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"Glenn Beck's Red Right Hand" - The People's Voice
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Letterheads of “non-existing” departments of Panjab University were created and stamped by students and even “outsiders” to forge entries to attend the Harvard National Model United Nations (HNMUN), held on February 11-14 in Boston, USA ...
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LONDON, March — It should have been a big week for Joaquin “El Shorty” Guzman, but, as usual, Mexico’s one-man war zone was nowhere to be seen. Some reports had him in Tijuana, where more than 450 people have been murdered this year. Others ...
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Resolved Question: What do you think of my poems?
Rate each from 1 - 10. If you can, I'd like you to explain what you like/dislike about each one. "My Home In Hell" Welcome to my home, It's a little place called Hell Why don't you come on in? You look a tad bit pale Come dear, have a seat, Would you like a cup of tea? Hey now, don't you worry, It's only you & me What's that out the window, you ask? Why, it's just a bit of flames What, have you already forgotten, You're in a land of cursed names? Alright, I'll admit, There's some shady folks in town Now don't look so concerned, Turn that frown right upside down! What, leaving so soon? I think that's an awfully foolish move Because then I'm simply lonely, And you- well you're just doomed! Don't act so surprised, You're down here, after all Still, go on out that door, Wait, look out for that- ! "Lights, Camera, Addiction!" The media's on the prowl, For kids like you & me They want us to take the vow, Of sin & tragedy Sex is the new religion, & Vodka the anti-drug You'll smoke, if just a smidgen, & they'll smirk forever smug They'll pass out your prescriptions, With no doctor on call They'll assure you with conviction, Until you are enthralled You'll puke your little heart out, Until you've lost a lung They'll know what this is all about, But your song with go unsung It's sad that's all you lust, A life of plastic surgery & scandal Gamble until you bust, To bad your life has lost it's handle "Everything Is True Or False (Except You, Of Course)" How can you feel that way, When I am who I am? I can’t be liked, I can’t be loved, I’m the living, breathing damned I can’t depend on you, Or anyone, in fact It’s something I simply can’t do, Are you okay with that? I always think I know, Exactly what I mean Until you come along, & cause a mental scene You’re driving me insane, But hold my sanity My thoughts run down the drain, Do you know what you do to me? You’re a crazy mind f**k, A f**king of the mind I’m sorry to say, that I’m afraid, To sit back & rewind "For My Pupper Master's Convenience (Strings Attached)" This face staring back at me, This face, it's not my own This isn't the girl I grew up with, This is not who I have known That face, it was so melancholy, That face, it was so cold That face held years of wisdom, That face held pain untold This face holds eyes that sparkle, This face holds lips upturned This face rivals naivety, This face knows no concern That face, it knew no sun, This face, it knows no rain Oh, This face, please release, That face from all it's chains "The Sink or Swim Times" I'm sending my love to Hollywood, As I know I should Giving my gratitude to New York City, 'Cause the pretty don't need my pity I'm writing my way to fame, To a life that’s not the same I'm writing my way to a cardboard box, Maybe I'm a bit too orthodox No matter the addiction, No matter the affliction, There’s just one thing I’m insisting: There’s a difference between living & existing. moreResolved Question: please help me out here i need an anti drug poem about LIL WAYNE?
teacher told me to write about something i love...like wat gets me high (not real drugs] i told her LIL WAYNE CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME WRITE DIS POEM ITS SUPPOSE TO B ONLY ABOUT LIL WAYNE B POSITIVE NOT NEGATIVE ABOUT HIM PLEASE AND THANKYOU moreResolved Question: Could you please critique my poem?
Sanity Call You hear her call through nighttime terrors, Her voice grasps you to the core, Feeling remerge like ripped letters, Tossed upon your wooden floor. Memories haunt you like trapped ghosts, They are but transfixed in their picket line, Taking from you everything you ever held close, Your unmatched rhyme and dying time. Why did she not stay with you forever? Was she too rummaged to ever-set a foot right, Beneath your lone world you hear but scattered errors, Banging in your head her cackled voice. In this hospital no one believes your verbal wish, They say virally that she never did exist, But you know they are wrong everyone is, She is waiting for you’re mind to halt full fist. As they pump you with anti love drugs, calculated and cold, As your eyes scatter too the fiasco on the wall, All you can hear is her voice, as you enter your new fall, The doctors unravelling you piece by piece and all your passing moment sold. By Crazygirl The person referred to “She” in the poem is a metaphor for the characters sanity. Cheers for the answers moreResolved Question: Could you please critique my poem?
