this thread is for anyone to share any type of creativity inspired by opiates or other personal drug favorites. whether it be art, drawing, painting, music and song, poetry, or anything else. this is poem personally written by myself(opanawitmyfolgers). excuse the shitty spelling and grammar and take a guess on who or what its about. share the creativity :2thumbsup::2thumbsup::2thumbsup: dear anonymous, damn, how did this happen? howd we get where we are now? howd i end up in this hole and howd i get so far down? howd you manage to ruin my life? im broke like im losing my wife but you were something different i gave you 5 years of my life and now im something different and people say somethings missin and i remember the day that we met the backseat of the chrysler and i sat there afraid with regret but a little curiousity could help to erase with neglect so i brace for whats next as you lay on my lap and once we connect only you can make me relax this is fate, i can promise, swear on my dad, joseph thomas when im with you im the calmest; only with you im so honest so, fast forward a couple of years and hit the play button now you fuck with a few of my friends, but i dont say nuthen cause when its me and you baby, them niggas dont understand we're even at the football games fucken around under stands i bring you everywhere i go, you even come to my work and if i was a man of faith ,youd even come to my church but anything that perfect will always have a repercussion and that bitch roxanne turned out to be the reapers cousin and after 5 years i learned it wasnt ment to be but youll always be stuck in my head throughout the centuries im addicted to you baby, physically and mentally but i was just another fool, i bet youll never mention me so rest in peices you bitch, i rhyme a final eulogy through the pain and tragedy, i realise you were schoolin me so put yourself in my shoes... imagine if you were me you have to live inside the darkness in order for you to see.. sincerely yours, opanawitmyfolgers:chillpill:
You may want to repost in the poetry section. you will get more people who will appreciate and or criticize your art. I write as well. i might whip out some old archives tom and post em.
Lady-Lay: Conversations between the breeze this is where I want to be she whispered back and forth to me sky illuminated sun set to flame what is all this beauty does it have a name endless miracles even as we sweat impurities deep inside expel all that hides In dark alleys It stole her soul gave her ground to dig a cave so deep “Why don’t you bury me I can hardly sleep.” “Why do you bother to stay, my heart has turned to clay.” She implied that the mask gave her strength as it only fit her face she claimed, “this is where I belong this is my resting place.” The truth of reality crumbled beneath her logic fell free and broke into debris inviting insanity from the mirror on the vanity caging the thoughts clustered in her mind devouring any beauty the she could find. Beautiful: Shoot me up and live me down flowing the endless red current Heroin and Crown I’d rather drown Than ask for help No more tears and no more fear Of what this addiction will bring next year No more lies and endless rock bottoms We reached the end of our rope, then tied the noose Images of prison depicted from our vision taunt us all daily We must let go and move forward quit fucking around with a double edged sword I know I am ready, without a doubt I couldn’t do it alone So here it is, it’s all mapped out.
I feel an INCREDIBLE sense of creativity and novelty when on opioids. Lots of people like to take psychedelics or smoke Cannabis to get to that 'special' creative state (I actually DO like psychedelics a lot, but not as much as opioids- I hate pot), but I really feel opioids get me there the most, especially when playing music. I am on Suboxone, and I also am a bassist in a jazz band. I always take my first dose of Suboxone right when I arrive at the practice studio and I feel so much more connected to my fellow musicians once it kicks in. You really feel the soul of the music (not to sound corny!) I know why so many jazz-heads were dope-heads. The two go together perfectly. None of my bandmates know I use Suboxone and since opioids don't fuck you up like alcohol, they can't tell. I always feel like I am in a secret dream world haha.