Even though these two poems could not be further from each other, I decided to join them here because they express an intense opposition that I think it’s important to delineate in our daily habits. Yes, there is nothing more powerful than a human that knows what they are worth, and a person that has become addicted to alcohol or any other substance has forgotten (or never really known what they are truly worth). Something to truly ponder on. 

HUMAN VALUE:

There is nothing
more powerful than
a human who has
finally learned
their value


THE GOOD STUFF:

11 am and
the thirst begins to choke me
waves of saliva flooding
my tongue like a tsunami, yet
the dryness in my throat
drowns me in a relentless desire
for the stuff…
                         the good stuff…
the only stuff that can truly quench
                          my thirst.
Its 11 am and this day
has already overstayed its welcome,
has already made its presence
unfathomable, precocious
disgustingly
ordinary—the clock traveling to
the usual destinations;
the same minute of every
unpalatable hour, which
cannot be dealt without
the stuff…
                    the good stuff…
The stuff that I call medicine—although
there is a skull with crisscrossed
bones on the label—the stuff that
makes people more pleasant
to be around, but makes me
undesirable;
The stuff that allows me to
forget that I hate everything in
this world
primarily myself