Sanity Call You hear her call through nighttime terrors, Her voice grasps you to the core, Feeling remerge like ripped letters, Tossed upon your wooden floor. Memories haunt you like trapped ghosts, They are but transfixed in their picket line, Taking from you everything you ever held close, Your unmatched rhyme and dying time. Why did she not stay with you forever? Was she too rummaged to ever-set foot right, Beneath your lone world you hear but scattered errors, Banging in your head her cackled voice. In this hospital no one believe your verbal wish, They say virally that she never did exist, But you know they are wrong everyone is, She is waiting for you’re mind to halt full fist. As they pump you with anti love drugs, calculated and cold, As your eyes scatter too the fiasco on the wall, All you can hear is her voice, as you enter your new fall, The doctors unravelling you piece by piece and all your passing moment sold. By Crazygirl The person referred to “She” in the poem is a metaphor for the main characters sanity."In this hospital no one believe your verbal wish," should be "In this hospital no one believes your verbal wish," Type error moreResolved Question: poem. it was just personal but is it maybe good enough for one of those anti-drug high school things?
I’m in a fog, a blur, a cloud; A state in which I am not proud. It started at party with a few trustworthy friends, But before the night was over, my life began to end. I took one pill, then two, then three. What you see now is not the real me. I laughed, I smiled, I talked with friends; But all my love’s come to end. I got good grades, just B’s and A’s But now I stay home in a daze. I sit and wait; I take a drink And then cross over to the sink. In the mirror reflected I see A blurry image that is me. I start to cry, I try very hard. Is it worth it? Must I go that far? I think to myself, Do I want to die? My whole life now is just a lie. I take a breath, I write the note I hang the rope around my throat. And Then I see my Mom and Dad The children that I might have had. My tears stream down and touch the floor And as I swing I see the door. A man is there; unties the rope. He whispers “Hush” But I still hope “I’m dead, its done, the time was right” But my vision then flooded with a bright light. I open my eyes and I here I see God is staring back at me. He walks me home, I find my way Forever now my love will stay. moreVoting Question: Trying to start a poem about drugs (anti)?
I need ideas on how to start it. Like, a title, and first line. After my first line I can get going. I don't want you guys to just give me some names or lines (you can, though) but I would like ideas. Thanks! moreResolved Question: What is your opinion on this poem? It has to have a strong anti-drug message.?
I want feedback, please. Help! This is the poem: The world spins around me as fogginess clouds my thoughts I can’t think clearly I’m lost high up in the sky among the clouds wandering alone through dark fantasies abandoning all I’ve worked for to pursue this feeling of ecstasy chasing the endless castles in the sky. I was grabbing at something that couldn’t help me I lost myself as I craved more of that mysterious substance. that only catapulted me into mysterious dreams, flying me out of reality and into the mysterious castles in the sky. I left my life and my loved ones behind my only dream was to soar through those lofty clouds, to one day live forever among the castles in the sky. it sank me into depression, and later, death the price of drugs is my life as I learned from chasing the endless castles in the sky. moreResolved Question: anti drug poem help??
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hey guys i need an anti drug poem with the quote/theme "dont give in to fit in"... thank you! moreResolved Question: have you heard this? what do you feel about it?
