drug and alcohol abuse poetry

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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    zarocat wrote:
    Have you done drugs ? OP
    nope i sure haven't
    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
  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    chadwick wrote:
    hello marijuana debate on MT :wave:

    :nono:
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    fuck i'm a wreck. food has helped. thoroughly exhausted

    sleeping took off
    left me homeless
    uncomfortable nerves aflame
    fully erect... fully
    with no clock goodnight
    skin just slowly crawls then jolts
    like electronic shock befriended jugular for instant
    down body
    down

    my bed a tangled elusion
    flip flopping outta water
    mirage hand in hand
    addiction

    two weeks?
    ?how many days?

    ?

    clearly sleepless
    trout streams 35 years ago
    without water having uncomfortable reality
    unpleasant in my own
    currently disconnected

    for sale
    foreclosure
    has it been

    suffering aches deep in muscle
    this throws out a curve ball
    a speeding involuntary limb flies across the room
    I could not be still my opiate lover
    I could not be still opiate lover
    love really is death getting fixed
    jittery sleepless bastard
    in zombie life
    this exact level with dead leaves & branches
    walking hand in hand the forest floor
    just for suffering a bit in this life
    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
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    god damn fix it
    why not any drinks
    ?
    no

    I would imagine laughing full blast
    would feel decent
    for a fee

    then charge for rest
    literally pay with one's own life
    to be cozy
    loved
    carefree careless little pill
    these kinda fuckers slit throats

    last night i got out my nephews knife he gave to me
    i jabbed it into the walls as i lay flopping in bed
    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
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    sick cocksucker shakes like a leaf
    no home in the mirror lying about on the floor
    where my dreams went away to(too) (two

    fuck my skin aches badly
    a smashed violin my spine
    just a sad deal

    broken dreams
    a shaking body can't
    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
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    lost between two realms one known almost
    the other always different day to day
    moment through moment
    time a box of tricks hanging from your chipped fingernails
    your feet up like a hole riddled parachute announcing flight to an empty sky no sunshine
    all none are me
    all none are I
    all are me

    to last like this
    all will not last
    my will a whipped slave bleed mud
    clay my skin twitches for attention to be filled

    a collapsed life
    a homeless pill bottle
    a wreck of day
    today is getting better
    sleep was my hammer

    literally motionless 6 hours deep
    except when I had to piss
    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
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
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    problems
    problems
    problems
    problems
    problems
    problems

    problems

    sleep to take pills
    sleep to take
    sleep to
    sleep

    a great addiction
    no winning on my side
    beside me

    again like before
    i do believe my bed (bedroom)
    is alive when i am physically in rusty blankets
    eyes do not rest
    nor body
    brain or muscle

    quivering like a leaf until sunrise
    sick on my feet
    how do i swim
    i am drowning & weak

    problems
    problems
    problems
    problems
    problems
    problems

    problems
    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
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    http://youtu.be/AbCItVeS8kU
    http://youtu.be/cWhBva8kksk

    i have a serious problem. i cannot sleep unless i eat these things. i never slept lastnight not a blink of sleep. finally i got up at around 4am & ate a pill & still quivered like a frickin leaf or a fish out of water. these poor fuckers are killin me in these videos. truly i am a wreck. the sad part is i need opiates because i live in severe chronic pain. up a creek without a paddle, my middle name.

    fuck
    i do not know what to do
    do i go swim & take a chance of diarrhea the pool? no. i try & go walk the park. goodbye
    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
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    chadwick wrote:
    http://youtu.be/AbCItVeS8kU
    http://youtu.be/cWhBva8kksk

    i have a serious problem. i cannot sleep unless i eat these things. i never slept lastnight not a blink of sleep. finally i got up at around 4am & ate a pill & still quivered like a frickin leaf or a fish out of water. these poor fuckers are killin me in these videos. truly i am a wreck. the sad part is i need opiates because i live in severe chronic pain. up a creek without a paddle, my middle name.

    fuck
    i do not know what to do
    do i go swim & take a chance of diarrhea the pool? no. i try & go walk the park. goodbye
    Did you go cold turkey or are you weaning off of pain killers? Which ever one,I'm proud of you for trying.
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,027
    A warm blanket of good thought for you, Sir. Chadwick! Sleep- yes, so hard to come by at times. Wishing you good rest!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    donnaruhl wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    http://youtu.be/AbCItVeS8kU
    http://youtu.be/cWhBva8kksk

    i have a serious problem. i cannot sleep unless i eat these things. i never slept lastnight not a blink of sleep. finally i got up at around 4am & ate a pill & still quivered like a frickin leaf or a fish out of water. these poor fuckers are killin me in these videos. truly i am a wreck. the sad part is i need opiates because i live in severe chronic pain. up a creek without a paddle, my middle name.

