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Question:write a poem about drugs and how its bad and the best one wins free 10 points

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: write a poem about drugs and how its bad and the best one wins free 10 points

Fly
3/23/2008

A pill to take,
A dose of flight
To the world of unknown
Scared in delight

Flying through the air
With injections on an arm
Red eyes follow
People start to stare

I lose my balance
In the world unknown
Come falling from the heavens
And down I go

Red eyes stare
Say farewell
Close my eyes,
Sleep into the night.

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drugs r bad they make u look like a fool
and u end up not using any tools
and u may look cool whan your in a pool
but with drugs your just anoter fool

#2
this one is about my bro. doing drugs

Step up and take your place
say it to my face
because there is no other way to let me forgive the mess
that you made
step up and take the blame
before i call out your name
like this
and clean up your mess
and enjoy what you did
before you ran to the dark
before you ever hid
playing hide and seek
like a little kid
something you seem to enjoy
step up and be a man
Not a little boy
Stop, you've humiliated yourself long enough
quit. it's too much
to you nothing matters anymore
whe you stumble to the floor
falling
when all you need to do is stop stalling
you're on the floor
now step up!

#1
smoke pot every day
i'm wondering if that's the way
show me things i don't want to see
because the truth will set me free
it's hard to believe what your parents say
when you see it defferently every day
jump off a cliff, will i follow?
knock on my head, does it sound hollow?
fill it up with the actions i see
copycat will that be me?
influence is the name.
never play it's dirty game

if you do pot
they'll call the cops
you will lose your mind
then do the long time

dont be dumb
get a hold of your life
you'll look like skum
if you keep that pipe

so dont be lame
and just dont fail
clear your name
or you'll be in jail

Michael, you were such a smart child, so artistic and talented. I always had high hopes for your future. I thought you'r grow up to design cars. You were always making those plastic models in your own designs and colors. But then the allure of a heady whiff of glue led you on a trip that lasted for the rest of your short life. You broke all of our hearts the day mom found you blue from suffucation with your head in a plastic bag full seductive vapors. We all miss you and the world lost a great automoblile designer.

refer to my other answer!

When we were small
In our own childhood
boulevard of dreams
we ponder,quiver,feel & wonder
as children
we feel we can all fly
high as eagles
touching those stars
not to feel mild & meek
ten years flown by so suddenly
angles flown from my
fresh bodied face
everydays an endless ritual
of spoons,syringes,
dark circled eyes
dark city alley ways
pro"s, hookers & conmen
rule the streets
todays life of broken dreams
new falling rain
derelict kitchens
new seasons of mist
broken promises
lies kiss as hammers
banging in my dreams
whistling in my brain
so ripe & strange
in these lost alleyways
& forgotten streets