Crucify Me Fight me, deny me, and crucify me, My sins are yours, they're not mine. You make me what I am, evil at your command. You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be. I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony. Three feet of chain with nowhere to go, there's not much here to see. No time to play, its work, work, work, that's how life is for me. Run the treadmill. Pull the blocks and hang there from the tree. If my ribs feel a little thick, then not much food for me. I'm in tip top shape, a muscle bound freak, with all the attitude I need. I've got gameness several generations back. You should see my pedigree! Pump me up! Hype me up! Throw me some bait! How about that young pup? Watch me rip his eyeballs out; I need the taste of blood. I've been hit. I've been beat. I've been left to die in the ring. I've been sewed up! I've been ripped open and I've had several bones broken! I've scratched when I couldn't stand and I've stood up when I couldn't scratch! I've killed a few dogs and I've nearly died when I've met my match! Fight me, deny me, and crucify me, My sins are yours, they're not mine. You make me what I am, evil at your command. You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be. I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony. You find amusement at my torn, hanging skin and just when my body heals, you make me do it again. Why couldn't I have been a happy dog with a master who shared some love? Not some twisted psychopath, who owes his life to drugs. I do this evil to earn my keep. Somehow, I must be fed. The men in suits, they point at me and say they want me dead. Even the lucky ones in happy homes who have never felt my pain, must face the executioners because they bear my name. Fight me, deny me, and crucify me, My sins are yours, they're not mine. You make me what I am, evil at your command. You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be. I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony. I've grown too old now to fight in your ring You've left me no chance, to ever be free I lay in the darkness, no one at my side my last fight I lost, my eyes no longer can see this is what you have done, do you not feel shame? I can no longer walk, run or play you have a new puppy now, the one to take my place the cold and darkness closing now, you have nothing to say? I lay here in pain and my own blood I still believe that you love me and I try to stay awake But you kick me and wish me dead then tell them to tie the bag The darkness is here now; I hope they catch you, for the new puppy's sake Fight me, deny me, and crucify me, My sins are yours, they're not mine. You make me what I am, evil at your command. You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be. I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony. Alan W Josli have you read that poem? I think it depicts it greatly. does anyone know of any more anti-bsl type poems? legit: how far would you go to fight BSL?Its not my poem. Its one off of a facebook group moreResolved Question: What does this poem mean [easy 10 pts.]?
An Anti-Semitic Demonstration Gail Newman There are hundreds of people in the street This could be New York or Chicago Traffic is stopped in the cold The men are bare-headed, wearing long heavy coats, and some of them are running with raised arms, their flat palms lifted like white slashes against the sky. The dark bodies move in formation across that ordinary street, a street with automobiles and drugs stores and stains that could be the scuff marks of hundreds of shoes marching, or car oil, or blood. The faces of the crowd are far away and small with features indistinct as smudged charcoal. I don't know the name of this street, but I know it is Poland, 1938, and my mother may be living close by, listening at the window with the shades drawn, listening to the future rushing toward her like a wave, listening to her heart beat against her sixteen year old breast like a finger tapping on glass. I'd like to push this crowd back along the narrow littered street, back into the past when my mother's arm was still bare, before a blue number was branded there. Thanks a bunch, 10 pts. best answer! moreResolved Question: Love Cant Bring Me Peace. Poem. Need To Publish?
Tear Drops The only thing that visits me often Leaving stains on my cheek Eyes staring up to the ceiling Speaking to only person who listens to me Having nightmares every time i sleep Depression running through my veins Writing down marriage plans when i was young You the reason I'm drinking The way this drug got into my life Anti-medicine who can end my miseries The thing that made me fall Remembering the moans i never heard in my life Only blood in my region who only hurts me The good book which brings me peace Praying for the guy who can save me Seeing if the drugs can quickly let me see him My soul is begging me to be free Your lies haunting me at nights Beating my heart out on person Supposedly who you else loved Unfriendly color smeared on me Taken to a place where the evil souls are keeped Iron rusted on my wrist Leaving fingerprints on a sheet Gripping the iron bars A Salty friend who makes my eyes blurry Begging me for the spirit to rise The holy night who takes me And washes me cleanly moreResolved Question: have you ever read this poem, my friend said he wrote it but i don't believe him?
