Addiction Poems
I never miss
by Bogdan Dragos
"Relax," she told him. "I never
miss."
She found his vein from
the first try
and shot him
And the stuff was so good that
he died
overdose
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My Addiction & I (Sonnet #001)
by Darryl_M Unspecified
Costing me my life, costing me my freedom.
Working through this strife, whenever there’s boredom.
Always aimed for better but now I have shame.
What’s done in secret is poison in discreet.
My heart’s pounding through the race
but now all’s in disgrace.
Gruesome ghosts haunting in a trance,
not sure if I need another chance,
coz all luck’s worth, is just a farce.
Take me out of my misery, coz all that’s done is just a memory.
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fried brains
by Sarah A
pining for the days when i fried my brain
sobriety hasn’t made me less insane
we partied so hard i forgot my name
but i still remember the rules of the game
let's build a time machine just to forget the pain
go to a place where there was nothing to prove or attain
when my thoughts flowed like a steady rain
instead of this never-ending hurricane
remind myself of the lessons i learnt
survival through change is the main point
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carousel
by Alexander Palmer
Around and around goes the carousel,
Its grim melody pries into your bones,
Oh, to this merry carnival, the fallen angels welcome you well,
Take a seat, have a drink, make yourself at home.
Around and around goes the carousel,
The figures who ride it find themselves lacking a face,
But isn't it so lovely, its echoing call?
So come take a seat, come find your place.
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the slaughter of the unhinged
by Mister Rotten
him [cold like the arctic wind]:
the frost I recall,
the slightest of shivers
the chill that brushed over my shoulders
I was longing to thaw, I was longing to shield
yet she burned, and she blazed
while I smouldered
—
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Despairing Exaltation
by Alexander Palmer
I slept beside the devil
her wax flesh melted into mine
the air was rust, long dried blood,
the air was fine red wine,
she was a god in her own right
a transgression divine.
desperation, our preservation,
etched into my skin
prayer marks, satanic symbols,
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Moon Spawn
by Quinn Smorenburg
This heat, confrontational;
chips carried on shoulder.
Never breathe, think,
speak, drink till closer
bringing itself in you.
Addictions begin to
blossom. Whore house
posse; optics lopping.
Spun room; coughing.
Hid moon. Tossing.
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Cigarette
by Thomas Gallagher
I make love to the material world through you.
My lips touch yours, and you hate me when I’m gone.
You’re terrible for me and I say we’re through.
But we both know I won't last till dawn.
Getting High
by turbo1904 Middaugh
I was too busy
getting high to
raise my kids.
I kept getting high,
over what I did.
I was too busy getting high,
to do the right thing.
As you get older regret,
burns, bites, and stings.
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At The Door
by Jeff Bresee
Curled up in the corner
in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness
and praying for light.
Eyes peer from the ceiling.
Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls
and he stands at the door.
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