Phil Volatile's Blog - Posts Tagged "heroin"
The Drug of You
The Drug of You
If poetry had a taste,
it’d taste like you;
sweet and sour,
but still sticky like glue
And if you were a pill for popping,
you’d be blue;
because you bring me up,
and let me down used, not abused
I’d get a prescription for
60 MG of I don’t hate you,
and stay limp,
staring like a statue
But you can’t be any of those;
yours is from a needle not meant for tattoos,
and mine is sold in bars
from 11 am ‘til 2
And on street corners,
bought with I.O.U.’s;
writing poems;
being dealt a deuce;
you, me, and drug abuse
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
http://wp.me/p233cV-co
If poetry had a taste,
it’d taste like you;
sweet and sour,
but still sticky like glue
And if you were a pill for popping,
you’d be blue;
because you bring me up,
and let me down used, not abused
I’d get a prescription for
60 MG of I don’t hate you,
and stay limp,
staring like a statue
But you can’t be any of those;
yours is from a needle not meant for tattoos,
and mine is sold in bars
from 11 am ‘til 2
And on street corners,
bought with I.O.U.’s;
writing poems;
being dealt a deuce;
you, me, and drug abuse
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
http://wp.me/p233cV-co
Pawn Shop Towns
Pawn Shop Towns
Children are overdosing
on heroin and they’re
not much older than 14
The parents hit the street
panhandling for money
to bury their deceased
And after one look at them,
you realize that poor child
never even had a chance, and
you start to wonder if it’s
all just a big hoax
You never saw a pawn shop
town with so many tattoo parlors,
liquor stores, churches, bars,
and police stations—on the
same damn street
But there’s a million of these
towns that are like factories,
breeding hate and fear that only
the fortunate will never meet
And these zoomed up
kids die like saints, for
someone else’s
dollar
my blog: http://wp.me/s233cV-pawn
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
Children are overdosing
on heroin and they’re
not much older than 14
The parents hit the street
panhandling for money
to bury their deceased
And after one look at them,
you realize that poor child
never even had a chance, and
you start to wonder if it’s
all just a big hoax
You never saw a pawn shop
town with so many tattoo parlors,
liquor stores, churches, bars,
and police stations—on the
same damn street
But there’s a million of these
towns that are like factories,
breeding hate and fear that only
the fortunate will never meet
And these zoomed up
kids die like saints, for
someone else’s
dollar
my blog: http://wp.me/s233cV-pawn
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
My Mind's Abyss free!
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My Mind's Abyss is free on Amazon #Kindle until May 19, 2014. Get a copy and let me know what you think. Thanks!
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00EY363QO
My Mind's Abyss is free on Amazon #Kindle until May 19, 2014. Get a copy and let me know what you think. Thanks!
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00EY363QO
Three years sober & update
I'm three years clean and sober and I've also got an update so check out my blog!
Okay…so I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted a blog. I know, shame on me right? Oi. Friends, life doesn’t stop. Everything keeps moving and lately I’m feeling so low. I’m feeling so small and shit going on lately, a relationship ending, bullshit with cops…I just it’s been a journey these past few months.
On the 11th of May, like every Mother’s Day, I was sober again. This time friends, it’s been three years. Does it feel different? Yeah, I guess. I still miss my vices at times, but I know that it’s nonsense and is a way to die and not live. I just choose not to be that person anymore. It gets lonely, like now, I feel so alone and lonely. I have friends and what not, but sometimes I think about the substances and how they were comforting, but I know I’m just telling myself lies. It’s like when you get out of a toxic relationship (which I’ve recently just done) you make up excuses for the relationship and you glamorize it and you highlight all the good parts. The bottom line: —————->>> Clean & sober is the only way to be.
Enough of the sad sh!t, right?
I just bought a new motorcycle...
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The rest of the blog entry (with pictures!) can be read here:
http://wp.me/p233cV-cT
White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
Okay…so I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted a blog. I know, shame on me right? Oi. Friends, life doesn’t stop. Everything keeps moving and lately I’m feeling so low. I’m feeling so small and shit going on lately, a relationship ending, bullshit with cops…I just it’s been a journey these past few months.
On the 11th of May, like every Mother’s Day, I was sober again. This time friends, it’s been three years. Does it feel different? Yeah, I guess. I still miss my vices at times, but I know that it’s nonsense and is a way to die and not live. I just choose not to be that person anymore. It gets lonely, like now, I feel so alone and lonely. I have friends and what not, but sometimes I think about the substances and how they were comforting, but I know I’m just telling myself lies. It’s like when you get out of a toxic relationship (which I’ve recently just done) you make up excuses for the relationship and you glamorize it and you highlight all the good parts. The bottom line: —————->>> Clean & sober is the only way to be.
Enough of the sad sh!t, right?
I just bought a new motorcycle...
***********************************
The rest of the blog entry (with pictures!) can be read here:
http://wp.me/p233cV-cT
White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
White Wedding Lies...FREE!
My newest poetry collection, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent is #Free on Amazon #Kindle, now until 05/28/14. Get your copy and let me know what you think!
http://www.amazon.com/White-Wedding-L...
http://www.amazon.com/White-Wedding-L...
