drug and alcohol abuse poetry

chadwick

vogonpoetbythelake wrote:

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

what the...

this i like
it makes no sense to me at all
but somehow it works

Godfather.

there's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
no he coulden't look much stranger
trippin down the hall with his things and all
smiled and said he was the lone ranger.

rollin into Los Angeles bringing in couple of keys
don't touch my bags if you please Mr. customs man.

B.Dylan

chadwick

without having ate psychedelics
this manifestation
has euphoria named after her
she is each song up on top
every leaf colored to the stream
every bell a flower ringing for our home

she

and when i ran
her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
this the exact chirping
every feather to mine for her sky

this difference ran hard
this union is solid tracers
zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon

somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her

she

the music blasted yet dead
this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
her and i
mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
this is my thought
all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness

somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
each seed from forest to forest
through this waterway to puddle to mud
to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls

she

and her has begun to increase my
my...

her enlargement is where i dine
where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
notebooks pens and papers
all nine pencils used
sewn-united and unrelinquished

and for her almighty blissful hand
her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
her lips upper and lower
teeth between gold and pink
this comotion in the background has a light
when rails of cold steel come home
each blue wing
everything flutter-filled
every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower

catefrances

holy fuckballs chad!

chadwick

catefrances wrote:

holy fuckballs chad!

thank you, catester

justam

Chadwick, I liked that one too. :thumbup:

rollings

chadwick wrote:

without having ate psychedelics
this manifestation
has euphoria named after her
she is each song up on top
every leaf colored to the stream
every bell a flower ringing for our home

she

and when i ran
her in front of me as standing still as bird baths do
this the exact chirping
every feather to mine for her sky

this difference ran hard
this union is solid tracers
zooming across low to the ground but as high as the moon

somehow the sun and moon traded dances with her

she

the music blasted yet dead
this fulfillment discharged the great accomplishments of fairytales
her and i
mine and she has this hand from my arm from my shoulder from my torso
this is my thought
all are her dreaming wide awake visuals and the color of excellence has bound itself to our blissfulness

somehow this shakedown is a choir rusted as if welded to every grass blade
each seed from forest to forest
through this waterway to puddle to mud
to a clear bucket of well water dipped into all seven tree frogs and waterfalls

she

and her has begun to increase my
my...

her enlargement is where i dine
where i dwell and where i rest my comfortable poetry book
notebooks pens and papers
all nine pencils used
sewn-united and unrelinquished

and for her almighty blissful hand
her kiss will shine like a pair of doves
her lips upper and lower
teeth between gold and pink
this comotion in the background has a light
when rails of cold steel come home
each blue wing
everything flutter-filled
every morning resting peacefully beautifully atop a single sunflower

:corn:

Very Nice!

zarocat

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chadwick

zarocat wrote:

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depopulationINC

nice topic and a great collection thus far. I will need to review them one by one more in depth. I think a fair amount of mine could be added in here...perhaps I will add a few.

depopulationINC

Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
Around that lonely bend
There darkness at the end
And if I look to close
I fear I wont cry
It is my enemy
Always conquers me
But pick me back up
As my only friend

And if I stay this course
Will it still show me some remorse
Will I beg and plead
Get down on my knees
And will I pray for more
Even though it makes it worse
Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me

Aunt Hazel rescue me
For the rig that I see
Is wiped clean of dust
Or antifreeze
Aunt Hazel rescue me
I have no bad seed
One ballot that I cast
Will set me free

Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down

And everything I know
Lost in the bad seed I sow
I have to feel numb
From my pulse
To my lung
I pace my every breath
Blind to my world
Open to the rest
I saddle up the horse
To take me home

Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down

chadwick

depopulationINC wrote:

Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down
Around that lonely bend
There darkness at the end
And if I look to close
I fear I wont cry
It is my enemy
Always conquers me
But pick me back up
As my only friend

And if I stay this course
Will it still show me some remorse
Will I beg and plead
Get down on my knees
And will I pray for more
Even though it makes it worse
Oh can I defeat whats right in front of me

Aunt Hazel rescue me
For the rig that I see
Is wiped clean of dust
Or antifreeze
Aunt Hazel rescue me
I have no bad seed
One ballot that I cast
Will set me free

Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down
Cause I feel my plum disease
And I’ve got just one release
But every time I do
It brings me right back down

And everything I know
Lost in the bad seed I sow
I have to feel numb
From my pulse
To my lung
I pace my every breath
Blind to my world
Open to the rest
I saddle up the horse
To take me home

Well I’m hanging around
The darker side of town
And every time I’m up
I’m out and down

fucking rock

chadwick

just another hit
the dark room flashes yellow-red
the coal home fires beneath earth's crust and my skin
home planet on fire like a set of lungs
my breathing

and in this exact moment
meditation over takes blissfulness and becomes it

DinghyDog

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chadwick

DinghyDog wrote:

There's a song that was famous here in Australia over a decade ago that I sometimes get stuck in my head, always with the wrong lyrics, but close enough

The mixed up lyrics that get stuck in my head are...

I don't drink or smoke dope
I don't laugh at dirty jokes
And what I want to know is will I die of anything...

For the real song and lyrics, follow this link...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptH2EV4Turk

The thing is I don't drink (or at least I've drunk so little alcohol in my life that I feel comfortable saying "I don't drink" without feeling like a liar. I can safely say I've never been drunk).

I don't smoke dope (or even cigarettes). I've never tried illegal drugs and have never abused the legal kind.

And I pretend to be a prude when it comes to dirty jokes.

So I find the song funny, but then it goes on to say "I'm an exerciser", which I completely am not. I don't go out of my way to exercise and I eat plenty of junk food, so, yeah, I'll die from something, but anyway, I'm so far off track now.

My whole point of writing here is to say I can't really write here. I have seen the people around me abuse drugs and alcohol, my friends and family. They've even encouraged me to do the same, I've been offered drugs on numerous occasions by family and friends, not just casually, but quite forcefully (not physically forceful, but peer pressure to the max), but I have no interest in it. I'm also a little bit of a social outcast for not drinking (especially since I live in Australia and it seems to be something Australians pride themselves on. I don't like sports either. I am so un-Australian). Luckily for me, I've rarely found peer pressure difficult to overcome, so I get to live my boring life, just the way I like it.

So I can't write about drug and alcohol abuse first hand, but I do have a question to ask...

Does anyone here regret trying drugs and alcohol to begin with, or are you happy to have had the experience as something you have tried and overcome (or as something you continue to do, as the case may be)?

i don't drink either and i get a lot of flack for not being a drunk like everyone else i grew up with who is still drinking. so i also don't get invited to events either. like you i dislike sports and i am so un-Assusie like. btw, foster beer stinks

hedonist

DinghyDog wrote:

Does anyone here regret trying drugs and alcohol to begin with, or are you happy to have had the experience as something you have tried and overcome (or as something you continue to do, as the case may be)?

Interesting question, and good on you for sticking to your principles...I wish more people did that.

Me, no...I don't have misgivings about my initial and continued partaking. I do regret some of my young stupidity related to it - poor choices that come with youth (usually, anyway - I think I've gotten most of that out of my system by now) - but appreciate the experiences that came with it...that still come with it.

Plus, I just enjoy it; my life isn't hampered.

I'm sure I'll have more to add later - probably after having smoked a bowl or two

JOEJOEJOE

Chadwick, have you ever read any Jim Carroll poems, or "The Basketball Diaries" ??

Great drug-related stuff!

zarocat

Have you done drugs ? OP

DinghyDog

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chadwick

hello marijuana debate on MT :wave: