chained utopia

i wrote this while i was on speed (pretty much a poem about when i did pills)

i take a sip

and pop it in

swallow it.

i know it's bad

a "wrong" "lazy" "dirty" "wretched" connotation

i travel into a world

space, time, and speed

either

exist or 

fade.....out....

i laugh... smile

look tired 

and lazy

dark bags (under my eyes) 

red eyes

messy hair

fat face.

beauty looks at me

and i look at him 

i love him and hate him

i feel him

but i'm numb

my head is spinning

somewhere else

a vast land 

of candy, water, falling powerfully 

consuming it all

making me sick

making it sweet

a sweet escape.... experience 

dangerous and fun

i wake one day 

and what have i done?

i laugh it off

but 

sometimes

i end

up

dying

internal wounds

show the fate 

of pasts alive

and reasons i debate

come back journey

and laugh with me

loving and helping, singing with me

white ribbons wrap my wrists and ankles, 

soft beauty maybe, but in the end dark 

shackles 

HURTING AND 

i fly in love

but run in fear 

of what this is 

and what it rids.

Reviews

[Angi]

My brother put three states between himself and the pills. He came to me already sick and I helped him through the withdrawals. After I got him functioning again, he tried to tell me what it was like. This poem took me back to the way he looked and sounded when he was describing the feeling of addiction. Chained utopia, indeed. The first part of this piece is just how he looked when he arrived at my door. He was a mess. The last six lines will be something he will always have in the back of his mind. Well done, Joe. Angi~

[Joe Barone]

thank you so much i appreciate it! and i really hope your son is well now:) peace and blessings your way~