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What's up guys, lately I've been reading/writing some poetry while high and noticed that when I'm on opiates I get more creative and more deep on my writings. Let's make a thread showing off some of your poetry skills , It can be related to drugs or whatever you like , I'll start:
DOPE
After a shot I feel warm and fuzzy, scratching my nose off God I feel so cozy.
The Neverending cycle keeps on track, I can't seem to get this fucking monkey off my back.
The needle and the damage done, It Makes me feel that I'm not alone.
How long can I maintain this habit for?
I long to be free but my arms are all motherfucking sore. This Infinite cycle is making me crazy, I should've kicked a while ago but I'm so lazy.
When I'm rushing on Dope I feel powerful, blissful numbness from God thyself, please don't make me keep doing this to myself.
Its your pretty face what got me here in the first place? I reach out to get off this fucking race....

Let's see what ya guys got ? ?
 
Coldplay in my place version 2.0

After a while my brain takes me for a ride while I just smile seems to be my style
High poetry now thats something I can participate even when not high
I play lottery with my connections online I wanna be more offline
The needle? Is it your partner. Do 2c-b and talk to Garfield
When you fake your smile enough it stops being a fake because it has now found permanent place in your face
Its cold lets play take the train and meet me in my place
Dope does not sit on a throne It just lays there cause it aint alive
But it makes me feel like I have an life
 
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schizopath said:
After a while my brain takes me for a ride while I just smile seems to be my style
High poetry now thats something I can participate even when not high
I play lottery with my connections online I wanna be more offline
The needle? Is it your partner. Do 2c-b and talk to Garfield
When you fake your smile enough it stops being a fake because it has now found permanent place in your face
Its cold lets play take the train and meet me in my place
Dope does not sit on a throne It just lays there cause it aint alive
But it makes me feel like I have an life
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niceee, keep em coming guys ?.
 
I've wrote 3 full poetry novels in highschool on opioids, had recitals and related things but never published it, only 4-5 people have psychical copies of those, I would post them but they are in romanian, during the 5th and 8th grade I had poems in english on a site where you had to review poems in order to post poems, and yours would get reviewed too, i don't remember the url tho but could find it with some proper search
 
Finnish, Anarchism and thoughts

Oon skitsoaffektiivi tehäänkö diili
tuu puoliväliin vastaan ja homma o fiini
ku moodit loppuu loppuun ei
oo hoppuu kaikkeen kato tottuu
lopulle ei näy loppuu
toivon sulle paksui multii
ja köyhii jalkoi
rikotaan tää yhteiskunta
ja tehään yhteistalkoot
vittu tarvis arpoo et kuka
sinne johtaan pääsee
käärii hillot päältä
niinkö joku vitun käärme
oon enemmän og ku ennen luulin
en uskonu päätäni vaik siel ääniä kuulin
en oo suurin enkä niin kyl enää toivokkaan
joku idiootti tahto rakentaa muurin
vittu voi voi taas


Dont try to google translate it
 
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Yeah I do think this belongs in Words. We don't want to steal all their potential traffic.

When I write raps I kind of think of them as poetry. I'll add something here soon.

I'm'a move this to WERDS
 
Drunk Poetry

Currently I seem to have few different muses
Im man of many talents but Im also the one who uses
you, for his own personal gain
cause Im not only Abel but Im also the Cain
so I bring you the horizon if you bring the me pain
and I think theres a chapter in the bible about me
it says the weak shall be jealous of you eternally
they say things like you look 13 are they fucking pedophiles
or maybe just weak bitches on their menopause
 
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II
Fuck Away

Beneath the bright sunshine I walk by,slowly but steady things are getting by.
I feel the power of my ancestors running through my veins.Holy shit its time to set me free off these fucking chains.
To the mother fking core I'm excited, to experience this beautiful life I've been fucking granted. Fuck the rulz or the common sense, for some reason I can't explain the massive high im feelin, fuck myself.
Opium is the greatest gift we've been granted ever , fuck I wish I could feel opiated forever.
Like Kerouac said-"you should be happy of your existence". Boy, I'm in pure ecstasy with such consistence. Sometimes I wonder "Am I the chosen one" ? I ask myself everyday, sometimes I wonder if Im becoming NZN.
Is it an illness or a disorder? fuck -the conception I have of the world, I just feel happy to finally be getting back home. In dreams you're still dressed like that day, ready to dance the night away. Hold my hand one more time and let yourself go away...
 
