Nunca pude tomar pastillas. Una época si en muy pocas ocasiones me tomaba aspirinas, cuando el dolor de cabeza era demasiado fuerte y lo mismo tenía que ir a enseñar alemán. Me quedaba como boba. Y en realidad las pastillas no me ayudaban.
Turned around and caught him. Hoped that they were prescribed, but when I tripped and fell into him later, we both stumbled. “Sorry,” he said, “I’m high.”
I think pills can be dangerous. You can depend on them too much. They become a crutch or a cloak to hide a deeper problem. If pills are to be taken, set a time limit for using them.
the bottle is orange and hard to see through, but i still can. the lid is child proof. my hand squeezes the lid and pulls out several blue capsules. fingers trembling uncontrollably. a flick of the wrist and i’m dead. just like that. i stare into my palm, which is beaded with sweat. i can’t do this. no.
a flick of the wrist, and i’m dead. just like that.
I have always taken a lot of pills. My father is a doctor, so I didnt grow up in one of those households that is skeptical of pills or pill taking. It was always sort of a given youre sick, daddy will prescribe you something.
Hopefully the most stunning aspect is to feel the powerful affect of the pills. Why, she sees nothing. Knows nothing. Feels nothing. Since there is no strength left, there is no hope left.
they are the root of the evil that runs through the vains of drug addicts of the world. destroying lives, families and evoking the feeling of losing when their loved ones are there. It’ll make an honest man steal. It will make a a grown man kill. It will make a bussiness man cheat. It can bring a frown when there should be a smile. It can drown the a of who we are, and become what a pill is.
some are good for you? some are bad for you. i think we could all be rich if we only chose to invest in something more wholesome. pills, pills, pills, give me pills? i want life to do what i want for me.
Think of the summer and how hot it was and how we felt then, fingers intertwined. Yellow like sunshine, blue like the sky. White like the clouds in it. I was happy because I felt like I was asleep–face and hands numb, like lying upside down in my dad’s leather recliner. Keeping my childlike composure even though no one expected it of me. Where are we now? Where are they all now? Where am I now?
I laid them out on the counter. Smallest to largest, and made little lines of dots across the bench. I liked the blue ones, they had a greenish hue that turned them pretty, but they didn’t contain what I wanted. The white ones. Third row down. These the ones I most highly respected. The looked so innocent, all 7 of them dotted across the tile. But they were not as they seemed.
pills are great when you are sick. Pills are not so great when just used to get a “legal” high. Pills make me sick. Pills make me feel better. Pills on clothing are a pain. Pills in bottles make good instruments. Being a pill means being a pain.
I like to take pills to calm me down and zombify myself. They make me not so crazy and I like to take them while losing my thoughts of you. Fuck you, bitch.
pills are good. they help people see themselves for who they really are. if i took pills i’d probably take too much. see myself for who i really am. die.. except pills that help you stay not pregnant and stuff
pills are scary. at first, they’re fun and its a great time and you’re high and soaring (or low and crawling) but eventually, one isn’t enough. then two isn’t enough. the next thing you know, you’re calling that sketchy dude you went to high school with and begging him for a sale.
I dislike pills. They remind me of hurt and confused times. They remind me of why my brother cannot be my older brother. They remind me of dependency–dependency on something inhumane. Almost robotic.
pills scattered on the sink glimmered, and as she craved them, she turned away, she washed them down the sink, and went to bed for another night of cold sweats and vomit.
They are everywhere, I can’t escape them and although they give me life, they seem to create the bars to the cage I feel I am stuck in. They must go or I must go.
I have lost so many friends to overdoses. I can’t even get my self to swallow pills. I take a sip of water and the pill is still there sitting in the back of my thought.
I am so lucky that I don’t have to take any prescription pills for my health. The only one I take is a vitamin…one specifically designed for ladies. One which in a short couple years will transition to the “silver” version. As long as it’s the only one, or one of only a couple, then I will count myself blessed.
pills can be taken as good and bad. they are good because in ways they help people get better. but people can take pills for getting high and that is bad. i use pills for when i have a headache and cramps. but one of my friends almost died from using too many pills and that scares me sometimes.
I was never into them; I did have one binge evening, that time in The Casbah, when I was doing Geisha performance art… no, it was the time we were doing Heaven’s Gate performance art. And we were handing out pills on platters… and some of them were real. I can’t believe nothing bad came of it… but that was my life then, all crisis and fun and wonder.
I already wrote it… and you erased it. well I said just make your own! roll little balls of aluminum foil, then cover with modekl magic clay, paint with acrylic paint, all silly colors and then you can string them and e
The pills in the cabinet weren’t my escape. They were my sister’s. She never could face reality. I used things like weed and alcohol, but my sister loved her pills. And our mom’s pills. One day her love killed her, and I haven’t taken a pill since. Her OD might have been an accident, but we’ll never know. Our mom threw all her pills away.