Tear Drops The only thing that visits me often Leaving stains on my cheek Eyes staring up to the ceiling Speaking to only person who listens to me Having nightmares every time i sleep Depression running through my veins Writing down marriage plans when i was young You the reason I'm drinking The way this drug got into my life Anti-medicine who can end my miseries The thing that made me fall Remembering the moans i never heard in my life Only blood in my region who only hurts me The good book which brings me peace Praying for the guy who can save me Seeing if the drugs can quickly let me see him My soul is begging me to be free Your lies haunting me at nights Beating my heart out on person Supposedly who you else loved Unfriendly color smeared on me Taken to a place where the evil souls are keeped Iron rusted on my wrist Leaving fingerprints on a sheet Gripping the iron bars A Salty friend who makes my eyes blurry Begging me for the spirit to rise The holy night who takes me And washes me cleanly moreVoting Question: anti relapse poems? Like the ones they hand out at rehabs...?
Does anyone know where to find those little stories to help people not fall back to drugs? I read one a while ago my friend had, comparing drugs to air and how you dont need to do drugs anymore? thanks a lot... moreResolved Question: I need some help with my poem im stuck.. PLEASE HELP! ? yeah it about weed ?
there has to be 10 syllables in each line and there's 3 quatrains and at the end there has to be a couplet. help me please!! :] this is what i have so far... how do you know you're on a trip when everything seems amazingly real how do you know its love making you flip yeah, its just the magical way you feel so many shapes, sizes, but the price is so mean don't worry tho dear,its my anti drug but yo it keeps the mind and soul so clean sweep your bad memories under the rug when i don't have my greens i get up tight... i need help!! haha what can i write after!! *** remember there has to be 10 syllables in each line :] if you can help start the next one i will love you. i was gonna put this but i didn't want to be too straight out ha ha any ideas?? :: i pull you out as soon as i get home i put you on the spot, and you get hot oh wow the great things you do to my dome by now, if you cant tell, i love my pot! moreResolved Question: I need some help with my poem im stuck.. PLEASE HELP! ?
there has to be 10 syllables in each line and there's 3 quatrains and at the end there has to be a couplet. help me please!! :] how do you know you're on a trip when everything seems amazingly real how do you know its love making you flip yeah, its just the magical way you feel so many shapes, sizes, but the price is so mean don't worry tho dear,its my anti drug but yo it keeps the mind and soul so clean sweep your bad memories under the rug *** remember there has to be 10 syllables in each line :] if you can help start the next one i will love you. i was gonna put this but i didn't want to be too straight out ha ha any ideas?? :: i pull you out as soon as i get home i put you on the spot, and you get hot oh wow the great things you do to my dome by now, if you cant tell, i love my pot! moreVoting Question: i need some help with my poem im stuck.. PLEASE HELP! ?
there has to be 10 syllables in each line and there's 3 quatrains and at the end there has to be a couplet. help me please!! :] how do you know you're on a trip when everything seems amazingly real how do you know its love making you flip yeah, its just the magical way you feel so many shapes, sizes, but the price is so mean don't worry tho dear,its my anti drug but yo! it keeps the mind and soul so clean, *** remember there has to be 10 syllables in each line :] moreVoting Question: Ideas for Anti-Drug poem?
in health class, we have to write an anti drug poem, that is against drugs like steroids, or pot. it must be 6 lines, it does not have to rhyme. can you think of some ideas? moreVoting Question: Rate my poem please?
I declare war on the world War in outer space I declare war in a nutshell War all over the place I declare war on every government War against all odds I declare war on your inner sanctum On your blood thirsty gods I declare war on the axis of morons All out war on complacent consent I declare war on the war against drugs Rape and Slaughter of the innocent War on big brother Warmongers and profiteers War on your dogma dubya Armageddon's engineers War in a heartbeat I declare war on so-called civilization World trade globalization Organized desinformation War on ambassadors of pretense War on MTV and CNN Macdonald's walt disney and bethlehem On christina britney and eminem I declare war on the world of anti-choice On violent unilaterality On the amassment of murderous high-tech toys And all crimes against humanity War on the moral majority On corparate.com imperialism On mindlessly bumbling stupidity And police-state terrorism Worldwar three - be all that you can be moreResolved Question: what do you think about the first poem i ever wrote? its an anti-drug poem.?
i got high once, i enjoyed it alot, i remembered what made me want to get high the movie's... from the television i learned there were substances that could alter one's perception of reality, i was at a point in my life where i was willing to question the things i had been taught before. from churchs and school classes i was installed fear but in the movies they werent affraid. who was i going to believe? i decided i should find out for myself i got high, i laughed, i came down. they told me i was lucky i didnt die since they have been alive longer i guess they were right... i should have obeyed the orders put before me. never again will i leave my master's side.i got high off of marijuana, luckily i survived. this is the poem about what i have learned from the experience. moreResolved Question: What do you think of this poem?
