in my daily life. About 10% more than the great decline. Which keeps me happy. The miracle of being able to count your blessings. The miracle of freedom, and of safety.

The real miracle I am looking for right now is for Chadwick to stop wasting time trying to get himself banned over in AET, but for him to make himself useful and come back here and write us some decent poetry!

im not trying to get banned. i said "fuck y'all" to my pals. everyone joking around and cutting up having a good laugh or whatever.

in eye to eye life do you ever say to your friends, "fuck y'all blah blah blah whatever" all in humor?

i am singled out and fucked with because i irritate someone or several and they snitch me off.
that is how i feel it to be true.

but it's A-OK to write in this, the poetry room, all about illegal drugs and the promotion of such illegal substances and the heavy use of alcohol?

i do not understand

Well you also started a thread titled 'you are a boring turd'

I think the mods have a point here though, because this is a public forum which everyone reads, not just your friends - and I think the mods are trying to clean up our act a bit now that we are getting more and more younger members joining.

The poetry forum is a bit different (though I have seen threads with too much cursing locked here too) because people are trying to express themselves in a creative way, and the vast majority of their time it's not just gratuitous swearing for the sake of it.

what the fuck is wrong with boring turd?

tremors

chickweed wrote:

tremors wrote:

chadwick wrote:

im not trying to get banned. i said "fuck y'all" to my pals. everyone joking around and cutting up having a good laugh or whatever.

in eye to eye life do you ever say to your friends, "fuck y'all blah blah blah whatever" all in humor?

i am singled out and fucked with because i irritate someone or several and they snitch me off.
that is how i feel it to be true.

but it's A-OK to write in this, the poetry room, all about illegal drugs and the promotion of such illegal substances and the heavy use of alcohol?

i do not understand

Well you also started a thread titled 'you are a boring turd'

I think the mods have a point here though, because this is a public forum which everyone reads, not just your friends - and I think the mods are trying to clean up our act a bit now that we are getting more and more younger members joining.

The poetry forum is a bit different (though I have seen threads with too much cursing locked here too) because people are trying to express themselves in a creative way, and the vast majority of their time it's not just gratuitous swearing for the sake of it.

what the fuck is wrong with boring turd?

as a topic for discussion in a music forum I have known better

tremors

Anyway, it's simple.

The mods have this formula

'Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fucking shittery' - that's probably just about okay

'You fuck, you shit, you fucking shittery'

That will get you banned


It's surely not that hard to grasp!

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

Anyway, it's simple.

The mods have this formula

'Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fucking shittery' - that's probably just about okay

'You fuck, you shit, you fucking shittery'

That will get you banned


It's surely not that hard to grasp!

SUCK up

tremors

Believe it or not, the only reason for me saying anything on this topic is I really don't want to see chadwick get banned. That would be a damned shame, and this forum would be a much poorer place for it.

rollings

.

tremors

Half Full wrote:

tremors wrote:

Well you also started a thread titled 'you are a boring turd'

I think the mods have a point here though, because this is a public forum which everyone reads, not just your friends - and I think the mods are trying to clean up our act a bit now that we are getting more and more younger members joining.

The poetry forum is a bit different (though I have seen threads with too much cursing locked here too) because people are trying to express themselves in a creative way, and the vast majority of their time it's not just gratuitous swearing for the sake of it.

I know that when I use the fuck word, its because swearing is oh so cool. Plus, I want to satisfy the people in here who like to read, and are attracted to, the fuck word. I mean, doesn't everybody use the fuck word for this reason?

Don't you feel the same way, dear Somebody-Died-And-Made-Me-Angel?

Exactly like you say Half Full!

Hey, I just wrote a poem for this thread!

tremors

I smoked until my eyeballs
Were golfballs painted blue
I smoked until my brain made
every connection left to make
I smoked until my friends all left the room
And in their place were gargoyles watching every move
I smoked til Elvis left the building
And came in the other side
I smoked til something precious deep inside me
Curled right up and died

rollings

.

tremors

Half Full wrote:

tremors wrote:

I smoked until my eyeballs
Were golfballs painted blue
I smoked until my brain made
every connection left to make
I smoked until my friends all left the room
And in their place were gargoyles watching every move
I smoked til Elvis left the building
And came in the other side
I smoked til something precious deep inside me
Curled right up and died

You, my friend, just wrote the poem entitled "Drug Abuse"

