Posts Tagged ‘drugs’
That’s The Way Love Goes…Revisited
Posted by: Farah on: January 27, 2009
like a crackhead to the pipe,
burned by the fire,
i hate romance and crave it…
on what day did God create desire?
that’s how my heart goes…
Why Cry?
Posted by: Farah on: January 3, 2009
when i
consider the amount of potential
that lives in my insides
and then wake up and see
what is really outside,
tears well up in my eyes
and i cry.
when i
think about all of the uncured disease
and all the money that’s made in pharmacies
and the people who live off of painkillers
instead of cures,
tears well up in my eyes
and i cry.
when [...]
Under the Influence
Posted by: Farah on: December 8, 2008
troubles eased
when the world becomes a dense fog
and my windows feel steam
as my brain gets unclogged
and my heart is free
as i hear it beat over all
that is around me.
i am thirsty and sleepy and needy
but satisfied.
if only i
could live like this all the time.
if i could move as smooth
as this state makes me feel;
if i [...]
Sensory Control
Posted by: Farah on: September 9, 2008
i want to
infiltrate your central nervous system like a drug.
i want to
be a muscle relaxer so that your heart will feel
at ease with me…
so that you can chill
and be free with me
as i slow down your breath patterns until
you’re conscious of just how much you have needed me.
i want my voice
to raise your blood pressure,
the [...]
Intervention
Posted by: Farah on: September 2, 2008
little kitten,
come join us in a house that is warm.
come out of the cold
where your fur stands on end,
where you walk in circles that don’t end.
here there are no confusing curves but straight edges,
corners so that you don’t have to stay in the same space
forever.
outside can be deceiving.
sometimes freedom isn’t without but within,
so come on [...]
This is Your Brain
Posted by: Farah on: August 12, 2008
- In: poetry
- 3 Comments
i get upset as my brain cells fry
and before the cooking of my
intelligence is finished,
my consciousness has mysteriously diminished.
with each expletive, reference to the club, clothes and sex
i exchange the logical portion of my identity
for an apathetic, watered-down version of me.
foolishness is hidden in tight beats
craftily slipping each listener a mickey,
one that has adverse effects [...]
Black in America
Posted by: Farah on: July 23, 2008
- In: poetry
- 10 Comments
is blackness a curse?
they’re trying to kill us.
the darker brother and sister are put on display
like slaves
in an open market.
they’re trying to kill us,
letting us choose our own death
whether it’s how we ingest, protect, or have sex,
it all results in the same effect.
Uncle Sam is the overseer,
lashing us with the whip of the economy,
sugar cane [...]
Confused Mind
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written July 1, 2008*
i promised myself that i would write everyday
but i see that positive habits are hard to make
and negative habits are hard to break.
somehow living with addiction is the only way some can be consistent.
i bet if i was a porn addict, i wouldn’t skip a beat–
i would tune in to the action,
rub [...]
Juneteenth
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written June 19, 2008*
we free…
we don’t have to stand or fight,
just live it up,
smoke it up,
drink it up,
sex it up,
but don’t forget to
wrap it up,
rap it up,
two step and snap it up,
tote gats and lock it up,
sell snow white on the block it up,
serve time it up,
booty pop it up,
become young moms and pops it [...]
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