IiI

Three words

I must say I surrender at your feet,
ur so bloody good looking indeed.
Those marble eyes catch my attention, that frivolous look on your eyes make me think you need affection. What kinda affection?
the loveliest hugs and kisses of the entire universe are at your disposition, and I think I just made my fucking decision.
Take care of ya and I'll be happy enough to never leave ya.
Y do u look at me like that?
This statement sincerely goes to the fucking top. From the top to the bottom, deep down. Deep down where my heart lies, And only you can spark the flame again. those 3 words, Ill say them to you again and again... ♥
 
nznity said:
II
Fuck Away

Beneath the bright sunshine I walk by,slowly but steady things are getting by.
I feel the power of my ancestors running through my veins.Holy shit its time to set me free off these fucking chains.
To the mother fking core I'm excited, to experience this beautiful life I've been fucking granted. Fuck the rulz or the common sense, for some reason I can't explain the massive high im feelin, fuck myself.
Opium is the greatest gift we've been granted ever , fuck I wish I could feel opiated forever.
Like Kerouac said-"you should be happy of your existence". Boy, I'm in pure ecstasy with such consistence. Sometimes I wonder "Am I the chosen one" ? I ask myself everyday, sometimes I wonder if Im becoming NZN.
Is it an illness or a disorder? fuck -the conception I have of the world, I just feel happy to finally be getting back home. In dreams you're still dressed like that day, ready to dance the night away. Hold my hand one more time and let yourself go away...
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Gold right here. I can feel this.
 
Biminabe said:
+1
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Thank you :)
 
Screws Loose [17]


No rules,
so anything goes,
got a few screws loose,
I often lose control but somehow I never lose,

no rules,
so anything goes,
got a few screws loose,
I often double down but somehow I never fold,

no rules,
so anything goes,
when with me we have our own world,
so you can assume the identity of anyone you choose,

no rules,
pheromones, coffee & cocaine, at midnight,
killing common sense, just to feel alive, & live life,
but in my defense, I’m not having kids, I’m not a common guy,

& all that averageness, well I’m not having it,
I’m a picnic, that’s missing some sandwiches,
driving high with one headlight in a Hyundai with bad handling,
one hand out the window with one finger to The Establishment,

had it together Once Upon a Time In Hollywood,
then lost my mind like Brad Pitt, not exactly sure where it went,

got a few screws loose, yet still manage to handle stuff,
plus the fact that my head is too loose is taken advantage of,
by some thoughts inside that’re about to make their escape,
subtracting erratic additives & adding eccentric adjectives up,

wish to stay organized, even had a list in order to prioritize,
but lost the list & forgot whatever it was that was on it,

& with this we carry on where we left of to where are we goin’,
it’s a gift to both celebrate & at the same time mourn,
at Sayers with other players there are layers on layers,
we’re on one & we’re not coming home ‘till 6 in the morn,

ignore the rumors from the Truthers they’re useless,
the truth is when we exit the club the cubs run up to swarm,
because it’s a cold world & they just want to stay warm,
but I don’t want none of it about to throw up sick of the porn,

need a medic, yep I said it, something’s inherently wrong,
feeling Marvin Gaye, but I think I’m straight, What’s Going On,

everyone & everything’s uncut & unedited,
still it’s undoubtedly full steam ahead no sedatives,
don’t know who said what or why they said what they did,
but I don’t care either way anymore what so & so did,

because I’ve got no fcks left to give so I don’t give a sh!t,
told you before everything is uncut & unedited, including this,


no cares, no fcks, no rules, so what, know what,
I don’t know much but I do know you fcks are too screwed.

