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nznity said:
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 ? ?
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Yo I fully get wot ya saying about when ya on opiates ya mind opens up.and artistic tendencies are well improved..hence performers such as MARVIN GAYE,JIMI HENDRIX,KURT KOBAIN,JANIS JOPLIN etc were all well known heroin and morphine users and most of their work was done under the influence...so you wanna hear me freestyle...obviously I can't rap 4 u brudda but ill write 16 bars real quick
..I hope lol....just realised the lingo in England different than in nz,I was raised in oz so I know defo..."a move " means a robbery...k...
Yo...i gotta move just do wot I say,
Just keep brave and well all get away,
Jump in van drive to da place,
Pull da balaclava down over my face,
Yo I'm in 1st just follow me in,
Heart pumping with adrenaline,
Sweat drippin offa my skin,
Don't say no names when ya fu##in speaking,
Through the front door makin no sounds,
Just so they know I ain't fu##in around,
I pull the shotty out and wave it around,
Yell,hands in the air,kneel on the ground,
You get the jewels I'll get the reds (ready's,money),
Take the manager shotty to his head,
If he don't comply tell him he dead,
Yo better be quick better be slick,
Cos we gotta go cos I hear da feds....

Jeeeeeeez!!!! 😂👊
From ENGLAND wit much love and bless
 
He casts a net into the sea,
where sea shells sound and waves do roar,
against stark cliffs and dunes beyond and a forest further still,
salt and sand and mossy rock his perch from which he toils
water licks and leaps and lashes
his brow begins to boil,
with practiced swiftness and deft reaction, behold! A shimmering prize!
Hey look you guys,
A fishy
 
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"The Gear" I wrote this poem as a heroin addict aged 18ish

I remember some fun times being on gear,
All the fun of the fair, every day every year,
But this is an illusion and not really true,
For the gear is strong and grabs hold of you,
It says "come here I'll do you no harm"
And you give in to his carresing charm,
But burried deep deep down inside, are your problems trying to hide,
And when you try to come off the gear, those problems start to re-appear,
The problems that made you start the drug,
It doesn't make you some kind of mug,
But someone lost, trying to find a way to get money to score every single day,
You trust heroin dealers to sell good stuff
More often than not its not good enough,
You might get clean second time around,
Or just cover yourself with a blanket of brown,
And go running back you your best ever friend,
Will this cycle never end

This is one of the only poems I've kept,

hidden away for 20 years or so along with my other one that might share with you all another time, I didn't keep them all just my 2 faves
 
I think the saying goes
fool me once shame on you
fool me twice shame on me
but you dont know how many times I have let the drugs lie to me
Its almost as if Im lying to myself
Or asking too much of em drugs
I am massively underwhelmed by everything
I saw my spirit fly away from my body once
I fear it never came back
 
Flower Fairy said:
"The Gear" I wrote this poem as a heroin addict aged 18ish

I remember some fun times being on gear,
All the fun of the fair, every day every year,
But this is an illusion and not really true,
For the gear is strong and grabs hold of you,
It says "come here I'll do you no harm"
And you give in to his carresing charm,
But burried deep deep down inside, are your problems trying to hide,
And when you try to come off the gear, those problems start to re-appear,
The problems that made you start the drug,
It doesn't make you some kind of mug,
But someone lost, trying to find a way to get money to score every single day,
You trust heroin dealers to sell good stuff
More often than not its not good enough,
You might get clean second time around,
Or just cover yourself with a blanket of brown,
And go running back you your best ever friend,
Will this cycle never end

This is one of the only poems I've kept,

hidden away for 20 years or so along with my other one that might share with you all another time, I didn't keep them all just my 2 faves
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WILL THIS CYCLE EVER END? THAT'S THE QUESTION. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, ok :) that was lovely, now contribute every once in a while pleashhhhhhh hahaha that was niceeee indeed.
 
schizopath said:
I think the saying goes
fool me once shame on you
fool me twice shame on me
but you dont know how many times I have let the drugs lie to me
Its almost as if Im lying to myself
Or asking too much of em drugs
I am massively underwhelmed by everything
I saw my spirit fly away from my body once
I fear it never came back
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IT'S FRIDAY MOFOOOOOOO, I JUST WOKE UP AND GONNA COOK UP SOME CRACK ON YOUR NAME :P HAHAHAHA love ya buddy, it wassssss goodddddddddd
 
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Another poem I wrote as a teenager addicted to heroin

Who am I?

I took care of you when you had no one,
You fell for me so easily,
I made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside,
I like to caress you and surround you with love,
You want for nothing when you're with me,
It hurts you when I'm not around,
You always think twice about leaving me,
We're a partnership you and I,
Please don't finish with me,
Don't you love me no more,
I'll hurt you if you leave me,
I'll make you scream and cry in pain,
When I've stopped torturing you... I'll stick around,
I'll find someone else to take care of,
Don't forget me,
We took the good with the bad,

Yours

Mr Brown
 
nznity said:
that was lovely, now contribute every once in a while pleashhhhhhh hahaha that was niceeee indeed
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Here's the Benzo Poem

