drug and alcohol abuse poetry

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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    marble
    a round tree rolls through blue
    you can't even blink that fast

    how will you count
    stones 1 2 3
    how will you play
    sticks

    flower
    as beautiful as her hair
    flowing like gardens on sunbeams
    balanced across earth as if vines of grapes sing

    knocking knocking
    just don't know
    roots are boots
    each bird making rain
    ask your brother for drums

    now throw the fucking globe
    hang crosses like apples feeding worms
    drive spikes
    give to death your best
    just avoid nothing




    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
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    fucking hate you
    demons filled in their small box
    this is my bloodfield
    why can't i stop
    dripping bloodthirsty bastards chase after me always
    always

    do not recollect peaceful days or nights
    with effort i am destroying myself as usual
    the wanting is aching
    pain tests this very willesspower
    selfcontrol is as worthless as these shit stained walls
    dying with rotten fruit & grotesque trees
    yes hatred mirror hangs there crooked all the way
    always
    always

    loathing my alienation
    fucking hate you
    fucking no care
    (this is) fulltilt frothing insanity
    please fucking leave me alone
    "fucking slice your throat," monsters call

    exhausted my own skin
    i just drop into surrender
    fucking hate you
    always i do
    always

    when was it fun?
    it's the god damn demons screaming
    kicking me in the nuts
    stomping my throat in
    i admit a beast of my own is this
    just wanna stop
    someone or some thing else of many drives my bones on
    my magnitude is fractured
    even magnolia twists my skull into a pretzel

    brittle
    fucking hate you
    always

    the sleep machine chaotic infront of the sun
    but now everything is broke
    pond death
    all steps taken are truly empty
    the waltz of alcohol
    fucking hate you
    the waltz of alcohol
    fuck you... you fuck me
    waltz of alcohol
    always
    i fucking hate you







    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
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i want to kill you
    all ever knew were problems
    twisterhead goes off like spun pathetic (disarray)
    but gentle flowers stand
    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
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    gifted wine aint no good here
    yeah im goin away
    must be, it's all gone (that didn't take long)
    four days went bye, not anything
    now tonight things change to bullshit
    thanks for dwelling in deep shit & piss
    in my personal opinion, him & his wine bottles are fucked just like me
    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
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i fucking hate you
    you're a fucking idiot
    imagine glass speajking to flesh like this
    or vice a versa
    it's all the same sucking bullshit
    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
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    you should be buried
    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
  • love is a term used loosely
    lust, momentarily consumes
    heartache lasts forever
    passion fades like flames
    friends support when you need
    foes bring out your truth
    one small moment,
    one small action,
    one thing that pours out these
    consuming with vengeful rage
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    edited August 2014
    beware the brave
    a rusty barbed-wire fence
    wind beaten frozen
    cold under this night's moon alone
    somehow still standing fields outreaching hold up each return
    witnessed battles torn their meat across you
    blood flowing down throats of war

    a miserable day
    today's sunlight done
    gone off in sadness
    as a sweeping misshapen wire
    is held by one crow

    soon he'll come back
    the fire will rise & fear will fall
    tears here or there
    each post of hedge as aged bone
    the man of lost & confusion
    crawls & begs here

    above purple alfalfa's love flower
    destruction all around comes down
    rain can be so many different jabs
    as beautiful as she is
    corrosion rolls along
    hillside after hillside
    touching wind like hair
    having nothing but misplacement across

    the flesh given is the flesh
    ripped out replaced by infection
    another brother falls
    guns blazing with no sound
    all clouds cry

    glasses rise
    fire goes down
    soon another blind bout
    where dead brown & yellow weeds have clogged the fence
    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