Addiction

I wrote a poem about addiction and challenge you all to do the same.........go to my page and check it out.......then tell me by writing a poem about any addictions you may have and what they are to you........you can post here or on your page. just let me know if you did......and please lets all read rate and comment.

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Soulless Solace

I'm the killer inside you
Who snuck in beside you
So close, I can hear you breathe

My sights fixed upon you
The wound drips life from you
The demon is waiting to feed

I have walked with you
Quietly stalking you
Slowly learning your mind

Blinding fears from you
Taking years from you
On the body of your soul, I will dine

You crawl to me in lust
On your knees in disgust
Oh how the tables have turned

The predator cowers confronted
Being devoured by the hunted
The flame is now the burned

With no will to resist
From the need that still exists
You fall limp to the floor

It's my spell you're under
Eyes swell with hunger
Legs spread, wanting more

Take me into your arms
To free yourself from harm
My little catch of the day

I'm like a disease in the air
Carried along on the breeze of despair
Summoned by the evil, for which you've paid

Tonight you danced so graceful
Romanced by the killer of the faithful
The end is closer than it seems

Living for so long with your shame
This song always ends the same
You're dying alone, with shattered dreams

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Artie my love....that is one of the best poems i have ever read.

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--Love is Junk--




See it in their eyes.


In the way they drag their feet.


<<<


When Gravity defies.


An irregular heartbeat.


<<<


Torn, sick, and stupid.
Wounded addicts.

Loss of sleep.

Could go on for hours.
Wouldn't matter...

Lest ye knew a love so deep.

Last edited by Hiporlacking 11-15-2010 at 07:23:26 PM

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Desire.
I long to touch you again
Inspire.
But do not think me your friend

All the moments that we have
Together in this eternity
All the moments that we've lost
Wasted to wanting... Always wanting

Pulsing
Your heart pounds against your skull
Imploding
I do not ask, I know you have no control

Here you are, my dear, I know you
I knew you would come here again
Here you are, my dear, I given you
Just enough to bring back your pain

Insane
Some might call you this
Refrain
But they cannot insist

For their words are meaningless
They do not care for the fire
The true meanings are wordless
They never tasted desire

Required
Only you know what it's like to suffer
Retire
Only you know I will be here forever

Do they know what it means to want?
What this yearning does to you?
They tell you why you must refrain
But the truth is, you don't want to.

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I have to agree...this is also one of the best poems I've seen. The truth and reality about addiction are all right here in this writing. There is no better description. Great job.

Julie

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Hiporlacking
great job short sweet and to the point

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SuperChick62

agree with julie truly beautiful

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Addicted to obsession and revenge

BEE STING

When he told me
That she
Could be a better match
For he then me
Then I told he
You'll regret that bee
Who stings the heart
You’ll give to she
The queen of tease
Not like me
Whose love for he
Will never please
You're the fee
She stole your key
That I cherish so tenderly
But she will be
What you blindly see
A catastrophe
Stealthily she
Steals from me
The he that roams
The forest tree
Pursues that Queen
The stinger bee
Down deep in he
While I perceive
From farthest lea
The buzz that she
Has told her bees
She the killer queen
Finally stole
The he from me

ginga LBW

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awe ginga........i like your spin on addiction for revenge can be a powerful addiction........but remeber the very best revenge is living and loving well.........they do not deserve the sweat off your ass much less the taste of you tears.......hugs......

Last edited by JadedJezzabel 11-27-2010 at 02:09:38 AM

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Hipor,
ty for the kudos

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Last edited by Artie 12-15-2010 at 08:54:38 PM

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Decades Later .. He's Still Barely Alive
my brother chose to join the military
or go to jail for crimes committed
drugs were everywhere
he couldn't resist
set sail for a foreign country

a new start .. a new life
trying to get clean
he fell in with the local junkies
on a faraway island
Guam

the island had more drugs
than he ever saw here
soon he was his old self again
got heavy into using .. dealing
no slowing nor stopping in sight

he stayed so high
letters he sent home
sometimes had only one word
scribbled illegibly on a sheet of paper
it was his desperate cry for help

it wasn't very long
before he got caught
his drug transactions
were numerous
discovered on a recorder

one of his buyers
had turned him in
he was arrested
thrown in the brig
thirty six drug counts

times six
two hundred and sixteen
drug charges in all
another letter arrived home
one word scribbled .. help

stained paper
from potent opium residue
stuck fast .. all over his hands
when he'd scribbled
his desperate plea

boat people
converged onto the island
my brother had a cellmate
write for him
another letter sent home

he'd thought he was at war
yet the boat people
were escaping
from their invaded homeland
to simply survive

