Ok, need to be quick today. About to go get drunk so I thought this poem about cocaine and ketamine and all them crazy drugs would be appropriate.
I was remembering the feeling that comes from taking stuff like that; sitting in a flat at 5 in the morning, the sun coming out and the nostalgia. So I wrote a poem about the feeling.
I’m so thankful that I’m not in that place anymore where drugs are a habitual, nightly thing. Smoking weed and drinking are my vices at the moment and I can live with that, it’s better than my coke days for certain. Almost everyone has their addictions, whether it be shopping, gambling, smoking, drinking, coffee, controlling others, power… the list in endless. I feel that I’m exactly where I need to be right now.
So yeah, enjoy!
sitting in a dreamy haze
streams of gold coming through the cracks
time for more of my hearts desires
it makes everything sparkle
and comes with a longing
this world is unreal
the floor and the ceiling are upside down
sleep never comes
peace never comes
vibrations and buzzing are all that is
gleaming eyes
and dirty lies
this destitute life
where my dreams are coming true
why was this my choice?
creativeflow 