Tag Archives: Drugs

A Blank Life

Meth Pipe





Tempted by an old addiction
A friend went over the top
Falling into his old routine
Now he’s unable to stop

Triggering deep seated issues
Feelings from so long ago
Getting high rather than crying
Going with the flow

What caused this aberration?
Bringing back the black hole
Stampeding over emotions
Smoke floating over the bowl

The blank in life surrounding
Only memories from the past
Keep coming to the forefront
Torturing tears of the harassed

© 2011 Michael Yost 10/01




Busted seams of tattered dreams deeds hidden from the sun
Driven by the dawning twilight, only to be spun
Twitter tweakers face aglow, nursing a warm beer
Sweaty fingered Razor tweeting, “McKenzie needs a lift here”

Last lick bindle prick, reflection surrounds the spoon
Shifting stance, shoulder glance, hiding from the moon
Rubbing thread bare Ruby Rigid swollen with desire
Live for today, never stay, time will soon expire

© 2010 Michael Yost 11/09

Teach Your Children

Once tangled up in an addicted existence
Kept my family hostage, but at a distance
Now they’re gone, done with coexistence
Not by mine, but with their insistence

I’m blessed by most with conversation
Texting mostly with a short duration
I’m not complaining now, it’s still a relation
It’s a new life for all, dealing with isolation

© 2011 Michael Yost 07/09

Best Read with New Meds

Lazy eye turns and I see double

Tired eyes close, the start of the trouble

Drifting away, sleep seals my work

Minutes later, a sudden jerk


Awake now and ready to start

Writing half lines within my heart

It’s a price I pay with new meds

Wonder if it’s worth, sleeping instead


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15

Phlegm Gurgles

Phlegm gurgles from the bottom of my lungs
Breathing still takes more of an effort
My new sense of smell picks up old men’s dung
Stale cigs still reeks and makes my chest hurt

Almost awake I try to remember
Phlegm keeps gurgling and my head is swollen
The night seemed short and drink gave me no cheer
Ass is on fire, should I feel my colon?

© 2015 Michael Yost 06/13

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Every June and July I Hide Inside


Holding onto pain because there’s nothing more
Black nails pick endlessly at open sores
Fire ants crawl up my arm screaming for a score
Who wants to recognize better to ignore

It’s time for the Prom and to start the party
Expects me to pick her up well and hearty
The King and Queen can’t be to late or swarthy
Cutting lines in the car and the door hurried

Start of the drizzle with wet card boarded roof and walls
Our last shared eight was cut heavy, light and small
Rivulets forming and finding taint and balls
Brings black rain twisted metal and her scream’s death call
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/28

So You Had to Ask or

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/16

My Hiding Place

All I can give are these few words written here
Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear
Being left behind wrestling with my old fears
The same unspoken problems behind my tears

No molds or experience just an empty void
Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy
Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed
Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed

The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins
While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins
Hoping today the rest of my life begins
Opening the locked doors that are held tight within

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05

Three Word Title

Taking steps two at a time
Reaching the plateaus one line in a crime
Energy abounding easing the climb
Awakening my feelings sublime

The peaking is over, so are the lines
Starting to roll down avoiding the mines
Picking up speed I notice a sign
Watch your footing there’s a deadline

Vacillating between a deadline and a new score
The essay could go faster if I scored more
I woke with a jerk, head on the keyboard
Leaving an impression on my forehead and I swore


© 2012 Michael Yost 08/15

Abilify or not to Abilify*

Having the right to be whole
Fighting depression takes a toll
I now have a choice to choose
What symptoms I’d rather lose

I can be fatigued all day
Or be depressed the other way
Falling asleep at the keyboard
Or shrinking away being abhorred

I’ve decided not to be fatigued
I need a new med(s) to work in league
With what I take so I can be free
From depression that plagues me

© 2012 Michael Yost 3/19

*It supplements other depression
Medications. It can have Different side
side affects with others or none at all


Nothing will sway you like a song from a siren
Draw you into a disaster like alcohol or drugs
Put gambler’s gain within your greedy grasp
Or keep you from the gates of hell like hugs

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/2o

Thanks to Trifecta for this week’s prompt: sway (third definition as always)!


I Haven’t Done Anything yet Either

The halls echo softly with children’s cries
Mom lies in her locked hole getting high
Garbage strewn beneath the children’s feet
Refrigerator unplugged with nothing to eat

Bulging bellies in America hard to believe
And there’s no one around to care or to grieve
Flys in the kid’s eyes are having a feast
Even the roaches deserted with no crumbs to eat

© 2011 Michael Yost

Die Polar

The morning arrives shiny and bright
Flowers uncurling a beautiful sight
Horses nostrils flare snorting with delight
Bounding up a mountain to a new height

The reflections are narrow, dark and deep
Slipping in very slow I did not leap
Clawing up at the walls so very steep
Falling in on itself yet celebrating sleep

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