Smoke eats the fresh air
And infects his lungs
Another drug into his body
He has begun
Without any care
Without any reason
He needs no excuse
Weeds always in season
Highs got him feeling better
With every single hit
He keeps pinching from the bag
Stacking every little bit
Girlfriends always bitching
“Put out that Joint”
She lives in a perfect world
And doesn’t get the point
Fires dance in his throat
Coughs come periodically
Toxins in his mind
Got him acting idiotically
His body burns like a furnace
But still he doesn’t stop
Those green tree’s he blowing on
Take him to the top
With that lingering in the back of his head
He knows it’s possible
That he might not make it back in his bed
His friends don’t care
They’ll toast til’ they die
He rolls the weed up
And blows the smoke in the sky.
A contest entry
- BLOOD STAINED TEARS (SUICIDAL LOVE) by Candy Morphine.
300 points, ended June 11, 2008, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what you think?
Comments
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Fires dance in his throat
His body burns like a furnace
my favorite lines.
i love the imagery...
although i hav never personally bn in this experiance-i understood the poem really well
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Awesome, powerful...
An outstanding piece on one of society's biggest problems... Excellent use of meataphor and flow of imagery. Good luck in the contest!!! Peace, Cyn
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Very well written piece
So true this is and how ones who love them say stop and the friends all laugh and say NOT .Its sad indeed for misery loves company and they shall take you to their limits so as to not be alone .Good piece here
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thanks alot! i really appreicate the feedback =]
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