Cold Turkey

- You can enter as many poems as you wish.
- Try to keep it under 200 words.
- New entries only.
- Your free to comment between poems.
- This comp. is running for two weeks.

I'll just start it off.

Withdrawal

A hot flush
Followed by a static of the mind
A pressure on the temples
Akin to a castle under siege

A soldering iron behind the eyes
A testament to the highs
A longing for a mistress
That didn't allow for family ties

An incessant reminder of the wound,
This shadow on life,
Attempting to fester
While being forced to scar

What you want
Seems to have defined
The sum of
What you are.

Emotions

Sadness and anger are things I will feel
Envy towards people who don't have to fear
Little kids who have moms that don't look in disgust
Forward at me, my scars, and my cuts.

Mutilation is a funny word
Used as a verb in this context.
To cut your skin to the point of severe bleeding.
I'd cut and scratch at myself until my arms were raw
Lie in my bed until the wounds closed
Again I'd open them, so they'd scar nicely enough to be seen
Till my mom saw my arms and legs one day..
I was moody most days
On drugs the rest
Now I'm clean though

               That's all that matters...

"Soothing the Lingering"
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For good reason, I'm a drunk monkey these days.
She was my secret pill, the ultimate high,
I got afflicted with her spell, we were
joined at the hip, but, now it's a living hell.
I feel a bit sick, really ill,
as my bottle ran out, she left me,
never said good-bye, or even why.
Her memory lingers still.
I'm going to wallow in the mire,
and, drink some more swill,
to kill this for good.

Thanks for the post Vixenwings and Strider, that was quite something.

Duncan said:Thanks for the post Vixenwings and Strider, that was quite something.

You're welcome Duncan...I'm going Cold Turkey on her with another addiction...a bit of a twist...Strider

Meat Is The Devil But I'm No Angel

I've tried to murder the carnivore within
I made a vow to never eat meat again
Not a piece of pork, beef, fish, or chicken
Determined to convert myself into a vegan
If it grew from the earth
It went in my mouth
If it grew from birth
It wasn't allowed in the house
A strict diet of vitamins, tofu, and soy
No meat whatsoever was hell on a boy
I was missing the sizzle of a slab of bacon
Reminiscing on all the grease it was making
Steaks and burgers prepared well done
Fried chicken golden crispy and I couldn't have none
Damn that salmon looked nice and smoked
I couldn't take it no more eventually I broke
I've relapsed
I've tried and I couldn't adapt
Melting in my mouth is a thick piece of fat
Clogging my arteries
I'm an animal lover
Meat is a part of me
Without it I'll go under
I'll die if I don't fry
I'll kill if I don't grill
Impossible to deny
The urges for real

Smooth piece HomeBoi. It gets much easier after a while.

Moving On

I thought it was over
I thought I would go on
Leaving all this behind
But its not
Its still here
And I am stuck
Between needing and wanting

How can I leave
This enigma of goodness
That gives so much release
Though its also a disease
That spreads and spreads
Engulfing one’s body
With strenuous love

I love the smoothness
That I exhale
Such inspirations
When I lovingly inhale
Such heavenly peace
Within me
When I indulge

But I need to leave
I need to move on now
Its all over, I won’t even cry
I promise I will never buy
Or ask or beg for
Another indulgence
Of another stick of cigarettes

I am going Cold Turkey now
Or…Err..maybe sometimes tomorrow.

Haha, Grace, beautiful. Procrastination and those little death sticks go hand in hand.