She didn’t know what they were going to do to her, but she took them anyway. She reached into her parent’s medicine cabinet and entered a whole new world. It wasn’t like Narnia, she made her own reality. Every time she took a trip when she swallowed a pill, she realized it was really that easy to escape the world. Her life was changed forever.
I love sleeping pills. Not to a point of addiction, but it’s nice to know that a little supplement will let you sleep soundly and wake up feeling refreshed. Ibuprofen is a fantastic pill as well.
i AM AGAINST TAKING PILLS BECAUSE THEY DRUG YOU, OVERLOAD LIVER AND KIDNEY SYSTEM, PLUS THEY DO NOT SOLVE THE REAL CAUSE OF DISORDER, THEY JUST MASQUE THE SIMPTOMS SO YOU NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO THINK ABOUT THE REAL REASON WHY YOU NEEDED THE PILLS IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Leben ist Liebe. In all seinen Facetten. Hass. Trauer und dieses unbeschreibliche Gefühl von Liebe. Es gehört alles dazu, es sagt dir das du am Leben bist. Wenn du nicht aufhörst zu denken gibt es immer Hoffnung.
I wish there was a pill to help ease the pain of these fevered chills. To combat the headache and the cyclical waves of cramps. But as far as I know there’s nothing to take that will cure a stomach flu, except time and rest. Till then, between the worst episodes, I’ll just enjoy the fever dreams, hallucinations so vivid I could almost swear I’d been awake.
Pills. I like pills. Pills taste like pills but they’re filled with stuff I cant eat so usually you have to swallow them. There was one time I accidentaly bit one of the pills and threw up. They have strange shapes and they come in all sizes. I don’t like pills – I find them hard to swallow. I especially don’t like birth control pills.
You were scared to face the world, face the problems that lay in front of you. You went home and decided to bury your problems at the bottom of a pill bottle. You doused them all, more than you had ever taken before. You felt the pain oozing out of your body and you felt a moment of life before you lost it all for good.
i forget to take my meds, i feel free and without any remembering of yesterday i stay happy for a while. the drugs won’t bring me down, i’m a strong young woman and i do not need you
My step aunt is drugged all the time with pills.
Nunca pude tomar pastillas. Una época si en muy pocas ocasiones me tomaba aspirinas, cuando el dolor de cabeza era demasiado fuerte y lo mismo tenía que ir a enseñar alemán. Me quedaba como boba. Y en realidad las pastillas no me ayudaban.
I take the pills
so I can sleep
but then I’m haunted by
the dreams.
Is it worth the rest
to fight the beast?
Turned around and caught him. Hoped that they were prescribed, but when I tripped and fell into him later, we both stumbled. “Sorry,” he said, “I’m high.”
I think pills can be dangerous. You can depend on them too much. They become a crutch or a cloak to hide a deeper problem. If pills are to be taken, set a time limit for using them.
the bottle is orange and hard to see through, but i still can. the lid is child proof. my hand squeezes the lid and pulls out several blue capsules. fingers trembling uncontrollably. a flick of the wrist and i’m dead. just like that. i stare into my palm, which is beaded with sweat. i can’t do this. no.
a flick of the wrist, and i’m dead. just like that.
I have always taken a lot of pills. My father is a doctor, so I didnt grow up in one of those households that is skeptical of pills or pill taking. It was always sort of a given youre sick, daddy will prescribe you something.
Hopefully the most stunning aspect is to feel the powerful affect of the pills. Why, she sees nothing. Knows nothing. Feels nothing. Since there is no strength left, there is no hope left.
they are the root of the evil that runs through the vains of drug addicts of the world. destroying lives, families and evoking the feeling of losing when their loved ones are there. It’ll make an honest man steal. It will make a a grown man kill. It will make a bussiness man cheat. It can bring a frown when there should be a smile. It can drown the a of who we are, and become what a pill is.
The red pill or the blue pill? Down the rabbit-hole or back?
some are good for you? some are bad for you. i think we could all be rich if we only chose to invest in something more wholesome. pills, pills, pills, give me pills? i want life to do what i want for me.
Placebos,
any form,
all work.
Unless they don’t.
Think of the summer and how hot it was and how we felt then, fingers intertwined. Yellow like sunshine, blue like the sky. White like the clouds in it. I was happy because I felt like I was asleep–face and hands numb, like lying upside down in my dad’s leather recliner. Keeping my childlike composure even though no one expected it of me. Where are we now? Where are they all now? Where am I now?
I laid them out on the counter. Smallest to largest, and made little lines of dots across the bench. I liked the blue ones, they had a greenish hue that turned them pretty, but they didn’t contain what I wanted. The white ones. Third row down. These the ones I most highly respected. The looked so innocent, all 7 of them dotted across the tile. But they were not as they seemed.
pills are great when you are sick. Pills are not so great when just used to get a “legal” high. Pills make me sick. Pills make me feel better. Pills on clothing are a pain. Pills in bottles make good instruments. Being a pill means being a pain.
