Poetry competition CLOSED 8th May 2022 4:54pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
CruelHandedWriter
Drug Usage & Addiction Poetry
Withdrawals
Heart of an addict
Thoughts of a whore
Mind is all ravaged
Searching for the next score
Bring me a bottle
And go through my purse
I’m pushing through pain
The withdrawals they hurt
Paranoia sets in
My body’s in distress
I haven’t slept much
Things that I should address
I’m wrapped up in bed
Please get me a blanket
Covers aren’t enough
Please quiet the racket
Im sweating through sheets
I just can’t keep calm
I try to stay still
In my head is a bomb
I see you run around
In your face so much worry
I can’t change myself
And for this i am sorry
Everyday I try more
It’s so hard that I fail
I tell you I love you
You tell me I’m pale
You’re taking my temp
It’s 103
My mind comes and goes
Don’t know where I should be
Please don’t feel bad
I did this to myself
No fault of your own
I just need some help
The alcohol helps
I just need a shot
I’m desperate for peace
To feel not so lost
Thoughts of a whore
Mind is all ravaged
Searching for the next score
Bring me a bottle
And go through my purse
I’m pushing through pain
The withdrawals they hurt
Paranoia sets in
My body’s in distress
I haven’t slept much
Things that I should address
I’m wrapped up in bed
Please get me a blanket
Covers aren’t enough
Please quiet the racket
Im sweating through sheets
I just can’t keep calm
I try to stay still
In my head is a bomb
I see you run around
In your face so much worry
I can’t change myself
And for this i am sorry
Everyday I try more
It’s so hard that I fail
I tell you I love you
You tell me I’m pale
You’re taking my temp
It’s 103
My mind comes and goes
Don’t know where I should be
Please don’t feel bad
I did this to myself
No fault of your own
I just need some help
The alcohol helps
I just need a shot
I’m desperate for peace
To feel not so lost
Written by Diaryofabasketcase
(Silvia Rosario)
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When You Self Medicate
You are wrong to think that you can self medicate
With it all… sex, pills, drugs, self-harm, or alcohol.
You are not on the right path to see things straight.
In the middle of the night I will not answer your call
When you are suffering from withdrawal because
You no longer have what you need to get high and
Strung out. You only needed me when the buzz
Wore off, making you feel empty. I understand
Where you were coming from, but not where
You were going because you try to hide yourself
Behind it all so well, always masking your bare
Emotions. Your hands, browsing the bookshelf,
But never being curious enough to open a book
And discover the world’s wonders. You would
Rather believe your own twisted lies and hook
People with your version of the “misunderstood”
Truth. Your words are doing nothing to match
Your actions, walking away without a scratch.
With it all… sex, pills, drugs, self-harm, or alcohol.
You are not on the right path to see things straight.
In the middle of the night I will not answer your call
When you are suffering from withdrawal because
You no longer have what you need to get high and
Strung out. You only needed me when the buzz
Wore off, making you feel empty. I understand
Where you were coming from, but not where
You were going because you try to hide yourself
Behind it all so well, always masking your bare
Emotions. Your hands, browsing the bookshelf,
But never being curious enough to open a book
And discover the world’s wonders. You would
Rather believe your own twisted lies and hook
People with your version of the “misunderstood”
Truth. Your words are doing nothing to match
Your actions, walking away without a scratch.
Written by eswaller
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HOOKED
i got holes
in my pockets,
baby,
and so the money's
gone
and cold as it
gets
this shit
is what's good
in life
and, lord,
you know
and there ain't
nothin'
i wouldn't do
for love
and i love
me some
o' this shit
'cause there
aint nothin'
i wouldn't do
to feel nothin'
and just let my
boat drift
down this river
'til it sinks
and me in it
and, damn it, he's gone
and she's gone
and they gone
'n' changed
the locks
and fuck 'em
if they can't
take a joke
and fuck
you too
amen
in my pockets,
baby,
and so the money's
gone
and cold as it
gets
this shit
is what's good
in life
and, lord,
you know
and there ain't
nothin'
i wouldn't do
for love
and i love
me some
o' this shit
'cause there
aint nothin'
i wouldn't do
to feel nothin'
and just let my
boat drift
down this river
'til it sinks
and me in it
and, damn it, he's gone
and she's gone
and they gone
'n' changed
the locks
and fuck 'em
if they can't
take a joke
and fuck
you too
amen
Written by javalini
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Related submission no longer exists.
