Drug Dream
I had a drug dream for the
first time in my life.
I remember me taking a hit
my eyes rolling back.
I remember my soul craving
for this drug they call crack.
I remember the crack talking to me
as if it was my friend.
I rembember the crack saying
"partners in crime to
the very end".
The crack started to abuse me
taking away my soul.
I took my crack and blunts
and buried them in a hole.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Ghetto Tales | 0 | 03/18/2015 |
| WHAT YOU NEED? | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| BAG OF TROUBLE | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Drug Dream | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Anger | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Would I? | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| My life | 1 | 11/04/2009 |
| DECISIONS | 0 | 10/23/2009 |
| Ain't Changed | 1 | 10/23/2009 |
| Saturdays | 1 | 07/22/2009 |
| First | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| I Remember | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| My Life | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| The Hill | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
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