I like to take pills to calm me down and zombify myself. They make me not so crazy and I like to take them while losing my thoughts of you. Fuck you, bitch.
Pills
pills are good. they help people see themselves for who they really are. if i took pills i’d probably take too much. see myself for who i really am. die.. except pills that help you stay not pregnant and stuff
I don’t like to take pills because I don’t really trust the medical priesthood. And anything attached to money like the paramedicals.
pills are scary. at first, they’re fun and its a great time and you’re high and soaring (or low and crawling) but eventually, one isn’t enough. then two isn’t enough. the next thing you know, you’re calling that sketchy dude you went to high school with and begging him for a sale.
I dislike pills. They remind me of hurt and confused times. They remind me of why my brother cannot be my older brother. They remind me of dependency–dependency on something inhumane. Almost robotic.
pills scattered on the sink glimmered, and as she craved them, she turned away, she washed them down the sink, and went to bed for another night of cold sweats and vomit.
They are everywhere, I can’t escape them and although they give me life, they seem to create the bars to the cage I feel I am stuck in. They must go or I must go.
I have lost so many friends to overdoses. I can’t even get my self to swallow pills. I take a sip of water and the pill is still there sitting in the back of my thought.
I am so lucky that I don’t have to take any prescription pills for my health. The only one I take is a vitamin…one specifically designed for ladies. One which in a short couple years will transition to the “silver” version. As long as it’s the only one, or one of only a couple, then I will count myself blessed.
pills can be taken as good and bad. they are good because in ways they help people get better. but people can take pills for getting high and that is bad. i use pills for when i have a headache and cramps. but one of my friends almost died from using too many pills and that scares me sometimes.
I was never into them; I did have one binge evening, that time in The Casbah, when I was doing Geisha performance art… no, it was the time we were doing Heaven’s Gate performance art. And we were handing out pills on platters… and some of them were real. I can’t believe nothing bad came of it… but that was my life then, all crisis and fun and wonder.
I already wrote it… and you erased it. well I said just make your own! roll little balls of aluminum foil, then cover with modekl magic clay, paint with acrylic paint, all silly colors and then you can string them and e
The pills in the cabinet weren’t my escape. They were my sister’s. She never could face reality. I used things like weed and alcohol, but my sister loved her pills. And our mom’s pills. One day her love killed her, and I haven’t taken a pill since. Her OD might have been an accident, but we’ll never know. Our mom threw all her pills away.
She didn’t know what they were going to do to her, but she took them anyway. She reached into her parent’s medicine cabinet and entered a whole new world. It wasn’t like Narnia, she made her own reality. Every time she took a trip when she swallowed a pill, she realized it was really that easy to escape the world. Her life was changed forever.
Strange contraptions–happiness in a capsule. The easy fix. The easy way out. So you don’t have to go through all of your real, deep problems.
I kind of want them.
I love sleeping pills. Not to a point of addiction, but it’s nice to know that a little supplement will let you sleep soundly and wake up feeling refreshed. Ibuprofen is a fantastic pill as well.
i AM AGAINST TAKING PILLS BECAUSE THEY DRUG YOU, OVERLOAD LIVER AND KIDNEY SYSTEM, PLUS THEY DO NOT SOLVE THE REAL CAUSE OF DISORDER, THEY JUST MASQUE THE SIMPTOMS SO YOU NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO THINK ABOUT THE REAL REASON WHY YOU NEEDED THE PILLS IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Leben ist Liebe. In all seinen Facetten. Hass. Trauer und dieses unbeschreibliche Gefühl von Liebe. Es gehört alles dazu, es sagt dir das du am Leben bist. Wenn du nicht aufhörst zu denken gibt es immer Hoffnung.
are happy pills invention of superficial world. we are pills.real ones. we can heal ourselves naturally.
I wish there was a pill to help ease the pain of these fevered chills. To combat the headache and the cyclical waves of cramps. But as far as I know there’s nothing to take that will cure a stomach flu, except time and rest. Till then, between the worst episodes, I’ll just enjoy the fever dreams, hallucinations so vivid I could almost swear I’d been awake.
Pills. I like pills. Pills taste like pills but they’re filled with stuff I cant eat so usually you have to swallow them. There was one time I accidentaly bit one of the pills and threw up. They have strange shapes and they come in all sizes. I don’t like pills – I find them hard to swallow. I especially don’t like birth control pills.
You were scared to face the world, face the problems that lay in front of you. You went home and decided to bury your problems at the bottom of a pill bottle. You doused them all, more than you had ever taken before. You felt the pain oozing out of your body and you felt a moment of life before you lost it all for good.
are grey like p is everything depends o p
i forget to take my meds, i feel free and without any remembering of yesterday i stay happy for a while. the drugs won’t bring me down, i’m a strong young woman and i do not need you