1. Dear Drugs-Forum readers: We are a small non-profit that runs one of the most read drug information & addiction help websites in the world. We serve over 4 million readers per month, and have costs like all popular websites: servers, hosting, licenses and software. To protect our independence we do not run ads. We take no government funds. We run on donations which average $25. If everyone reading this would donate $5 then this fund raiser would be done in an hour. If Drugs-Forum is useful to you, take one minute to keep it online another year by donating whatever you can today. Donations are currently not sufficient to pay our bills and keep the site up. Your help is most welcome. Thank you.
    PLEASE HELP
    Dismiss Notice

Drug Culture

About drug related music, festivals, poetry, films

Popular Articles

  1. .

    It Is a car crash That thing in your vision that sticks Holding your eyes focus for a moment That stretches on Forever with Infinite time to reflect Why do these things keep happening to me? Who cares? I don't know any more 'coz it's starting to get all weird Like when a good trip kicks in and you're like, hang on And it's right there But you don't believe it So all you can do is stand still and stare Stuck in a moment forever Twisting in fortune like a spiral That waxes and...
  2. Walk your own path

    There are specific amounts of space we’ve allotted for people, things, and places in our lives, whether consciously or inadvertently. And even if you wanted to, there are things you cannot cut out or rearrange to make them fit. You cannot put an elephant in a pigeon hole, or a square peg in a round hole. Blaming yourself for things going wrong, people leaving, situations not working out the way you’d like them to is a simple solution. So is blaming the other person. Albeit simple, it is...
  3. Love Scars (Spoken Word)

    This poem is a collection of thoughts, feelings, ideas, and so on that I've gathered over the years. I find it easier to write about sad events, so I figured I try my hand at a break up/turbulent relationship piece. It's like I try to move forward but we're still looking backwards And we try to turn the page-but we're stuck in this chapter It's like we're free to have a future-but imprisoned by our past Every new day-still reminds us of our last And we're both tired of this song-but...
  4. The Bed That You Made

    How can you be so weak Why do you always follow Once so strong and proud And now so frail and hollow Why can't you just stand up Instead of sinking in this hole You've surrendered all your strength And you let it take your soul Now just close your eyes and pray And pretend a god will save you You still try to justify While your addiction slowly slays you Illusions front as truth As deceptions overtake Your life becomes a lie A joke A fraud A fake When suddenly your love is gone And hope has...
  5. Porcelain Doll

    Porcelain Doll sitting high on your shelf gorgeous by your self perfect for everyone to see Porcelain doll keep safe my dear so don't stray from here everyone wanting to be Porcelain doll lifeless white face whats in your soul? emotionless beauty what falls for the toll? Drugs tell the stories Tracks show the lies but everyone watches your fake painted eyes Dolly your broken,you bring no more joy who wants to play,with a broken old toy Moonlight reflects on your pale visage for years...
  6. From the heart

    The voices in my head tell me what's right But the heart draws me to you And if it all goes south I'll take it a man Deep down I know it's wrong but i'll fight to make it right Heaven is a cold night wrapped round your warm soft body In that moment I forget that you don't love me the way love you So I close my eyes so I won't see the love you don't feel for the love I feel for you Just love true like you once did before I put that doubt in your head Just love me like I love you,...
  7. A Crystal Meth Riddle II

    This little tool can help with burn marks, But move quick when in use or your dope could turn dark. In the hands of a novice, it's usually too strong. New smokers tend to use it for too long. So be careful... often it's used wrong. And could leave the dope burnt like old Cheech and Chong!
  8. .

    I'm sorry that I'm crazy I know that I come across Maybe a bit strange, hazy Brain fucked and eye glazed Maybe I should shut up And go away. Change me If it would please you Many claim to have owned me Think they've known me But I don't know maybe They're right Stupid kid with his dumb shit Half wit, doesn't know things Known by the cool kids Imposter syndrome rages deep within me I'm so sorry for being crazy If only you knew my fear You'd...
  9. Semi Off Topic Poetry: The Confessional

    Before this I would just like to say that confessional poetry of this kind is deeply personal for both the author and the other people in the author's life. There are no real names (there's even a bit of gender bending for added victim protection) used in this; only I, by way of publishing this, have my name associated with it. That being said, I have used (both reading and writing them) confessional writings of various sorts to help deal with and understand some of my actions, as well as...
  10. .

    I don't know how I came here but I'm staying And I've been here for a few days now And I'm wasted Big claims But hey, the insurance keeps paying Who's playing The big games? I'm just saying, I'm strange Let me explain Make it the same 'Coz I'm faking and ashamed Play the blame game Daily with strangers, real resentments Don't fade "Fuck, he's a pain and I don't think he's showered in ages, look at his brains..." I'm gonna go on And on And...
  11. Fiction: Adam's Day (part 1)

    Hillary was coming over soon. Adam wasn’t as excited as he felt he should be to have his girl coming over. She would probably give another lecture of sorts about getting clean, what she didn’t realize though was that her lectures were impossible to get through sober. Adam loaded up an oil lamp (that’s what he has to call them when he buys them at the local Grand Forks head shops. If he calls them meth pipes they call the cops) and prepared for her arrival. Holding the...
  12. Cannabis: A Modern Day Prohibition

    Weed. Even the word sends shivers up the spine of most UK politicians. Even though it is more accepted in the states, we still fall way behind when it comes to legality and decriminalization, both in a medicinal and recreational sense. The problem is not the understanding we have of the medicinal properties of the plant, nor a lack of information about the usefulness of hemp and how it can be used for pretty much everything, from paper to building materials to clothes. No, it really just...
  13. You, I or She: A Tale of Five (Parts)

    - PART ONE - This tale is a warning, about a vice and its woe, Of the lesson I learnt, and the ones yet to know. See, the end is unwritten, might be my final farewell, To the good and the bad, to the heaven and hell. But the tale should be told, and so I’ll commence, I’ll be open and honest and try not cause offence. The whole story started less than eighteen months ago, With me overweight, out-of-shape and my self-esteem low. I was awkward and sad but was so sick of my...
  14. One, (two), three, four, five

    ONE, (TWO), THREE, FOUR, FIVE It's racking up now but I'm still keeping track, They're all even numbered; there's no going back. Each time particular, each one has its twist, Some worse than others on the ill-fated list. With each passing tale, it's hoped that I find, Some kind of solace from numbness inside. You see there are no feelings, no anger to hide, The blood never boiled, the eyes never cried. Maybe this poem will spark a feeling in me, Lets start with...
  15. I saw the light ... and holyshit was it bright

    Day 8 So I relapsed today Yep, back to my ways No more black and grey Just white... Same color as stadium lights Who the fuck was made for this right Could this be why when I'm down I stay trife And when I'm up, I creatively write See, for you and me, it's the same to us right So wheres my head at Do I rethink and take a step back And where the fuck are the meds at Not pills, but a meth sack And fuck rehab it's just a place to rest at You know, a spot to comedown...
Loading...