Poetry competition CLOSED 16th January 2019 4:31am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
PleasuresOfPain
Recovery
Poetry Contest Description
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I am working on recovering from drug addiction. Feed me your poems on your struggle with and success in recovery from addiction to drugs or behaviours.
1 submission per poet
New or old
Open to a vote
1 submission per poet
New or old
Open to a vote
Welcome To Hell
Dressed as sinner
hailed as murderer
of freedom
in liberty
All black suit
yellow teeth
carrying black bags
in deathly stares
of un-slept eyes
Just a party, really
wasn't it?
"only this once"
"fun for tonight"
Until hell broke
His royal evil ass
knocking at
windows and doors
a l-i-t-t-l-e
more insistent
more regular
more persistent
than before
was it not?
Seemed a joke, at first. Not so?
The good people left your life
didn't they?
They'd slander him, wouldn't they?
You'd stand up for him, wouldn't you?
Speaking inventive words
filling his evil
with some light;
some positive
you probably believed initially
They never came back, did they?
Of course you didn't notice at the time
who would?
There were
bars
parties
visits
the new people
willing participants, weren't there?
The bank started hounding, didn't they
People were nagging, weren't they?
It spirals, doesn't it?
Do you think
we'd be asking questions
if you hadn't taken that first line?
Hadn't trusted that
suit
teeth
dead eyes
and his packet?
Calling judgement now
aren't you?
Suspecting us
with our questions
of making you steal money at night;
while your mother cried
herself to sleep
Your wife running
from her family home
(all four little mouths, in tow)
not so?
I know, you're wishing
these questions weren't asked
or we hadn't called
the suit
"a dirty fuck"
or that I had
never penned this
The clock
ticking the seconds
of your life away
You wish I hadn't
don't you?
-x-
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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Today I'm Clean
it's the end of a year
a hard one
I won some battles and lost some
but tonight sees me clean
I won't use today
it's hard to say that
it may seem like a small thing
but for me, it's not
I've celebrated every new year high or drunk
today I'm clean
means I have a chance at happiness
a future not dependent on a drug
worried because I know tomorrow is coming
and thinking about my next fix
today I know I will be alright because I didn't use today
using is scary
you never know when it might be your last
even dying isn't easy when you use
knowing your family will find out
the last thing you did was get high
today I'm clean
if died tonight
my family would know I went down a warrior
battling my disease and winning
today I'm clean
with that said
I say a prayer for all those suffering
the guilt, shame and pain
know this you're not alone
I've been homeless and hopeless
this is a disease you battle
brother and sister warrior
may we meet in sobriety...
Today I'm Clean
Written by smackdownraven
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NO HARM DONE
Follow me
I’ll bring you to my pusher
with a pssssst down an alley way
he doesn’t call to me
I walk brazenly into his store
where I also happen to purchase
a fuel fix for my car
My mouth waters
greeted with panoply of possibilities
to sate my vice
do I crave chips or cheese puffs
perhaps a candy bar or two or three
life wouldn’t be in balance
without a package of cookies
oh and I can’t forget my protein
beef jerky presented in all varieties
mmmmm I’m feeling better already
Now what to wash it down with
in this I am so sensible
I always select soda pop
that is sugar-free or nearly so
these magic beverages
nullify any of the harmful effects
of my other snack choices
I can be so damn smart sometimes
Location, location, location
where to consume my sweet ‘n’ salty hoard
I’ll start small in the car on the way home
that takes 2 minutes
sneak the rest past familiar security
to the safety and acceptance of my bedroom
fire up the laptop
watch my favorite shows online
or perhaps write some poetry
while slipping into a junk-food orgasm
my sumptuous habit won't kill me
at least not tonight
I’ll bring you to my pusher
with a pssssst down an alley way
he doesn’t call to me
I walk brazenly into his store
where I also happen to purchase
a fuel fix for my car
My mouth waters
greeted with panoply of possibilities
to sate my vice
do I crave chips or cheese puffs
perhaps a candy bar or two or three
life wouldn’t be in balance
without a package of cookies
oh and I can’t forget my protein
beef jerky presented in all varieties
mmmmm I’m feeling better already
Now what to wash it down with
in this I am so sensible
I always select soda pop
that is sugar-free or nearly so
these magic beverages
nullify any of the harmful effects
of my other snack choices
I can be so damn smart sometimes
Location, location, location
where to consume my sweet ‘n’ salty hoard
I’ll start small in the car on the way home
that takes 2 minutes
sneak the rest past familiar security
to the safety and acceptance of my bedroom
fire up the laptop
watch my favorite shows online
or perhaps write some poetry
while slipping into a junk-food orgasm
my sumptuous habit won't kill me
at least not tonight
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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Road to Recovery
I was looking for love in all the wrong places,
Down dark alleys and in the deepest, darkest
Parts of my fragile soul while losing all traces
Of who I want to be. In my vulnerable, starkest
Moments I was completely alone and begging
For someone to love me but had no right to be
Loving me for who I am now. He was pegging
Me as someone beautiful but was also lost. We
Both used to be searching for the same things
In life like complete freedom and feeling like
We belong, but he has already found his wings.
