Culture - Poetry about cocaine

[pankreeas]

Purest Fiending


She builds my trust in the ficticious, and of the outcome I'm aware, whats that? you say you'll grant me all my wishes? how can anything compare...

But long after your effects have deminished you haunt me like a ghost, yet it's almost worse when you're here; using my body as a host

To have such power over actions, both lower and Upper class, you ask me will there will always be a next time? or will that next binge be my last?

[Donmeka]

that was cool

[FreeMoe]

a ghostly kiss, white as the moon,
sends chills down my spine,
a floating balloon,

your in my head, my mouth,
and my lips,
when your gone i close my eyes, and lick my fingertips.

i can taste your taste, your smell, and your touch.
this destructive romance i love so much.

Our journey has bumps and awkward lines,
but your imperfections make your touch, a truly unique kind.

It’s a blindfolded guess. With nervous thought,
that consumes my chest, adrenaline shot.

I cherish this burning, deep in my soul,
so let the snow blow,
and take control,

she fills this hole,
but charges a toll,
from the mirror below,
she powders my soul

[flipthecandy]

Originally Posted by pankreeas

She builds my trust in the ficticious, and of the outcome I'm aware, whats that? you say you'll grant me all my wishes? how can anything compare...

But long after your effects have deminished you haunt me like a ghost, yet it's almost worse when you're here; using my body as a host

To have such power over actions, both lower and Upper class, you ask me will there will always be a next time? or will that next binge be my last?

That's awesome.

I don't like the "effects have deminished" though it makes it sound more like a drug than a woman/lover. It also sounds too mathematical/scientific if that makes any sense. Maybe just something more simple like "after you're gone" or "after you leave me" i know it doesn't have as many syllables but I thought you might like the constructive criticism...

Keep it up guys!!

[pankreeas]

Thanks for the feedback. Man you must have dug way back in the vaults for this 1. I realize I never even put the title. I believe it was "Purest Fiending".. a play on words on the NIN song.

[flipthecandy]

No worries, actually FreeMoe bumped the thread earlier on today and I read yours but I didn't look at when it was posted though, wow!

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thanks for the feedback. hope this gets you out of the red

[dcrn]

I'm looking for a poem that is somewhat long and about cocaine, it's actually anti-cocaine poem. It talks about how cocaine is more precious and valuable than diamonds, how it will posses you etc..etc... can anyone find it ?

[moda00]

Originally Posted by dcrn

I'm looking for a poem that is somewhat long and about cocaine, it's actually anti-cocaine poem. It talks about how cocaine is more precious and valuable than diamonds, how it will posses you etc..etc... can anyone find it ?

I found this in a search, is this what you mean? (edit: noticed user is banned, but will leave this up for anyone else wondering) From personal experience swim thinks cocaine was a drug she could have done without, but the poem does tend to exaggerate a bit.. for example, the lines about murdering babies and making them addicts.. uhh not sure about that. And since coke is a stimulant and often used for motivation or energy, the comments about it making people lose their motivation may not be accurate. Also, the idea that anyone who tries cocaine once becomes an addict is implied. I will say that addiction of any kind can cause people to put the drug before other pursuits, and that the war on drugs and black market have resulted in violence associated with the drug trade. But this poem seems a bit.. extreme.

My name is Cocaine
(anon)

My name is Cocaine - call me Coke for short.
I entered this country without a passport.
Ever since then I've made lots of scum rich.
Some have been murdered and found in a ditch.
I'm more valued than diamonds, more treasured than gold.
Use me just once and you too will be sold.
I'll make a schoolboy forget his books.
I'll make a beauty queen forget her looks.
I'll take renowned speaker and make a bore.
I'll take a mother and make her a whore.
I'll make a schoolteacher forget how to teach.
I'll make a preacher not want to preach.
I'll take all your rent money and you'll get evicted.
I'll murder your babies or they'll be born addicted.
I'll make you rob and steal and kill.
When you're under my power you have no will.
Remember my friend my name is " Big C ".
If you try me just one time you may never be free.
I've destroyed actors, politicians and many a hero.
I've decreased bank accounts from millions to zero.
I make shooting and stabbing a common affair.
Once I take charge you won't have a prayer.
Now that you know me what will you do ?
You'll have to decide, It's all up to you.
The day you agree to sit in my saddle.
The decision is one that no one can straddle.
Listen to me, and please listen well.
When you ride with cocaine you are headed for hell !!!

