Drug poem related contest..

Please post any poems that you have which are drug related. Whether you're against drugs, for it, have a current or past experience, etc.

Any length and type of poems related to drug related can be posted.

If you have any questions, please let me know.

Thanks,

Michelle

Winner # 1 - 6 votes/comments
Winner # 2 - 3 votes / comments
Winner # 3 - 2 votes / comments

Everyone else will receive 1 comment/vote.

is it okay if it's old? if so, well here it is:

~*~"Please Come Over Here (Addiction)"~*~

Please come over here
Come try a sip of me
Soon you'll be happy
Soon you'll be free

I promise you won't feel your pain
You won't feel your doubt
I swear it, and you will realize
That this is one way out

Please come over here
Just try a bit of this
Just take a smoke, a puff of me
It's something you won't want to miss

I will be your pleasure
I'll be the one who cares
The one you can turn to
I will always be there

Please come over here
And drag me across your skin
I promise I will make you calm
I promise you will win

I will be your comfort
I will be your guide
The only problem is
The scars you have to hide

When you use every one
You will have us all
We promise we won't hurt you
We won't make you fall

Do you see the lies
All the lies in this life?
Drugs, crack, pot, smokes
All leading to the knife

Don't let them suck you in
Don't let yourself be used
Because in the end
You will be the one abused

Copyright (C): Rhianna

Rubbed Off My Skin

I rubbed off my skin
From my face one night
The worms were digging
The voices were right

I scratched till I bled
On my arms yesterday
Red specks on a pale Earth
Flowing and moving away

I broke my skin right now
My legs leaked and oozed
The voices were right
I had nothing to lose

I ripped my skin
On my throat tomorrow
There will be no sadness
No infinite sorrow

No.Need.For.A.Name.

These are all GREAT and I MEAN G R E A T POEMS! I'm going to try to write one.. But I'm to damn tired right now!

Drugged

Dancing like nothing cares
Singing like I got an audience
Carefully walking like I'm being graded
Trying to hide my reddend eyes
Behind these unworthy lies
But people see right through me
They know me
They know what I do
They know what I sell
They know that I am not holy
To even be looked upon
I'm just a screwed up person
Just driven down this lonely painful road
That's has my rocky ground I battle on
That's has my grey-darkened skies
That has my ditch along the side of the road
That carries and flows my tears
Rest stops seem to be every foot of eachother
Holdlessly wanting someone to care
So I have to stop at the Rest Stop
And get more directions on where to turn and go
I know I screwed up
I know I do drugs
But can't anyone see
I'm trying my best to understand
Those directions to get back on the highway
With other normal people
I'm lonely going down this old country road
With nothing to learn about, nothing to see
I guess this is the way
You'll feel when you take deadly drugs
They all will end with a car crash
If we cannot stop soon enough

Withdrawals.

Laying on the sofa,
I couldn't move at all.
Days turned into weeks,
withdrawal after withdrawal.

Hot and cold all over,
as the drugs came out of me.
Much more I had to go through,
just to be drug free.

The backache was unbearable,
other aches made me sick.
Recovering from my addiction,
wasn't easy nor was quick.

Once I made my mind up,
I knew what I had to do.
My addiction wasn't just illegal drugs,
but also what the Doctor gives to You.

Painkillers, crack and alcohol,
Vallium and zopiclone.
Once the withdrawals ended,
I couldn't go out alone.

I became agrophobic,
it lasted over a year.
The drugs that I once took,
had masked away my fear.

My anxieties came back worse,
but these I had to face.
My messed up years and pain,
I was not willing to retrace.

Once You get into taking drugs,
eventually You will find.
They do not make life easier,
they totally screw Your mind.

I'm so glad they're not my life now,
I'm so much stronger than before.
Working through my issues,
has helped me so much more.

Destiny

I can see now, what's happened to me.
I chose everyone's praise, over my ecstasy.
they all laughed at me, and i could do nothing.
for i was real timid, and as weak as a spring.

i would run home each day, afraid of the bus.
afraid of the torment, from those who are flawless.
and to put myself to sleep, i'd cry ever night.
and I'd lay there and cry, until there was no light.

i can't stand it anymore, the teasing, the pain.
i must make it stop, or no more will i be sain.
i had nothing for dinner, nor lunch the next day.
all i did was drink water, and wash pills my way.

and this i kept up, for a very long time.
hardly ate anything, soon was as thin as a mime.
but i always had headaches, and never could sleep
yet i'd still wash down pills, and i never did weep

i am so weak now, that i can hardly stand.
it's as if, over my body, i have lost command.
but i feel accepted now, so it doesn't matter.
i can remove the pain, with a pill and water.

and with a couple more pills, the day comes closer.
as my unkown destiny aproaches nearer.
and i go lay to rest, with the last pill i take.
for from this fatal sleep, i shall not awake.

Hello everyone~

Sorry for the delay in responding! I, myself, have tried drugs; specifically marijuana and pills; hoping I would die someday. I used marijuana to self medicate, while I used the pills, to try to kill myself. Neither of these are good choices. Eventually, within just a few months of smoking pot, I wanted to try ecstacy, but after reading the last poem and talking to other people about it ~ I've decided not to try this drug. I've learned that once I try something, it makes me driven to try another thing and another thing - wanting more and more, and more. Constantly. Non stop. Just wanted all my pain to go away. Although, honestly, NOTHING will take away ALL my pain. While doing all my negative outlets: drugs, cutting, taking pills, banging my head, pulling my hair out, etc, this only makes matters worse. It isn't taking away my pain~ honestly, it only causes me MORE problems.

I need to straighten my life up. Regardless of what poem you submitted : drug use for it/against it, recovery, inspirational, etc, I consider ALL of your poems in a way inspirational for me. I enjoyed reading EVERY poem and I consider EVERYONE a number 1!! Rock on people-- and if you can~ do your best to recover in some way or find a better way of coping. If you do not realize this now ~ sooner or later, you will .. And.. even if you aren't ready to get the help yet ~ that's fine too; that's your choice, but remember, I'm here to listen.

Take care!!! Be expecting 6 comments on EVERYONE's part! ;)

Michelle

PS... I'm still more than welcome to read drug related poems and comment if anyone is still interested in posting their poems. ;)

Michelle-

I have been in the same situation that you have been in. It was during middle school. I am now 9th grade and my life is now better that i dont have the surroundance of hate, hurt and alot of other things. I am now drug free. But once in a while I do smoke and drink. But thats once a year.

Hope you will come through and be drug-free like the rest of us!

Good-Luck.

~xx

All Drugged Up

Her hands fall to her hips
Lipstick glowing on her lips
A joint between her fingertips

All the guys she meet
Leave her on the street
No more fancy cars

She's had her fun, and now she's done
All drugged up, 'cause she took a puff.

Um.. btw..

I only recieved 1 comment.. You said we all get 6. Please do 5 more of mine. Please do the favorites first..

Thanxx..

-Khayden

Obviously weve all seen the little mess thats like 6 pages long.
So im bumping the real pages up