Along his road he has located his lucky strike
Of lightning while I am still walking this road
To recovery and healing myself. I am kicking
My bad habits to make room for a lighter load.
It is when someone stops scratching or picking
At old scars and wounds to heal. I am just only
Human and so is he. I hope I am able to forgive
Him so we can move on. My heart, less lonely
Than it was before will be revived and live
On again. I am on my own journey, path and
Road to recovery nobody has to understand.
Down dark alleys and in the deepest, darkest
Parts of my fragile soul while losing all traces
Of who I want to be. In my vulnerable, starkest
Moments I was completely alone and begging
For someone to love me but had no right to be
Loving me for who I am now. He was pegging
Me as someone beautiful but was also lost. We
Both used to be searching for the same things
In life like complete freedom and feeling like
We belong, but he has already found his wings.
Along his road he has located his lucky strike
Of lightning while I am still walking this road
To recovery and healing myself. I am kicking
My bad habits to make room for a lighter load.
It is when someone stops scratching or picking
At old scars and wounds to heal. I am just only
Human and so is he. I hope I am able to forgive
Him so we can move on. My heart, less lonely
Than it was before will be revived and live
On again. I am on my own journey, path and
Road to recovery nobody has to understand.
Written by eswaller
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Anonymous
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Whispers,spoons and needles
Rituals unite and the needle does bite. Smashed to dust or dissolving with liquids might. Stirred undisturbed or a new method unseen. Straight point to nectar or from cotton that's lean. Thump, Thump let the bubbles rise. Patience unheard of in our eyes. Tie it off at its neck. Straight get it on with no flex. A taste in the back of the throat. Warming involved all through the host. Foggy vision and a vision blurred. A moment of bliss and nothing's heard. Rinse it out or toss it away. Depending on the night to make it through another day.Zoned in and now zoning out. A blast of that juice and winning the bout. No time to chill, relax or kick the fuck back. Whispers, the spoon to the needle and I whisper back. A conversation that's all to familiar. Call me crazy but I'm wanting to kill her. I just did the last of what I had. Back to the grind that's all we have. A sad state of lonely affairs. Addicted to what's controlling, obsessive, And unfair. So I hit the streets and do what I do best. Nothing simple, nothing plain just surviving the dope quest. How long will she go, no body knows. A motherfucker I tell you, and I don't lie. I think of all that's lost but today I can't cry. For emotions are strangled,mangled and can't be felt. The power of this crystal has been dealt.Another bag, another fix, and still cycling like a teenage bitch. May God have mercy on me and them. Or at least give us strength to resist the temp.
Written by Sweetry
(Insanitys fuse)
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A stony path
To be that place that you despise
To see contempt
That sympathy that shows but oh to quickly goes
To slip so many times
To walk the path of Jim Morrison
The dead eyes that stare the last song unshared
To inhabit you from the social crowd
To a giant black and threatening cloud
I could not find the summoned strength
To know how addicts free themselves
To ween and fail and try again
To feel the wretchedness
The memory of the rush remains
How many times to grit your teeth
Walk the straight line upon a stony path
And come out the other side
And raise the torch like liberty
And shout with a belief "now I'm clean"
To see contempt
That sympathy that shows but oh to quickly goes
To slip so many times
To walk the path of Jim Morrison
The dead eyes that stare the last song unshared
To inhabit you from the social crowd
To a giant black and threatening cloud
I could not find the summoned strength
To know how addicts free themselves
To ween and fail and try again
To feel the wretchedness
The memory of the rush remains
How many times to grit your teeth
Walk the straight line upon a stony path
And come out the other side
And raise the torch like liberty
And shout with a belief "now I'm clean"
Written by slipalong
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Final countdown
Needle in hand,
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
Written by PleasuresOfPain
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One Last Time
"Just one more hit
One more swig
One more click and I am done",
The thought runs fast through my mind,
But it’s a lie I tell when I try to convince myself
That it will all pass if it just do it "one last time".
I gotta have it but it’s more than just a habit,
I’m sick with an illness I can’t fix myself,
If I want to get better then I better ask for help,
It’s the choice I need to make first.
Deep down I know I will always struggle with it,
But I gotta get my priorities straight,
Do I want to lose everything I own, know and love?
Because one last time will leave me in dire straits.
I think of the consequences,
It brings me back to my senses to gain control,
I won’t act on impulse although it’s never that simple,
It’s a fight that will never get old.
Maybe somewhere down the road in the distance,
I’ll look back at these days trying to find strength,
It was an affliction but I was able to beat my addiction,
Understanding myself more in depth.
"Just one more hit
One more swig
One more click and I am done",
The thought runs fast through my mind,
But it’s a lie I tell when I try to convince myself
That it will all pass if it just do it "one last time".
I gotta have it but it’s more than just a habit,
I’m sick with an illness I can’t fix myself,
If I want to get better then I better ask for help,
It’s the choice I need to make first.