[Benga]

probably not this one but i like this one :
--

Cocaine habit mighty bad
It's the worst old habit that I ever had
Honey take a whiff on me

I went to Mr Beaman's in a lope
Saw a sign on the window said no more dope
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

If you don't believe cocaine is good
Ask Alma Rose at Minglewood
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

I love my whiskey, and I love my gin
But the way I love my coke is a doggone sin
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

Since cocaine went out of style
You can catch them shooting needles all the while
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

It takes a little coke to give me ease
Strut my stuff long as you please
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

- adding the mp3 in the file archive-

[FreeMoe]

Not to whore myself but what you all think about mine?

[Britannia]

Has anybody written any?

[Benga]

some songs exist, and a few poems, including someone posting in this forum. That would be accessible by browsing the forum using the "culture" thread prefix (display options, lower left corner) Lots of litterature though, compiled in two books, one in english, one in french, "white lines, writers on cocaine" and "de l'encre sur la neige" (ink on snow).

b

[Britannia]

Well, I was hoping to see some other people's personal poetry before posting my own, but I guess I'll take the dive.



Chimera for the open mouth, the bleeding and chafed
reddeadshrivelled lips of my nasal cavity duo
a lustrous, thin flowing menstrual release,
painful and desperate to be stopped, drying out the philtrum
... it is a philtrum, this sand storm ...
but so powerfully the sign that le brain
forgets of the face's woes, throes of ecstasy.

[Benga]

your wishes are granted. Threads merged, and you now have Pankreeas' and Freemoe's above yours.

b

[Britannia]

That's really cool! Thank you.

[katyjay]

Swim once said:

She moves just like a ghost,
Carefully,
Careful not to wake the dead.
The dead sleep,
The world sleeps,
And every creak sends peaks
And shudders -
Every movement is feat of courage.
So she retreats once more
To safety.
Another hit, a new desert
She must cross.
She moves just like a ghost,
Lost.

[Junket]

freemoe, that shit is dope. more man. more.


i don't have any poetry, per-say..

but i have a rap that swim wrote, which is the same thing.

here is a link...

http://www.yousendit.com/download/U0...SWhVVG1Ga1E9PQ


you know i see blow, everytime i see checks
so get those arms up, and just do the t-rex
so much snow you can call it whistler
i roll up the bill and hand it to blizzard
Teener, eightball, give me a gram
I love the nostril you won't see me slam
i plan to stop coke maybe one day soon,
but until then, yay from midnight to noon
i move it in a spoon, on dave's old scale
enough blow for a balloon, check the way i rail
check the yay i hail, its my white angel
im duckin, hittin lines from all angles
mangle sacks, a pick em up fetish
snowman dan understand i ran on credit
i remember when i said it, man i love this shit
i never will regret it, damn i love to sniff

feeling kinda paranoid, cant get much louder
coca plant, dealer, rock straight to the powder
i live for the numbness, live for the smell
live for this fun shit, in case you can't tell

i love sensation, i love the thrill
i keep my heart racin, but im oh so chill
i hate temptation, this shits gonna kill
strategic line placement, off the window sill
if you've ever done a line with me then you know how it goes
shaking, choppin, talkin, never stopping up the nose
now don't get it twisted, im not really just a cokehead
i just like super speed, yall slower than a moped

i got first class seats, on this white jet
i fiend for dopamine, so i light ciggerate
im always in the mood, got the more attitude
once the scores pursued, don't even talk about food
george jung is cool, but scarface is better
i do one up, and i blast like barettas
im married to the white girl, its more than a fling-with-her
choppin lines, got more fuckin razors than cingular