Old friends are good friends.

Dear Morphine,
It has been quite a while since I last met you on my own terms. And I must say, your return has proved somewhat good.
But I must let you know, Morphine, your drip taste of bitch. Your BA is so low, you could make it in our recession.
Don't get me wrong, you make me feel good, but the euphoria you produce sucks.
Anyway, I will see you in the morning, little lady.
Sincerely,
does2

P.S. Write back soon.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=985JGeGq_tc

 

Holy fucking shit.
Awesome, awesome.
Did I mention... wow?

You sir, are a king amongst men.

:cheers2:

 

Nice.

Dear Oxycodone,

Oh why must you feel so good, but fade so quickly?
I love it oh so much when you make my skin feel prickly.
Like pins and needles, all over.
And then within an hour, it's all over.

 

^^ Haha, perfect.

 

perfect u4ia

dear dilaudid

why must you only work truly for iv
how I wish to experience your beauty
how I fear your addiction
you and your cousins are the best thing to happen to me
yet at times you are the worst thing to happen to me

visit me again soon


not as good but who cares

 

Nice, china.... I like seeing these pop up.

Relayer or Kilo better pop up.

(Kilo cannot post a math formula to express his love for opiates)

 

haha thanks, and id kinda like to see him try to express his love with math

 

Awesome thread.

 

ya man we should publish a book of letters to our abuses

 

I find writing letters to my "friends" to be very fun.
I think I will come to this thread everytime I get the urge.

 

Dear Oxycodone,
When I heard you were down the street, I got kinda happy. You know I am loyal to my friends, so he and I headed down to your abode.
I was surprised to see you had company, but they were cool and made me feel comfortable.
I'm glad several of your xanax bar cousins decided to hang out. The were nice in combination with your 30mg.
It was cool how all of you guys got along with Jack Herrer.
What a fun time.
Hope to see you guys soon.

PS: Thanks for me leaving me a cocktail for the morning.

 

In his abode,
A lode is blowed.
Nodded and incoherent,
no problem is apparent.
This ride has a high tariff,
but boy, It make 'em shoot the sheriff.
Rock climb, you can't stop me, sky dive, it was a 40mg oxy.
When it starts to dwindle, there's thoughts of swindle.
Cold cobblestone, you are all alone.
Two shots to the dome, find which way the wind's blowin'.
Nature's the only sure fire way, but the wind is deceiving.
Do not let it make you stray, for crude surprises will be his receiving.
If cleansing is desired, his soul may be saved from eternal fire.
The fire we call eternal is waiting, it is here, and it fornicating.
New offspring, new opponents, a fake calling, fake components.
Conditioned and trained, his instinct is stained, individualism strained.
One way out, the only way out... alas the doubt.
Guarded and padded, away he darted, he has had it.
A feeble attempt in cross results in contempt, corrupt and loss.
Hatred for the loss, hatred for the boss. Death at all costs.
When did this become a dream? When did the fabric of time unravel seam by seam.
Nothing left but be true, only to a certain degree, because he is me, and he is you.

-does2

Come, on guys.... let's keep it alive!!!one!!1!!eleveb1!!1!!

 

uh... drugs much there darlin


i'd write one to heroin... but my skin is too itchy
my fingers are other wise occupied
i'd speak the words but
my teeth are clenched tight on the elastic around my arm
i'd show you with my eyes...but they're closing...

so i guess i'll just write to you lare

 

Sometimes I think... Sometimes I think I have no friends.
So many loose ends, and no means of mends.
There is nothing to hide, and I am losing time to bide.
If the psyche were an equation, or an accessible station.
One with gas and fappin' , window wiping, action, class and ration.
Then the answer would be found, but am I answer bound?
Is the answer sound? What do I expect? What do I accept?
I can't help but be me, but who am I? My last name starts with "V", brown eye, when will I die? Does that matter? I'm a mess. Every day I get fatter and eat less. My life's in a tatter, but there's nothing to address.
You have to be trusted if you lie, brains a scatter, maybe I'm high, does dying matter?
I really don't know what is happening, am I liked? I try to keep from fapping, but I am always piked.
This could be an internal trick, word, for me it's a mind bog, shaken, stirred and the penis or dick, much slick... with a broken cog.
Now, I steam, there is smoke, sometimes there is cream, but mostly there is never a joke.

-does2

:cheers2:

 

Title: Withdrawal

Irritable, edgy, antsy and tense.
Even the best of gents,
yes they, too shit waterfalls,
shake all over and make a million calls.
I often think I am slick,
but opiates are dubios,
And I am just nick,
when they get ruthless,
and it's time for the puke accompanied by the ache,
We try and get baked,
I possess will, but the opiates they take.
With no remorse, the get you sick and jet,
leaving you a lone in a puddle of shet,
knowing this is one more thing to regret.
track, embarrassment, no shame.
Help us all not lose, let's play the game.

-does2

​

 

the white and the small the letters on your back
kiss you every night to set me on the right track
but then it's not enough to know you're always there
i have to go and crush you smell you like it's air
once you were enough
twice you were too good
three times you controlled me
now it's understood.
you won't be back for a while. till the month has come and gone
and it starts all over again. with a dream
unstable stance i breathe you in again.
you don't just make me tired.
you're pretty much my only friend.

 

Come one homies, let's keep this going.
I suck, but you guys got talent.

 

Beautiful poem from a beautiful woman

 

tyvm. you don't suck btw...
you have alot of good lines

<3 kush