Deep down I know I will always struggle with it,
But I gotta get my priorities straight,
Do I want to lose everything I own, know and love?
Because one last time will leave me in dire straits.
I think of the consequences,
It brings me back to my senses to gain control,
I won’t act on impulse although it’s never that simple,
It’s a fight that will never get old.
Maybe somewhere down the road in the distance,
I’ll look back at these days trying to find strength,
It was an affliction but I was able to beat my addiction,
Understanding myself more in depth.
Erase
Can you tell me who I am?
I tend to forget
These feelings swarm my soul
So I never remember
Once I was beautiful
I’m now a wreck
Stoned and high wreck
Pressure is too much and I can't help it
So please help me
I’m not who I’m supposed to be
When the Monster wants
I do what he pleas
Every memory aches
Awakes
I’m so baked
Erase
My coke cakes
Awaits for my arrival
He senses my needs
But I’m only a tease
I try
Re-apply
My mind
Caressed and covered
Beat to a pulp
I’m...High
Strung out
On a thread
Hung to dry
Heat seeps into my skin
I need to please him
On the rim
My light...
So dim...
I lost my control
He rapes my soul
And a burden takes its toll
"Mommy please help me
I can’t find your soil"
My body can’t plant the seed
My soil provides no feed
So I read
And realize I can’t bear
My flower can’t grow
Because you reap what you sow
And this is my punishment
You can’t make a fire
Without a flint
I’m bent
This way and that
That's why I spat
Monster I’m fat
On cash so I choke
Here I am...
Empty pockets filled with coke
I revoke
Relapse
Back to who I am
I’m surrounded
I’m canned
I throw myself under the bus
Just because
No one else can
There so afraid
I take the blame
The Monsters game
Turns my lame into fame
I reconcile
With no one
Monster I’m done
You can’t trick me
I’m not your rubbish
Don't punish
What you create
Hate
Me for who I am
Heroine needles in my hand
On the bed where I land
Covered in bands
Stripped
Of dignity
To bold to face
My reality I can’t taste
You put me in a new place
Erase
My memory from who I used to be
I’m still not me
No one offers help
I yelp
I’m not heard
Miles where you lured
Me into your trap
Your crap
I can’t ever get away
Your predator I’m prey
Cat and mouse game you have me play
That I despise
But love
Every
Little
Lie
Your right
Maybe I should
Drop under ground
Buried six feet down
I frown
Look upon me
I’m a follower
I try
To keep on the track
But always find I’m going back
I retract
Like a severed artery
I bleed out
Become a victim
of another crime
Another hollow skull
That takes role
But you always come first
A thirst
Never satisfied
Monster please take a rest
I’m tired of trying
To do my best
I’m flushed
Enough I've gushed.
Enough I've erased.
I tend to forget
These feelings swarm my soul
So I never remember
Once I was beautiful
I’m now a wreck
Stoned and high wreck
Pressure is too much and I can't help it
So please help me
I’m not who I’m supposed to be
When the Monster wants
I do what he pleas
Every memory aches
Awakes
I’m so baked
Erase
My coke cakes
Awaits for my arrival
He senses my needs
But I’m only a tease
I try
Re-apply
My mind
Caressed and covered
Beat to a pulp
I’m...High
Strung out
On a thread
Hung to dry
Heat seeps into my skin
I need to please him
On the rim
My light...
So dim...
I lost my control
He rapes my soul
And a burden takes its toll
"Mommy please help me
I can’t find your soil"
My body can’t plant the seed
My soil provides no feed
So I read
And realize I can’t bear
My flower can’t grow
Because you reap what you sow
And this is my punishment
You can’t make a fire
Without a flint
I’m bent
This way and that
That's why I spat
Monster I’m fat
On cash so I choke
Here I am...
Empty pockets filled with coke
I revoke
Relapse
Back to who I am
I’m surrounded
I’m canned
I throw myself under the bus
Just because
No one else can
There so afraid
I take the blame
The Monsters game
Turns my lame into fame
I reconcile
With no one
Monster I’m done
You can’t trick me
I’m not your rubbish
Don't punish
What you create
Hate
Me for who I am
Heroine needles in my hand
On the bed where I land
Covered in bands
Stripped
Of dignity
To bold to face
My reality I can’t taste
You put me in a new place
Erase
My memory from who I used to be
I’m still not me
No one offers help
I yelp
I’m not heard
Miles where you lured
Me into your trap
Your crap
I can’t ever get away
Your predator I’m prey
Cat and mouse game you have me play
That I despise
But love
Every
Little
Lie
Your right
Maybe I should
Drop under ground
Buried six feet down
I frown
Look upon me
I’m a follower
I try
To keep on the track
But always find I’m going back
I retract
Like a severed artery
I bleed out
Become a victim
of another crime
Another hollow skull
That takes role
But you always come first
A thirst
Never satisfied
Monster please take a rest
I’m tired of trying
To do my best
I’m flushed
Enough I've gushed.
Enough I've erased.
Written by Bethy
(Bbbethy)
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