Benzos, downers call them what you will,
You tell yourself "go on just one more little pill"
One becomes two then more and more,
And you find yourself on the Internet looking to score,
All you want is a tiny tablet, and you tell yourself "me, no I'm not an addict"
I just my worries to float away instead of facing another anxious day,
But the pills wear off and you're clucking for more,
You're begging the postman to knock on your door,
You can't sleep at night, you toss and turn,
Why won't I ever learn,
Prescriptions or fakes makes no difference to me,
Benzos make me comfortable and happy to be,
But I've been here before with a harder drug habit,
Now I'm sniffling away and dreaming of Xanax,
Not just Xanz any benzo will do,
Its withdrawals I feel it feel worse than the the flu,
But I take a few pills and feel right as rain,
But tomorrow will come and it will start all over again,
I want to escape the thoughts inside my head,
But I don't want to take a lethal pill and end up dead
 
Flower Fairy said:
Here's the Benzo Poem

Benzos, downers call them what you will,
You tell yourself "go on just one more little pill"
One becomes two then more and more,
And you find yourself on the Internet looking to score,
All you want is a tiny tablet, and you tell yourself "me, no I'm not an addict"
I just my worries to float away instead of facing another anxious day,
But the pills wear off and you're clucking for more,
You're begging the postman to knock on your door,
You can't sleep at night, you toss and turn,
Why won't I ever learn,
Prescriptions or fakes makes no difference to me,
Benzos make me comfortable and happy to be,
But I've been here before with a harder drug habit,
Now I'm sniffling away and dreaming of Xanax,
Not just Xanz any benzo will do,
Its withdrawals I feel it feel worse than the the flu,
But I take a few pills and feel right as rain,
But tomorrow will come and it will start all over again,
I want to escape the thoughts inside my head,
But I don't want to take a lethal pill and end up dead
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i think that applies to both opis and benzs, yaaaaaaaaaaaay thoseee lil pills. can't live with or without em' :/. what a dilemma.
 
nznity said:
i think that applies to both opis and benzs
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Thought that exact thing now I've been taking Oxy wrote this earlier before I took much Oxy (now I don't want them again I felt really ill)
Anyway before I took to much I wrote this

Oxy Itch

Ten days is all it seemed to of took,
For Oxy to dig in thier little hooks,
I'm scratching away and covered in bruises,
Does this happen to everyone that uses,
I look like I've been beaten black and blue,
What's this girl supposed to do,

But I like the way they make me feel,
If I carry on then I know they'll make me ill,

Let's see how a taper goes, I've only got 6 left,
Because fuck this shit my skins a mess,

I've got spots on my face, coldsore on my lip and my skins so dry, it become so sore,

Yet what do I do, yes Oxy, I rack up more,

My legs are bruised, scabs all over me, crazy itching worse than it used to be

I didn't know Oxy could do this to my skin, you really should see the state I'm in

So I'm going to have another line, and think about quiting another time
 
Flower Fairy said:
Thought that exact thing now I've been taking Oxy wrote this earlier before I took much Oxy (now I don't want them again I felt really ill)
Anyway before I took to much I wrote this

Oxy Itch

Ten days is all it seemed to of took,
For Oxy to dig in thier little hooks,
I'm scratching away and covered in bruises,
Does this happen to everyone that uses,
I look like I've been beaten black and blue,
What's this girl supposed to do,

But I like the way they make me feel,
If I carry on then I know they'll make me ill,

Let's see how a taper goes, I've only got 6 left,
Because fuck this shit my skins a mess,

I've got spots on my face, coldsore on my lip and my skins so dry, it become so sore,

Yet what do I do, yes Oxy, I rack up more,

My legs are bruised, scabs all over me, crazy itching worse than it used to be

I didn't know Oxy could do this to my skin, you really should see the state I'm in

So I'm going to have another line, and think about quiting another time
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i'ma make one about cocaine when i'm in a good mood later. xddddddd
 
It's been so long since i last danced with you
You're no good for me and always we encounter you turn my skin blue.
Blood in the barrell,30 units of water,bang up and 7 seconds later...
My vision turns yellow,I feel the taste of the white in my throat greater and greater.
I go deaf for a min or two, my heart feels like it's gonna explode, riding the alluminum train is the bloody fucking shit.
8 Hrs have gone by and my skin looks like a pin cushion, doing back to back shots just to keep the comedown at bay.
3 years have passed but i don't forget the taste of that fake love,She was sucking my soul but I couldn't care less. 1 more speedball and i will be in pure bliss. Pass me the tray, one more fucking shot and i'll seize to death.
 
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Yeah its more of an acoustic song. Took heavy influences.

The mountains are the hardest things to climb
when theres no one by your side
and you cant loan anyones sight
but I dont mind I dont mindd

Maybe its just the color of the week
or were we destined to be
dont you see dont you see ohh dont you see

Should I go and learn to be a monk
instead Im writing you this song
so it wont be long till the feelings gone

They say imaginations a gift
but quickly youll learn not to wish
lifes a bitch lifes a bitch I know
 
Amor


Blessed by the grace of God thyself.
I surrender to all the wrong i've been through
I just follow the path i'm going, that's fucking TRUE.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
The storm is coming to an end,and it's very subtle.
i'm insane, people think i'm crazy or whatever
But what's sane anyway? i feel better than ever.
I have the unlimited power to do what i want
Good things are coming soon i sense that, enough fking rant.
No more complains about anything, everythings coming into place
Look at me in the eyes and tell me youll stay.You have a fucking gorgeous face.
The girl of my life will come back i know that for a fact. Just gimme one more chance in this bloody race.
Happy endings aren't real anyway but i want to be with as long as we can, i'll take you back and forth from space.
Grab my hand and leti it go, forever. you and me, we'll embrace.
A shot of morphine up my arm, forever i will chase.
 
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