Don did his time
then he was set free
immediately he'd located
his private stash
he'd secretly hidden away

high once again
drove his girlfriend's car
over the edge of a cliff
with him .. her in it
both were hospitalized

for months on end
their lives .. almost gone
broken bones
internal injuries
took time to heal

Joon was finally released
to go home
a short while later
my brother was led away
in leg irons and cuffs

he was put on a plane
immediately .. flown home
dishonorable discharge
neglectfully held in his hand
his head hung low

I'd picked him up
at the local airport
he'd held in his hands
a large, brown paper bag
nearly full .. drugs of all sorts

a few, short weeks went by
all the drugs were gone
I'd arrived home
discovered him
shaking uncontrollably

his eyes rolled
into the back of his head
he'd tried to speak
nothing came out
withdrawal effects .. had him

he went cold turkey
profusely sweating
from his every pore
I didn't ask anyone for help

they would've jailed him
where he'd have died
instead, I located some rope
knotted it .. tied him tight
to the four posts of his bed

steadily slapped his face .. hard
threw cold water in his face
over .. over .. over again
he'd cursed .. he'd fought
against his imprisonment

I was left a complete wreck
didn't know who was worse
him .. or perhaps me
after seventy two hours of pure hell
decades later .. he's still barely alive

Copyright © May 2010
BadBadBear

Last edited by BadBadBear 12-16-2010 at 01:58:33 PM

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Shadow

I feel trapped
confined to the shell
behind the veil of safety

Days pass by
nameless, pointless
piling into the past

Remnants of sanity
like crumbs on the carpet
get swept away with the trash

I feel the presence
looking over me with pride
reveling in my self destruction

Pieces of a shattered life,
cries from a wounded soul,
gasps from a strangled child,

I reach out for help
into the void of apathy
seeing only myself

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YOU ALL DID A GREAT FUCKING JOB ON YOUR ADDICTION POEMS........BAD BAD BEAR.......TOP NOTCH AND MY PRAYERS WILL BE WITH YOUR BROTHER. SCRIBBLE....KUDOS TO YOU .

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YOU ALL DID A GREAT FUCKING JOB ON YOUR ADDICTION POEMS........BAD BAD BEAR.......TOP NOTCH AND MY PRAYERS WILL BE WITH YOUR BROTHER. SCRIBBLE....KUDOS TO YOU .

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Relapse:


Dark thoughts flashing
quickly by-passing
the logical lapses
in my brains synapses
quietly amassing
the means for relapsing
screaming in my brain
"this is not happening"

Thinking in squares
head pounding like snares
throwing off flares
of pain everywhere
I'm suddenly aware
iridescent fish scale
but I'm dead if I dare
to pop that vein
or draw that rail.

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drug story


I took a detour
and got turned around
looking for a cure
for my affliction

Was lost until I found
this devine addiction

I was young and insecure
when I began this romance
Doing lines all the time
it was fun getting spun
So we aspired to aways be wired

No one could predict
that our dance would inflict
a high that declines
as it defines us
and confines us

Time passes by years they fly
as we identify
with a culture filled with vultures

Manipulated by meth
feels like I can't catch my breath
was easily impressed
nothing exceeds like excess

We fit the stereo type
desired to be admired
yet we remain uninspired
frozen by fear and
insincere

Caught up in the hype
we began to hit the pipe
meth smokes smooth
it invokes
a peaceful numbness
with a couple of tokes

Awake and restlessly aware
that our atmosphere
is fake
into nothing we stare

Our lives become meaningless
in our slumberless
enviorment
where the only requirment is to express
and confess
our need for
speed

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KICKS

You don’t need the feel of a gilt (guilt?) roulette wheel
Addictions are universally ubiquitous.
“Common sense” will dispense with the “buyer’s remorse”,
People call “spells”,
Post overindulging, of course,
Already nailed into Hell,
Satan gives you a choice

Among the created attractions
That hook to your masterbatory reactions,
Simulating salacious pseudosexual contractions
That’ll suck you right back
After you boost some more jack
For some more action!
And here you are pleading for more!
.
Stop adding more fears to your “kettle of stew”
Every addiction will do that for you:
Increased epinephrine causes that feeling of zest
That you feel when you finish completing a difficult test,
It ain’t true!
All you did was to cop
To whatever’s got
You Hell-bound and glued.
'
You’re probably screwed!
But no one’s fated to die in this stew.
We all get to choose:
You don’t need to be a crotchety old man…

To refuse!!

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this is a fantastic thread ... great topic, Jaded ... and great work from all the poets who posted, kudos to the whole crew!
-dancinghawk

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A very insightful group of poems, sorry just couldn't come up with one specifically about the evils of addiction. Maybe a different topic next time. Write on...........Tlady