Lost my marbles, got girls by the car full, no loose nuts,
plus, I’m too fresh to rust, but still got a few screws loose,
not a Screwed Pooch, Pooped Pooh, or Scrooge McDuck,
priceless, as Rothschild’s Faberge Egg, I’m The Golden Goose,

I give love & give it up but don’t give up or lose,
not a cop or the man, but I am The Man as in That Dude,
& I play the Game yeah, but I don’t play by the rules,
so I don’t have to choose, between engine & caboose,
I’ll take the whole kit & caboodle sippin’ on gin & juice,
trippin’ on cid & sherm no perm, shout out to Snoop,
your boy’s out his noodle, marinara with olives & shrooms,
getting it all in all the time still I have time to show gratitude,
in a New York State of Mind with a happening aptitude,
half reckless half recluse with a nothing to lose attitude,
& I know it all looks outta control but don’t be fooled,
we’re the truth & we’ve got this whole game glued,

no rules,
so anything goes,
got a few screws loose,
I often lose control but somehow I never lose…

∆ LaLux ∆

From THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
If you enjoyed the poem message me and I'll buy you the Kindle version of the book on Amazon for free. It's a great read and I want to share it with like minded folks.
 
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Luxy said:
Screws Loose [17]


No rules,
so anything goes,
got a few screws loose,
I often lose control but somehow I never lose,

no rules,
so anything goes,
got a few screws loose,
I often double down but somehow I never fold,

no rules,
so anything goes,
when with me we have our own world,
so you can assume the identity of anyone you choose,

no rules,
pheromones, coffee & cocaine, at midnight,
killing common sense, just to feel alive, & live life,
but in my defense, I’m not having kids, I’m not a common guy,

& all that averageness, well I’m not having it,
I’m a picnic, that’s missing some sandwiches,
driving high with one headlight in a Hyundai with bad handling,
one hand out the window with one finger to The Establishment,

had it together Once Upon a Time In Hollywood,
then lost my mind like Brad Pitt, not exactly sure where it went,

got a few screws loose, yet still manage to handle stuff,
plus the fact that my head is too loose is taken advantage of,
by some thoughts inside that’re about to make their escape,
subtracting erratic additives & adding eccentric adjectives up,

wish to stay organized, even had a list in order to prioritize,
but lost the list & forgot whatever it was that was on it,

& with this we carry on where we left of to where are we goin’,
it’s a gift to both celebrate & at the same time mourn,
at Sayers with other players there are layers on layers,
we’re on one & we’re not coming home ‘till 6 in the morn,

ignore the rumors from the Truthers they’re useless,
the truth is when we exit the club the cubs run up to swarm,
because it’s a cold world & they just want to stay warm,
but I don’t want none of it about to throw up sick of the porn,

need a medic, yep I said it, something’s inherently wrong,
feeling Marvin Gaye, but I think I’m straight, What’s Going On,

everyone & everything’s uncut & unedited,
still it’s undoubtedly full steam ahead no sedatives,
don’t know who said what or why they said what they did,
but I don’t care either way anymore what so & so did,

because I’ve got no fcks left to give so I don’t give a sh!t,
told you before everything is uncut & unedited, including this,


no cares, no fcks, no rules, so what, know what,
I don’t know much but I do know you fcks are too screwed.

Lost my marbles, got girls by the car full, no loose nuts,
plus, I’m too fresh to rust, but still got a few screws loose,
not a Screwed Pooch, Pooped Pooh, or Scrooge McDuck,
priceless, as Rothschild’s Faberge Egg, I’m The Golden Goose,

I give love & give it up but don’t give up or lose,
not a cop or the man, but I am The Man as in That Dude,
& I play the Game yeah, but I don’t play by the rules,
so I don’t have to choose, between engine & caboose,
I’ll take the whole kit & caboodle sippin’ on gin & juice,
trippin’ on cid & sherm no perm, shout out to Snoop,
your boy’s out his noodle, marinara with olives & shrooms,
getting it all in all the time still I have time to show gratitude,
in a New York State of Mind with a happening aptitude,
half reckless half recluse with a nothing to lose attitude,
& I know it all looks outta control but don’t be fooled,
we’re the truth & we’ve got this whole game glued,

no rules,
so anything goes,
got a few screws loose,
I often lose control but somehow I never lose…

∆ LaLux ∆

from THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
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I often loose control but I never lose... nice ending ?
 
Captain.Heroin said:
nznity if you had a chance to read my "Incomplete" before I deleted it (and reappropriated the thread) that is the best example of intoxicated sentimentalism (what I like to call sentiMENTALism) I can think of.
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Oh mannn don't ya still have some it wrote down somewhere, I wanna dig into ur mind some more, ur an odd guy haha. well, we all are ?
 
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