For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
To let the sun dry me up
And run healing through this broken cup
But there is no sun in October
And the weather is always better after the rain
The atmosphere is clearer
But the environment stays the same
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
And sip on tomorrow
And lend out me
And get back things people have barrowed
I want to empty this drip
And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip
The Garden of Eden was not a place
But an atmosphere
And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
So I can crawl backwards through my veins
And nod sluggishly off into corrosion
Mixing this chemical with the rain
I want to be a morphine drip
To plunge into this open rip
Keep me filled to slow this painful trip
Drip into this wrought
And saturate every
Contaminated
Delusional
Unclean
Thought
Drip until you can only see the whites of my eyes
Because everything that enters me dies
mentalnotes1 
beautiful writing
Thank you Anderson ❤
“And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip
The Garden of Eden was not a place
But and atmosphere
And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear” – I found this to be the most powerfull part of the poem, even tho the whole thing sounds very good and most of all honest in it’s conffession, it feels like it is showing me a mix of ones most greatest strenghts and weaknesses.
The truth is you inspired me “To My Godess with Love” put me in the right direction. I wanted to write something strange, baffeling, yet oddly understandable. Some days I just want to go some place where nothing matters. Thus came this poem, I want to be a morphine drip. Thanks for visiting again.
I feel delighted that I managed to inspire you in some way and encourage you to just keep writting. I believe everyone can see you, your soul and your pieces through the poetry you let us see and that is something amazing and truly to be cherished 🙂
Oh girl. I think this is my favorite poem you have written…and spoken! It’s incredible. I’m jealous you wrote it and recorded it. 🙂
I was trying to think how to convey how I felt on this night and this is what I came up with. There are a few of yours I can mention I have been a little worked up over myself (:
I follow her. 🙂
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Loved it! Especially this: “Please don’t touch me. Because everything that enters me dies”
Thank you dear, I kind of like it too, even though it has been almost three years since I took anything other than an Aspirin, for some strange reason the word morphine comforts me 🙂
Check this lady out http://olorielmoonshadow.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/to-my-goddess-with-love/
Hmm… for some strange reason I understand you! lol
The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn, rains upon the Serengeti, where leopards of the storm chase as the fading light dwindles. Yet, all I want to hear, are the sounds, the songs, in the distant Rift Valley far from here, between the faults of atmosphere, beneath the changing evening sky, bliss, sublime, nights filled with tales deep and ancient. Where river veins unravel, to share cherished life far from a dark heart which dances to the shadow, and light of distant times… As I listen to your voice in the lines of words, thoughts like those of a dreamer of places take form above, forgetting all that time has borrowed from a past. Love the way you explore your thoughts, Latoya! Has it been raining?
So many great responses to this piece, it came from such a painful place. Yes, Sean it has been raining but today it’s just a drizzle (: thank the weather gods 😊.
This response was so dense with message, I like this part a lot. “where river veins unravel, to share cherished life far from a dark heart which dances to the shadow, and light of distant time” powerful!
It sounded like rain coming through with the words… Those places are dark, with navigation, difficult to get around. Do you think you can take the entire poetic part of the comment, and start running with it as a duet? See what we can add to it, watch/make it grow. Thanks too!
I will email you my response tonight when I get home. I’m excited!
fantastic! lovely reciting voice too.
Thank you heartafire 🙂
awesome stuff!
Thank you so much for visiting and commenting, it means the world to me! ❤
“For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
So I can crawl backwards through my veins
And nod sluggishly off into corrosion
Mixing this chemical with the rain”
Perfect, perfect, perfect stanza! Your reading is also so good and engaging.
Thank you! This was a dark time for me, now for Halloween I just want to be a lollipop, this is also a dry time for me lol
Absolutely beautiful. This is some of the best written poetry I’ve ever seen and I’m so jealous of your ability to write this beautifully. I’m just in awe right now. I think I’ll go reread this for the third (maybe fourth) time.
Thank you, this was a really dark time in my life, writing saved me. I can’t use drug when my heart aches but I sure can write about being a drug. Thanks for the visit dear.
Wow, truly impressive piece. Think I’ll re-read this one again.
Thank you for visiting this crazy place (: please come again.
Love the poem. Love your voice.
Thank you much happy turkey day 🙂
Reblogged this on mentalnotes1 and commented:
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
To let the sun dry me up
And run healing through this broken cup
But there is no sun in October
And the weather is always better after the rain
The atmosphere is clearer
But the environment stays the same
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
And sip on tomorrow
And lend out me
And get back things people have barrowed
I want to empty this drip
And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip
The Garden of Eden was not a place
But an atmosphere
And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
So I can crawl backwards through my veins
And nod sluggishly off into corrosion
Mixing this chemical with the rain
I want to be a morphine drip
To plunge into this open rip
Keep me filled to slow this painful trip
Drip into this wrought
And saturate every
Contaminated
Delusional
Unclean
Thought
Drip until you can only see the whites of my eyes
Please don’t touch me
Because everything that enters me dies
So keep me planted in this metaphoric drip
Because October will soon be gone
“…the weather is always better after the rain.” It does clear the air of allergens and pollution for a bit. Not to mention watering green things. I’m most drawn to the part about the garden of Eden not being a place but an atmosphere. No place is perfect, but atmosphere… maybe we can have moments of clarity and comfort.
Thank you JoAnna, the rain is very refreshing! I’ve been enjoying the April showers immensely!
LaToya, thank you so much for sharing this poem with me for ‘Poetry Partners’! I’ve published it at The Skeptic’s Kaddish here:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/10/garden-or-eden/
Take good care,
David [ben Alexander]
Awwwe, thank you 😊
This was powerful and mesmerizing. I love the depth. It arrested me. Thank you for sharing this.
That you for visiting, what a difference 10 years makes! “it arrested me” I adore that description! ❤