I say I have given up my vices
I don't smoke, except on special occasions
I don't vape, unless I'm super stressed.
I don't drink alcohol, not to excess
I don't use drugs, without permission of course
I'm not a victim at all
I've no disease that makes me sit in circles
I'm not a problem statistic, not anymore
I'm sometimes lonely and life gets, shit
I can sit and wish that I was rid of all this
Like the old days make myself happy to forget
Wake up one day covered in sick
I learned there is a trick to coping when life is too much
It's that everyone feels that they too are sick
We all want to forget when we play along and pretend
Most of all its just fine as long as you numb it
Just one little bit
All of us desperate to feel like we fit.
I sit slowly now,
Appearing somewhat calm
The raging torrents have given way
To babbling brooks with still banks
Worn smooth by time, talking low
Calm water caressing gently those who dare
If you look closely, gaze deeply
You will see the scars of violence
There among the dark rocky pools
Quiet, yet with a dark menace still
Time was not kind forging this shady place
Deep roots whisper of struggles all around
Here battles were won more than once
So we can slip away in tranquillity's embrace
Third and final poem in the series “I’ll still love you when the drugs wear off in the morning”.
IPart 2 in the series of 3 poems titled I’ll still love you when the drugs wear off in the morning inspired by the Miley Cyrus song Mr Percocet.
The first of three poems inspired by Miley Cyrus’ Mr Percocet and this memorable line.
A poem about suicide written as an antidote to toxic positivity, while conveying my genuine hope for the future being worth building.
Original poem entitled Neurodivergent using Original words and CapCut for Images and Audio Voice.
Today is the day to kiss cares and worries away,
Today is the next day in the story of the rest of our lives,
We march triumphantly off to the unknown,
To die in glory in a land we do not know,
Against our brothers we have never met,
We murder our dreams and futures as we slaughter the friends we never made,
For a cause we blindly repeat and masters whose cruelty we obey,
For a land we will never steward and people we will never meet,
Such is glory when a war machine shuffles its feet.
This is an AI video of my Poem: My Head is Severed
The words are my own and the visuals created by AI using my prompts and input.
I am still not convinced that AI is a good thing to use; I am not a graphic creator, simply a poet and intend no infringement with this work.
