Jigsaw
The man and the puzzle
Half complete out of the box
He leaves it on the table with his drink and dirty socksLeaving for lies
He sought danger behind somebody else's eyes.Newports By the Beach
As I take a drag of the cigarette I bummed from the girl who slashes her wristsThe opiates come back in almost full effect
My eyes half shut,
Hands moving on their own
I wonder why I'm doing the things I'm doingPlane
The state in between tired, lucid, and awake, or just asleep and awake
I can hardly focus
Putting together a train of thought or even speaking a sentence seems like trying to learn a new languageBroken Down House
I'm starting to notice bags under my eyes
My hair covers them so it's often difficult to notice
My arms and legs have this weird feeling to them, like the they're not really there and there at the same time
The new shirt my mom bought me itches cause I haven't washed it yet
But so does the back of my neck,
Thighs, face, and forearm; so what do I know?Thursday
Emotions drain out of me like a sewer
Even the compliments of the one I truly love does nothing to lift my spirits
Maybe it's the downers or maybe even the Zoloft which instead of lessening my sadness, dulls away everything I feel
She's making promises I know she won't keep, and when it all falls through
I'm left only feeling bitter emotionsOctober
I'm out back, putting old habits together
Stuck in a frenzy
The color slowly draining from my face and skin
Told the one I "love" that id quit, I lied through my teeth
I'm starting to nod out in school
My eyes all over
I'm seeing double and I enjoy it
Sense the feeling in my eyes
Shifting back and forthFinale
The aggressive songs of my past playing as I lay on the backseat
The cool breeze comes through the window but I'm still greeted with the warm sun on my neck,
Chewing on an already mangled pen cap.
Lies! Lies! Lies!
I haven't stopped!
I feel great!
The pain has stopped
That beautiful numb, warm feeling where your train of thought never leaves the station
I've never missed something so much
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Sun King Poetry Vol.1
PoetryCollection of poetry written while under the influence of narcotics, emotions, and other factors