Light
Better not blink forget looking
Twice
Better listen closely to the roll of the Dice
Chances come and go faster than the speed of
Light
Your first may be your last and your only chance to get
Right
Abracadabra
Like magic it's a spark in the
Dark
Only seen when you're out there Alone
Only seen in here with the
Heart
Those with eyez wide open will become foolz Of the
Trick
In the wink of a blink they get flipped from the
Script
In a quick it all tumbles becoming too slick to get a
Grip
The feet they then stumble as they fall from the
SLIPP
Then the light will be long gone Lickity split
Darkness forevermore
In the
Flick of a Bic
Twice
Better listen closely to the roll of the Dice
Chances come and go faster than the speed of
Light
Your first may be your last and your only chance to get
Right
Abracadabra
Like magic it's a spark in the
Dark
Only seen when you're out there Alone
Only seen in here with the
Heart
Those with eyez wide open will become foolz Of the
Trick
In the wink of a blink they get flipped from the
Script
In a quick it all tumbles becoming too slick to get a
Grip
The feet they then stumble as they fall from the
SLIPP
Then the light will be long gone Lickity split
Darkness forevermore
In the
Flick of a Bic
Written by zinnzinn
(ZINNNNIZ)
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Anonymous
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The dealers rap
Fishnet tights, holes of your complex
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian 100 %
the fairy dust of poets read
magic mushrooms be that line interpreted
A tourniquet of rhymes
systolic pressure begs the phrases to beguile
come the puncture and the rush
staunch the needs
the inky incandescence
Verses drafted, needs golden sonnet
hermit in the creche of each new sentence
dependency; You want It
a silver spoon with pain and tonic
addiction that is not plutonic.
Try to stop, it reeks just vengeance
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian 100 %
the fairy dust of poets read
magic mushrooms be that line interpreted
A tourniquet of rhymes
systolic pressure begs the phrases to beguile
come the puncture and the rush
staunch the needs
the inky incandescence
Verses drafted, needs golden sonnet
hermit in the creche of each new sentence
dependency; You want It
a silver spoon with pain and tonic
addiction that is not plutonic.
Try to stop, it reeks just vengeance
Written by slipalong
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My Junkie Lover
The rules
were always:
Don't party
in the ashtrays
& please, please
please
no needles
to clean up
off the floor
But they were
my rules
never yours
I realized
you were zoned
when I called
on my way home
Your voice
screaming stray cat
decibel overload
And then the lights
flashing slowly
at the corner of our block
blues and reds
looming closer
until I knew
it was all for you
Pale limbs
stiffening too soon
just a baby under a blanket
stretchered out
through a hush in the crowd
while Death's surprise
grinned triumphant
riding high
on his bubble of air
So no more
final chances
no more last goodbyes
shit promises of rehab
brittle as the wind
not even a kiss goodbye
to ease the chill of wasted life
only memories frozen forever
with the ugly ache of alone
twisting its cruel knife
through the heart of a summer night
Written by Abracadabra
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
allyfaye, ursa, Phantom2426, Countrygirl96, Indie, S-m-sawyer, runningturtle87, nutbuster, Marks, lepperochan, Honoria, Joseph-Zenieh, Alviola, RevolutionAL, zinnzinn, Thesilverymoon, Tallen, Razzerleaf, Northern_Soul, mysteriouslady, Bluevelvete
Thank you to the following members for voting:
allyfaye, ursa, Phantom2426, Countrygirl96, Indie, S-m-sawyer, runningturtle87, nutbuster, Marks, lepperochan, Honoria, Joseph-Zenieh, Alviola, RevolutionAL, zinnzinn, Thesilverymoon, Tallen, Razzerleaf, Northern_Soul, mysteriouslady, Bluevelvete
Anonymous
Thank you for the win on this :)