:?

rollings

.

tremors

Shit - heavy stuff

chadwick

(dedicated to our pal binauraljam)

took the tracks today
trippin balls
no people near please
nun seeing me going on would be better

trippin all over myself
rubber band limbs all like a slinky
shock absorbers when I walk the talk

like a lost train of tracers
going on
i am my own freight
a conductor
the engineer
and caboose

because of these two steel-snake-beams
perhaps each one a reptilian planet
as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine

this is when I was reminded of days earlier
when my brothers and I
lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
of mass
of memory
incompleteness or complete strangers
met at crossing sections
or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
and pulled across all other points
in sets of three successions successfully

tremors

chadwick wrote:

(dedicated to our pal binauraljam)

took the tracks today
trippin balls
no people near please
nun seeing me going on would be better

trippin all over myself
rubber band limbs all like a slinky
shock absorbers when I walk the talk

like a lost train of tracers
going on
i am my own freight
a conductor
the engineer
and caboose

because of these two steel-snake-beams
perhaps each one a reptilian planet
as I tightrope walk them like a fish swimming the cable stretched out under this mega dome cathedral
giving me a bubble to a vortex of turtle streets as snow flake giants thriving in a mass community on the back of a giant winter pine

this is when I was reminded of days earlier
when my brothers and I
lied under our beds all night (only after running after the imagination of a caveman’s creation constructed a guitar from cedar and leather cord) having conversations of density
of mass
of memory
incompleteness or complete strangers
met at crossing sections
or like each unit defining itself(-energy) as a galaxy moving through
and pulled across all other points
in sets of three successions successfully

Amazing stuff

chadwick

pretty much forgot about this stuff till 81.
nice try, 81
close but no cigar

tremors

Good thread this one. Maybe time for some more.......

tremors

I've always experienced 'sympathetic drug use' - from the time of my youth, right up until today. When I was younger I didn't know what it was. My friends would take trips, I'd be standing next to them, and I would be getting stranger and stranger. My friends would take ecstasy, I would be getting high. I don't think it's only getting carried into their world through atmosphere and association. It's something stronger. It's strongest with acid. One time my friends had way too much - they were getting really bad. I was the one trying to help them, but then it got really out of hand, I was in a very bad place. Sympathetic drug abuse. One thing to be said for it is it's a damn sight cheaper.

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

I've always experienced 'sympathetic drug use' - from the time of my youth, right up until today. When I was younger I didn't know what it was. My friends would take trips, I'd be standing next to them, and I would be getting stranger and stranger. My friends would take ecstasy, I would be getting high. I don't think it's only getting carried into their world through atmosphere and association. It's something stronger. It's strongest with acid. One time my friends had way too much - they were getting really bad. I was the one trying to help them, but then it got really out of hand, I was in a very bad place. Sympathetic drug abuse. One thing to be said for it is it's a damn sight cheaper.

intense and intuned people will pick up the heartbeat of the tripper, coke buzzer, shroomer, or X-acter and their hearts will flutter with very real, though often brief contact high

well, that's my take on it afw


time has turned, i got old but
i guess it's not so dismal
my drug of choice, turns out now
chasing percs with pepto-bismol

chadwick

i can say i am done with and over the limb below me
my whole life spent climbing
each step or stumble
every wash over me has been difficult
even in the name of pleasure and women
grapes and sunlight
and me off to the side of kindle

have not known sleep in longer periods than waiting
and rushing through the yard for my boy on his new bike
this
i knew was a dream
and one solid needle left dangling

these
the dreams of which i cannot but disappear
in the enticement
and so is life

but here tonight i have my friends
they are lowlit
they belong inside yet are empty and left out and full
the windows frost over for greeting moon's charm for my dazzlement as i fade into vacancy
where the whistling wind bears down on this older dwelling of mine
that which bursts through the door shouting across the drapes and her dress

vogonpoetbythelake

In the interim analysis
The animus never came to terms understood
Stanley she said take that cock off your nose
And give me your lip bright smile
Driven by Godssssssssssssssss
Makes me nauseous to the pit
Still a nauseous ass
Uncomfortable death pukes, breathes through a new tubular bell
Spent systems and no velocity in the Scarabs in a shoe
More talented for the visit
A talented beetle you say with centuries of John
Picks the kind, did I lie, hope you lied in July