    fuck
    i do not know what to do
    do i go swim & take a chance of diarrhea the pool? no. i try & go walk the park. goodbye
    Did you go cold turkey or are you weaning off of pain killers? Which ever one,I'm proud of you for trying.
    weaning. it is not my choice. hospitals are shutting down the pain-reliever dispensing they are a part of. in a lot of cases the government is actually shutting down certain hospitals from prescribing opiates & hard meds.
    a lot of the pain clinics are not giving out this stuff anymore. soon I go to my 3rd or 4th hospital to see a shrink & hopefully get taken care of in the meds department at their pain clinic. I will refuse any & all meds prescribed by the psychiatrist.

    I can't function or sleep without. im one goofy bastard lately and it is pure torture. these frickin assholes created my problem by feeding me these things, I had no idea it was this bad. im used to eating 8 percs & 8 methadone every day. how the frig can they take it away?

    please excuse me while I go dance in traffic awhile & slit my own throat dancing some kinda screwy ass jig
    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
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    Hey Chadwick, Stay Strong. There was a girl I met once.She was in rehab
    for Vicodin Addiction. The problem was,that she had already gone
    through a Liver transplant for the same problem. Only after her surgery,
    They prescribed her Vicodin once again for the pain. They had her beating a dead horse.
    I don't know if it will help, But @ health food stores, You'll find something called
    Valerian Root. It's supposed to have a calming effect. Just throwing it out there.
    Thinking of you...
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    donnaruhl wrote:
    There was a girl I met once.She was in rehab
    for Vicodin Addiction. The problem was,that she had already gone
    through a Liver transplant for the same problem. Only after her surgery,
    They prescribed her Vicodin once again for the pain.

    :shock: what the?
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    so fucking sick
    my writing my poem
    my opioid
    opioid the stare with no blinks

    a dream is actually not fully functional when small dosing
    the half assed dream is agony's eyes closed no sleep
    restless leg syndrome limbs activate darkness
    my stupid deep muscle aches
    are reminders of being swallowed alive
    python style
    even through breathing meditation exercises

    the serpent's contractions
    inch me down it's throat into
    my suffering pit
    mine
    house broken windows
    it's hot it's cold
    blankets no blankets

    daytime is like a cruel joke
    nighttime a ridiculous sky yells at me for no reason
    but i cannot hear
    daylight a gray living man of sadness
    as sun dances
    nightlights they are alive more than i

    a distant bridge holds no passengers but gloom
    every single moment i am closer to this point
    i try reading the signs
    roads whiz by all lost
    i haven't a clue
    some people smiling
    i'm not some people
    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
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    chadwick wrote:
    so fucking sick
    my writing my poem
    my opioid
    opioid the stare with no blinks

    a dream is actually not fully functional when small dosing
    the half assed dream is agony's eyes closed no sleep
    restless leg syndrome limbs activate darkness
    my stupid deep muscle aches
    are reminders of being swallowed alive
    python style
    even through breathing meditation exercises

    the serpent's contractions
    inch me down it's throat into
    my suffering pit
    mine
    house broken windows
    it's hot it's cold
    blankets no blankets

    daytime is like a cruel joke
    nighttime a ridiculous sky yells at me for no reason
    but i cannot hear
    daylight a gray living man of sadness
    as sun dances
    nightlights they are alive more than i

    a distant bridge holds no passengers but gloom
    every single moment i am closer to this point
    i try reading the signs
    roads whiz by all lost
    i haven't a clue
    some people smiling
    i'm not some people
    God Damn Chadwick,I feel so bad for you,and at the same time proud of you. Please stick with it
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    hello real quiet
    a whisper illogical wind it did ride
    the triangles in altitude ring chimes themselves
    each mountainous endless carrying dreams or less than noticing

    nothing special coming home
    what am i going to do
    shift into tomorrow
    ?

    earlier a dried oak leaf
    statue buddha
    small feather blew before
    leaves were green-tall & sky-like

    yes years have replanted centuries
    today only aches
    tomorrow as far as away
    as far as away

    just tea
    just tea
    as far as away just tea
    as far as away just tea
    just tea
    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
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    chadwick wrote:
    hello real quiet
    a whisper illogical wind it did ride
    the triangles in altitude ring chimes themselves
    each mountainous endless carrying dreams or less than noticing

    nothing special coming home
    what am i going to do
    shift into tomorrow
    ?