Well made this poem up for my boyfriend, sorta a way to let him know I love him anyway what do you think? It's called 'My Anti Drug.' ---------------- Your sweet, like chocolate. Your addicting, like nicotine. You turn me on, when I think I’m off. You know just how to make my skies bright, when there gray. Your kisses, are like heaven, when I think lifes hell. And I want to say I love you, I just don’t know how. And I want to see you smile, like right now. And I want you to hold me, like only you can do. Because your my Anti Drug, yeah you and only you. moreResolved Question: Why are introverted and quiet people, often misunderstood?
i write poems, instead of club, smoke, drink, and use drugs. i rather spend time drawing, painting, singing, or sewing, than go to the movies or party. i spend most of my time in the library or in my room... i count my friends... i speak when spoken to, other than that i don't talk... i live on a college campus... a lot of people find this behavior strange...weird... i've heard people say i'm rude and depressed... i'm neither...i just enjoy my own company... in just an extroverted world...its so hard to be quiet and introverted... i'm not anti-social...i speak...i wouldn't be able to function, no one would be able to function as an anti-social person...if you read the definition... so...why are we so misunderstood? i don't get it... i get mean looks, and snickers, and stares... when i talk people listen, and they are actually surprised at my depth...the depth i've acquired for 21... so this is why i ask this question! moreResolved Question: How much will this MASSIVE list of Extra Curricular activities help me get into a good State University?
I want to know how much impact they will have on my application. Cross Country Running: 6 years- captain Track & Field: 4 years Fall Musical: 3 years- 2 lead roles Play: 1 year, hated the people in it. KMWB (Kids Making the World Better): 3 years FAB (Friends and Buddies): 1 year, one year offered. Peer Tutor (3 years) Peer Mediation (2 years) Junior Leadership Committee Senior Leadership Comittee Band- (Percussion): 5 years Freshman Pep Band Jazz Ensemble- 2 years Lots of solos Guitar- taught myself: 2-3 years Piano: 10 Years (Have developed a HUGE talent) Outreach Program at Ohio State Band/Orchestra Combo (May of Frosh Yr) Helped Organize "Red Ribbon Week"- promoted anti drinking and drug use stuff... very active in this: 3 years Volunteered at FMSC Food Shelter 5 times PT Job at Chocolate Shop (1.5 years) Creative Writing- Whenever I have time on my own I had some poems published through AP English :) I'm totally not trying to brag.. Just wanna know how much of a benefit I have.My GPA is 3.0. IDK about ACT yet.And I'm aimng for UW Madison. I'm a sophomore right now. moreResolved Question: How much will this massive list of Extra Curricular Activities help me get into good state universities?
I want to know how much impact they will have on my application. Cross Country Running: 6 years- captain Track & Field: 4 years Fall Musical: 3 years- 2 lead roles Play: 1 year, hated the people in it. KMWB (Kids Making the World Better): 3 years FAB (Friends and Buddies): 1 year, one year offered. Peer Tutor (3 years) Peer Mediation (2 years) Junior Leadership Committee Senior Leadership Comittee Band- (Percussion): 5 years Freshman Pep Band Jazz Ensemble- 2 years Lots of solos Guitar- taught myself: 2-3 years Piano: 10 Years (Have developed a HUGE talent) Outreach Program at Ohio State Band/Orchestra Combo (May of Frosh Yr) Helped Organize "Red Ribbon Week"- promoted anti drinking and drug use stuff... very active in this: 3 years Volunteered at FMSC Food Shelter 5 times PT Job at Chocolate Shop (1.5 years) Creative Writing- Whenever I have time on my own I had some poems published through AP English :) I'm totally not trying to brag.. Just wanna know how much of a benefit I have.AND..Like my counselors said that you should be passionate in a few activities than just join tons of them... but I was passionate in all of these. Will all of these things make colleges think I'm dispassionate?Yes, I am. My friend and I asked that question for fun :)Well id it helps, my GPA is 3.4, and ACT should be 28-32 moreResolved Question: How much will these Extra Curricular Activities help me get into good state universities?
