Drug Abuse Poems - Poems about Drug Abuse

And I'm starting to remember What I'm trying to forget My sober state of mind Is giving me a fit Demons in my head I can't take a More I think about it The mader i get My demons win again It's time to take a hit Who am I kidding I'm so inadequate I'm Just a drug addict I can never quit Put...

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How you feel is not enough, You as this is less than function, Avert the feel, replace with stuff, Or suffer states, disjunction. Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust, To the mumbled mind within you, Hocus pocus, lack of locus, There's too much to think or do. Is it magic, the spectacle, the prance of flicked rays? Distracting as you navigate your ways, Through this...

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Kensington Children of frustration when dreams rose from the heap the darkest of locations tell white lies as they speak open to persuasion when abilities are weak waves of degradation disturbs all those asleep awake the dispensation to turn the other cheek the house that they were raised in and company they keep a blur of segregation when summers burn with heat sit back for meditation and sow...

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"Sweet child in time, you'll see the line the line that's drawn between good and bad" Having cold sweats again in this godforsaken ninety degree heat. Shivering uncontrollably. God, what I'd do for a warm comforter right now. Zombies all around me mumbling incoherent poetry no one understands or even cares to hear. Young people half my age or...

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An insulin syringe seems so small Tiny actually And all the things they can hold Is almost too much to fathom These little tubes Can hold your car and your house And as crazy as this sounds Even your spouse 100cc's full of your hopes and your dreams If this sounds too extreme Just take it from me These things can hold Your family and your friends And...

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She was a drug addict, Had many flings with men, And as they do predict, She fell time and again; She found herself with child, Was advised against drugs, Who cared? She got more wild, When stopped, she simply shrugs; (Think of the little life Growing within her womb, Who has no say - such strife! She builds...

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Flirting with oppositional screams As I grip the reins of a strangled soul Is not as simple to me as life or death Moments that are only memories flickering Like a candle that is burning out eventually the wick will be spent The last lick of the flame is what will Recapture the spirit within these windows Shining through the cracks Of this numb...

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Step 1: Admitted we were powerless and that our lives had become unmanageable. But I admitted that long before your lips knew my name. I shook hands with the darkness and deals had already been made. Step 2: Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. By that point it was easy...

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I want to see you smile, Just like you did that day. The light that had shone from your eyes, Wish it hadn't gone away. To see you laugh aloud, As though the world was a good place. Your aura bright and loud, And happy beaming from your face. The problem though - it was the source, The spark that fueled your fire. The reason...

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Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie Had a habit most folk view bizarrely Each day before patients lay on his table He sniffed a line or two which made him able To slice and dice, hyped up head felt cathartic Injuries presented, varied and complex Imbibed biological Bibles, known reflex Mere matchstick puzzle, bones twenty seven Mirror met snow snakes, elongated elevens Intensified his...

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I WILL STAND BY: MYESHA PITTMAN I’m broken down like a stick that gets stepped on depression and drug abuse is taking over. I will stand up and take over I’ll move drugs. But I see it in you, we...

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Legally Addicted Legally Addicted I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar. It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter. My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert dryness, Without this elixir i cannot live my life to its fullest and in diviners, Withdrawals make me a living corps the walking dead...

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a death sentence (meth), so many forms of it i know yet same effect when it takes hold, robbing young soul's blind taking away their chance of life, one little hit is all they need to become weak for it's disease, i see it daily and yet they don't care just pass it out like it's food, one after another fall to the...

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"Kevin" Drug buy, for one it went good. Drug buy, for one it went bad. You see Kevin, wore high heeled sneakers. You see Kevin, was his junkies' keeper. But one day; the junkie didn't have it, so Kevin didn't give it, but the junkie had to have it, but Kevin didn't get it. So when his beeper beeped beeped, the Junkie popped popped. And when his beeper beeped beeped. his...

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He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing looking at his scars and crying like a baby bawling But you couldnt see his tears for all the water falling, no one heard his voice except the dealers he was calling. Kale Brereton January 19, 2019 ...

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