opiate arts & creativity

Discussion in 'Opiates' started by opanawitmyfolgers, Jul 2, 2011.

  1. opanawitmyfolgers

    opanawitmyfolgers Guest

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    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:
     
  2. ness33

    ness33 Member

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    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.
     
  3. ness33

    ness33 Member

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    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.
     
  4. opanawitmyfolgers

    opanawitmyfolgers Guest

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    roger that i didnt notice there was a poetry section. good looks
     
  5. etkearne

    etkearne Resident Pharmacologist

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    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.
     

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