I want to know how much impact they will have on my application. Cross Country Running: 6 years- captain Track & Field: 4 years Fall Musical: 3 years- 2 lead roles Play: 1 year, hated the people in it. KMWB (Kids Making the World Better): 3 years FAB (Friends and Buddies): 1 year, one year offered. Peer Tutor (3 years) Peer Mediation (2 years) Junior Leadership Committee Senior Leadership Comittee Band- (Percussion): 5 years Freshman Pep Band Jazz Ensemble- 2 years Lots of solos Guitar- taught myself: 2-3 years Piano: 10 Years (Have developed a HUGE talent) Outreach Program at Ohio State Band/Orchestra Combo (May of Frosh Yr) Helped Organize "Red Ribbon Week"- promoted anti drinking and drug use stuff... very active in this: 3 years Volunteered at FMSC Food Shelter 5 times PT Job at Chocolate Shop (1.5 years) Creative Writing- Whenever I have time on my own I had some poems published through AP English :) I'm totally not trying to brag.. Just wanna know how much of a benefit I have.Like, my counselor said that you have to show passion in a few things rather than join a million things... that kind of scared me, all though I really did have passion in all of these things. Will colleges think I'm "dispassionate" because I did so much stuff? moreResolved Question: Can you rate my poem on a scale of 1 to 10 on how good it is?
Smothered in kisses, wrapped in warm hugs, I've never felt this in love before. Lips like candy, eyes like glitter, I want to be yours forever more. The way that you tell me you love me, makes me loose control. I can not maintain my grip, I need you here to hold. Lay with me and lets fall asleep, have conversations that are oh so deep. Look into my eyes of baby blue, I simply want to be close to you. I can't believe this is real, It's like I'm competley numb, but I can still feel. I think you know every part of me, theres nothing I have left out, if your questioning anything at all, ask me, and I'll answer your every doubt. I want us to be free and love honestly, no secrets or lies to take over, our love is flawless. You are my world, my open arms to run to, you're everything I do. When we look far into eachothers eyes, my body shakes, and I become paralyzed. I can not speak, nor walk away, because we both know that we are here to stay. even words can't express how I'm feeling, your my anti drug, you're my way of dealing. I don't understand, my lifes turning out exactly how I planned it. The scent that you wear, your shaggy brown hair, it's all so much for me. The sound of your voice, the way your always there. I've finally found someone who cares. Your the definiton of clean and pure grace, it's written all over your perfect face. I don't know what else to say, I growing tired, its almost the end of my day. I wait for your call, then I drift off to sleep, thinking of you all the time certainly makes me weak. Our love is a once in a lifetime chance, Lets runaway, take my hand. we'll get away from this place, and go somewhere to feel free and safe. you're my life, and everything in between, I think of you, if you'll think of me. moreResolved Question: do you like these poems?
1. should i die tonight, or live to tomorrow should i grave the gun and end the sorrow or grave the bottle and drown my sorrow 2. Deep down inside me this a dark thing that wants to break free. It has it grasp over over me it makes me feel like life is'nt worth it all. Like death is the way out.I try to fight it but its taking over.It's making me hurt my self and people around me. It wants blood it needs a life.It's going to be the end of me the end of my life.I could feel it i could feel its plan .It plans to drive me crazy it plans to take me over. It plan's destroy all that i have all that i love .I know how to end it tring to hurting other peole . The only way is having to end me. It's the only way to stop the pain that it would make me cause 3. do you ever feel like dieing dou you not like trying do you like shying away well just take a bottle and lie asleep 4. the darkness inside me flows free thought my pours thought my mouth thought my eyes what am i the anti-Christ spawn of Satan the feeling make me wonder can i be saved i know god exists because i exist my father exists but am i doomed or can i be saved from eternal damnation 5. t started when i left i got a taste felt like the best i was high now im dieing be cause of it its all gone the money ran out the drugs ran out and here i am now without a fix 6. line after line im more confused living in a dump with you dieing inside line after line im with you dieing with you hiding with you line after line living in hell line after line now your gone line after line all alone dieing alone line after line moreResolved Question: do you like these poems?