    earlier a dried oak leaf
    statue buddha
    small feather blew before
    leaves were green-tall & sky-like

    yes years have replanted centuries
    today only aches
    tomorrow as far as away
    as far as away

    just tea
    just tea
    as far as away just tea
    as far as away just tea
    just tea
    Stick with it Chadwick. Warm Thought's
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    achy
    day one no little pills
    slept many hours last night
    bed at 7:00ish
    nighttime crawls into dreams and goes away
    7:00ish birds singing outside

    trying this again
    reserves are low
    eventually empty

    reserves are low
    eventually empty

    reminds me of of feeling like shit all the god damn time. so i stare out the window and watch pepper & onion plants grow

    trying this differently. i'd do just about anything not having painful. at 55 degrees springtime is erupting like my back & knees

    think i'll throw this chair through the window
    sanity went out there a long while ago
    all i been doing is living off of sins
    demons tell me so
    gouging hot glowing spears into my mind as loud as war
    my spirit pulled apart like orange peelings off of rotten citrus
    done fell to the ground and gathered up by slower minded children
    not knowing any better but as innocently as can be

    the most painful part is 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
  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    Hold on, Chad.... stay strong
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    edited April 2013
    thanks, mikalina. i can't believe how good i been feeling lately. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing though.
    Post edited by chadwick on
    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
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    chadwick wrote:
    i can't believe how good i been feeling. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing.
    Right On Chadwick! I knew you'd pull through. Proud,Very Proud :D :thumbup: :clap:
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    donnaruhl wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    i can't believe how good i been feeling. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing.
    Right On Chadwick! I knew you'd pull through. Proud,Very Proud :D :thumbup: :clap:
    thank you, donna. im not out of the woods yet but im getting there.
    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
  • Nevermind90Nevermind90 Posts: 722
    I will never speak again,
    not to you & now im writing again
    how long has it been?
    seir, im shaking again

    cant breathe in this small room

    two years? havent said a word to you
    ~ Enjoy The Struggle
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,157
    chadwick wrote:
    donnaruhl wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    i can't believe how good i been feeling. my doctors deserve a thorough ass chewing.
    Right On Chadwick! I knew you'd pull through. Proud,Very Proud :D :thumbup: :clap:
    thank you, donna. im not out of the woods yet but im getting there.
    Baby steps, Chadwick.And it doesn't matter if it's a million of them, just so long as they're moving in the right direction. ;)
  • whispering handswhispering hands Posts: 13,527
    Holyshit that's a I can say
  • whispering handswhispering hands Posts: 13,527
    May I add?
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    of course you may add. please do.
    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
  • Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
    Chad.

    Not only are you my favorite country in Africa, but you're my favorite dude posting on the PJ forums. I love ya, man. Let's chat.
    I knew it all along, see?
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    every piece of dirt
    all blades of steel or green or brown dead grass
    speak

    the wall here is red
    that wall there is over-there-blue
    while this floor has totally evaporated
    the clock

    all trees fell or seedlings dream of birds & nests
    wind & rain
    they do sing this exact tune
    even the dandelions bothering some people

    the windows shout like real
    they do eat sunshine
    they do consume to survive
    like an enterprise

    butterflies train like screaming whistles
    cold steel rails flying gently do not guide wheels as seemed
    but more like throwing down a guided atlas
    flooded with peaks
    blasting off into a different realm

    every board
    every piece of furniture says stop
    every potholder
    all white clouds dump thoughts
    all fence posts
    every electrical motor or gas engine
    uses rain as chemicals from gods
    to draw pictures for communicational purposes
    very very very similar to a blasted off rocket
    with aerial messages closing in on humanity
    and as loud as rock
    as powerful as canyon echoing out-through all our roars

    every colorful
    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
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,027
    chadwick wrote:
    every piece of dirt
    all blades of steel or green or brown dead grass
    speak

    the wall here is red
    that wall there is over-there-blue
    while this floor has totally evaporated
    the clock

    all trees fell or seedlings dream of birds & nests
    wind & rain
    they do sing this exact tune
    even the dandelions bothering some people

    the windows shout like real
    they do eat sunshine
    they do consume to survive
    like an enterprise

    butterflies train like screaming whistles
    cold steel rails flying gently do not guide wheels as seemed
    but more like throwing down a guided atlas
    flooded with peaks
    blasting off into a different realm

    every board
    every piece of furniture says stop
    every potholder
    all white clouds dump thoughts
    all fence posts
    every electrical motor or gas engine
    uses rain as chemicals from gods
    to draw pictures for communicational purposes
    very very very similar to a blasted off rocket
    with aerial messages closing in on humanity
    and as loud as rock
    as powerful as canyon echoing out-through all our roars

    every colorful

    This is mind bending, Chadwick- you've outdone yourself here! Fantastic. I just can't say enough about this one- it draws me back to read again and again.

    Standing ovation!
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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