Old friends are good friends.

Dear Oxycodone, Methadone, and Dilaudid,

I loved you when I was hurting.
You loved me even when I mixed you with weed.
You made me feel good during class and not worry about homework.
I hope I never have to see you again,
because you robbed me of an entire year of my life.
And now I can't remember what high school was.
Fuck YOU!
-mmg

 

i want you to know i think you're stupid.
i think you have nothing good about you
and yet every time i walk down that isle
i can't help but grab you by the neck.
i make you mine for a short time
then you take my will
you float around till air is found
and break into my brain
i feel the sounds
i see the dreams
and i can't remove my hand.
i wake up on the tile floor
at the bottom of the stairs i fell down
i start to feel the headache
you tend to leave behind.
but then i take another hit
and i once again lose my mind
you've ruined my life once
and i know you'll do it again
i'll never admit it out loud
to say you are a friend
i'd like to keep you sitting
on the shelf where you were found.
and never spend my money
to end up past out on the ground

*kush

 

NICE GUISE!

​

Was HS worth remembering?
People were scarred, some lives dismembered.
For me it was a daze, ah, HS daze.
You guys don't know I have a curse, see, all I got was weed and pussy.
Those were my main concern, oh, how i got the burn

Since then, I have had revelations of certain.
Moments of clarity, I no longer live behind a curtain.
Common sense has always been a rarity, and it does exist... though in scarcity....
These are the daze of my life, filled with strife... my friends are trife, most are gone..
It is always darkest before dawn, so I will stay strong.
I know were I belong, I know it is above, I hear a trumpet song, and know It is all my love.
When tears of joy run down my face, and I am supreme, I will be go to a special place, far beyond any dream.

 

ya you definately don't suck. trust me ok... you lack suckage

 

There is a fear that animates with noise. It starts as a gurgle until you're in a position of poise.
Break out, grab utensils, we know what it's about. "Credentials? Very high!"
Don't listen to noise, the MO is do for self, maybe 'cause we're boys, it isn't self help.
Form gagger, blow out mist, this is all about "I".
Keep it automatically gully, because shifty eye are suspicious. Don't trust me, because my shifty are auspicious. Ridiculous.
Eyes constrict, tar enters lungs, you collapse in the sun after the Iron Bell rung.
WATCH OUT WATCH OUT WATCH OUT. We all know pigs are out.
We must find shelter, we need security. We need better, don't need obscurity.

-does2

 

lol i love that last line. it portrays the sketchyness/paranoia of it all... muy bueno

 

Thanks, Kush.

I'm l gad you contributed, too.

 

of course. i mean what else am i going to do at 6 am?

but i wanna thank you too... because now you got me writing again... or atleast got some ideas floating around in muh noggin.

 

My super sperm can float around you?

 

sudden topic change. would you like me to write a poem about that too...
about my secret passion and angst about how you're exist behind your keyboard then you're gone in a flash. and how i desire for your touch.

 

LMAO
i see what you did thar

 

so........ is that a yes....


bah ha haha

joo keep on knocking but joo can't come in



when you come see me in texas we'll have to watch that movie lol it's like my new favorite we'll sit in a motel room and smoke hella pot and watch funny movies

 

More Than Confused​

Sometimes I start to wander and mumble. A starving Condor whose tongue fumbles.
I try to comfort, but I stumble. This isn't about me, it is about her.
We must talk, all I do is slur so I continue to stalk.
She's crushed me, but I crush her... it is to pebbles.
Innsuflate, 'cause I'ma rebel, over level. Revel and wallow, this reality is hard to swallow, should I follow?
The forest has it's trees, the honey... it has bees. The does2 has none of these.
Threatening thoughts, they are not me. Actions, sloppy, is this me?\
The code I can't decipher, so I smash things with my lighter.

 

wow does, you have enough for my book idea just on your own

 

TY
All of these have been off the top of my head.

 

Dumb Shit From Nick at Nite​

Now this is a story all about hoy my life got twist turned upside down.
Now I'd like to take a minute just nod right there, ima tell you how i became the fiend of bel-air.
In west Philly born and raises, playground is where i blew most of my dillys.
Noddin out relaxain all cool, all shooting some horse outside my sschool when a couply of guise, they were up to straight edge, satraatin callin the po and my mom got real scared.
She said ya moving with auntie in Bel Air.

 

lol epic as always

 

A Poem Of Mixed Feelings:

The hype, the score:

The dose, and more:

But now, I'm poor:

fuck...

 

Well guys, I'm almst super faded.
So moar soon.
DO WANT?

 

Inspired by HushBull's epic link.

Where is the Faith?​

Where is the ritual, where is the taste?
My actions residual, opiates traced.
My actions trivial, my mind spaced.
How long can I last? This is traced land.... dead?
Hauntings of the past, this is laced thread.