1. should i die tonight, or live to tomorrow should i grave the gun and end the sorrow or grave the bottle and drown my sorrow 2. Deep down inside me this a dark thing that wants to break free. It has it grasp over over me it makes me feel like life is'nt worth it all. Like death is the way out.I try to fight it but its taking over.It's making me hurt my self and people around me. It wants blood it needs a life.It's going to be the end of me the end of my life.I could feel it i could feel its plan .It plans to drive me crazy it plans to take me over. It plan's destroy all that i have all that i love .I know how to end it tring to hurting other peole . The only way is having to end me. It's the only way to stop the pain that it would make me cause 3. do you ever feel like dieing dou you not like trying do you like shying away well just take a bottle and lie asleep 4. the darkness inside me flows free thought my pours thought my mouth thought my eyes what am i the anti-Christ spawn of Satan the feeling make me wonder can i be saved i know god exists because i exist my father exists but am i doomed or can i be saved from eternal damnation 5. t started when i left i got a taste felt like the best i was high now im dieing be cause of it its all gone the money ran out the drugs ran out and here i am now without a fix 6. line after line im more confused living in a dump with you dieing inside line after line im with you dieing with you hiding with you line after line living in hell line after line now your gone line after line all alone dieing alone line after line moreResolved Question: which of this 6 poems do you like the most?
1. should i die tonight, or live to tomorrow should i grave the gun and end the sorrow or grave the bottle and drown my sorrow 2. Deep down inside me this a dark thing that wants to break free. It has it grasp over over me it makes me feel like life is'nt worth it all. Like death is the way out.I try to fight it but its taking over.It's making me hurt my self and people around me. It wants blood it needs a life.It's going to be the end of me the end of my life.I could feel it i could feel its plan .It plans to drive me crazy it plans to take me over. It plan's destroy all that i have all that i love .I know how to end it tring to hurting other peole . The only way is having to end me. It's the only way to stop the pain that it would make me cause 3. do you ever feel like dieing dou you not like trying do you like shying away well just take a bottle and lie asleep 4. the darkness inside me flows free thought my pours thought my mouth thought my eyes what am i the anti-Christ spawn of Satan the feeling make me wonder can i be saved i know god exists because i exist my father exists but am i doomed or can i be saved from eternal damnation 5. t started when i left i got a taste felt like the best i was high now im dieing be cause of it its all gone the money ran out the drugs ran out and here i am now without a fix 6. line after line im more confused living in a dump with you dieing inside line after line im with you dieing with you hiding with you line after line living in hell line after line now your gone line after line all alone dieing alone line after line moreResolved Question: ok , do you like this poem?
1960's this wonderful decade change the world molded a reluctant child into an inner city soldier it squeezed me , the times shook me my parents didnt stand a chance a phycadelic west coast , colonial america the anti drug pamphlits melted in my hands the cops didnt stand a chance ,with any brain under 20 with any human under the influence with an enebriated nation under god under a california sun the hells angels sat at taco bell, appointing ministers of war droppind acid, their pants, their rule ,their blues what can a kid think, his president slayn mom do have any cookies mom i saw a woman talking to a tree she looked so happy we moved from the country to an asphault playground it took control of me the hippies didnt have a chance to mean to be a hippie the flowers died the fires raged my mind sharpend mental health didnt stand a chance reality didnt stand a chance peace piece of ass jethro moreResolved Question: Anti-Methamphetamine poem.?
I live in u.s.a and it's illigal drug. so i need a poem that has atleast 3 stanzas. Each stanza with 5-7 lines.it is for eighth grade health class so it need to be school approppriate thank you moreResolved Question: I need a creative/educational idea for my anti-drug project. what do you think?
ok so, the topics i can choose from are A picture book A poster or a poem i was thinking i could do a poster, but i need idea's on what i would put on the poster . any suggestions? it needs to be appealling to highschool students moreTop Anti Drug Poems Links
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