MORPHINE DRIP (POETRY )

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

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  1. “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.

    1. 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.

      1. 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 🙂

    1. I KIND OF REALLY LIKE THIS ALSO, 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 (:

      HEY CHECK THIS WOMAN OU Thttp://olorielmoonshadow.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/to-my-goddess-with-love/ A LOT OF HER STUFF IS WRITTEN IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE BUT THIS WAS ONE I LIKED THAT WAS NOT. BESIDES YOU SHE IS THE SECOND BLOGGER ABLE TO SNAP ME OUT OF WRITERS BLOCK JUST BY READING THEIR WORK. AND OF COURSE YOU WHERE THE FIRST (;

      1. I LIKE HER,,,,THERE IS SOMETHING STRANGELY MYSTERIOUS ABOUT HER WRITING,,,BESIDES THE FACT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND MOST OF IT,,,LOL, BUT REALLY, I THINK SHE IS AWSOME.

  2. Loved it! Especially this: “Please don’t touch me. Because everything that enters me dies”

    1. THANK YOU DEAR, I KINDA LIKE IT TOO, EVEN THOUGH IT HAS BEEN ALMOST THREE YEARS SINSE I TOOK ANYTHING OTHER THAN AN ASPRIN. FOR SOME STRANGE REASON THE WORD MORPHINE COMFORTS ME,,,LOL

  3. 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?

    1. WOW, SO MANY GREAT RESPONSES TO THIS POETRY “MORPHINE DRIP” IT CAME FROM SUCH A PAINFUL PLACE IN ME. YES SEAN IT HAS BEEN RAINING BUT TODAY IT’S JUST A DRIZZLE (: THANK GOD.

      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!

      1. 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!

  4. “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.

  5. 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.

    1. 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.

  6. 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

  7. “…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.

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