New High

As the hush breeze falls on to the meadow

The colors are speaking to me like they are my fellows

I laugh and giggle while they tickle my nose

With a white powder that look like snow

I inhale the smoke the green plant grows

I watch the red as it burns

Making my whole world turn

I take that little sheet and stick it on my tongue

And I stay quiet until the twisted demons come

As I run and hide and try to get away

The high that I wanted

Has finally came

I wanted to be healthy and loved

But I am just another lonely addicted girl

Who has turned from the ones she loved

As I walk away with the pipe in my hand

I sing old songs from my fairytale land

And my trip becomes to swirl to life

I dance with my friend who join in my life

We come together singing the songs

Drinking and puking

While humming a long

It's a beautiful sight when you see the land of fiction

But It's not in my dreams when I visit

When I dream it is far too realistic 

With the demon eyes and your hand to grab my throat with

As I wake up and panic to grab that f*****g needle

I pass out and see black

As the red over lapse my eyes

And with one last gasp

I am gone once again

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I was worried about commenting on this poem because I really like you. Hearing all these references to drug use and the inevitable downward spiral soon to come, if that were the case, is overwhelming when you like someone a certain way. I've lost almost 120 family and friends by now, and don't want to lose another. I'm not even entirely sure you see the comments I've left, but you won't hear the common "If you need a friend I'm here for you". You have to hear my words and just KNOW it!! That first part of your poem shocked me, but only because it reminded me of this girl that asked to smoke pot with me. I told her that I couldn't because I didn't know her. This was in High school. She ended up smoking with these other guys who thought it would be funny to lace her joint with Special K and Formaldehyde. Within two days, she got sick, went into a coma, brain turned to mush, and the parents had to pull the plug!! Her little brother and sister+ watched her die that day in that bed all alone. Breaks my hearts.... that and all of the countless suicides over the years from drug use. Your poems are awesome and it would suck to lose that voice you have, to something dark that you won't own after a while. It would rule YOU and there is not way out. Even if you quit, it's conditioning that brings you back to it..... xoxo -Your Mark

[Larrycall]

he is right dear

[Gabby]

Im not like a druggie, I just thought a poem like this could connect with some people. I really don't do like acid or anything, it was just on my mind. Because I have experimented with things in the past. And I just thought a poem like this would be kind of nice for people who really don't see these kind of things.

[Larrycall]

oh well then . sorry . lol . nice write

[Gabby]

No don't say sorry(: and thanks

[Onku Ghosh]

Good write!!! YOu have the guts to write on a forbidden topic....Great!

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

very different something people wouldn't usually write about but great that u wrote something alot of people can relate to. Its sad people turn to drugs when things get tough though im sure there's better ways of feeling better. U seem troubled, sometimes i am to if u knead a friend know u can message me anytime and ill get back to u as soon as i can.
Great poem though i enjoyed reading it

[Larrycall]

Please talk to me if you need help im always free . Dear you such a sweet girl and i loved your writing .