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Drug Usage & Addiction Poetry

Countrygirl96
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Poetry Contest

Submit a poem on the topic of Drug Use and Addiction. Capture the real effects and struggles addicts go through daily.
Guidelines
*Poem Length doesn't matter
*Short Stories are NOT accepted
*It can be Old or New

Countrygirl96
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Hooked Cocaine

Cadence is hooked on cocaine sitting in the streets
Skin and bones and no where to go besides alley to alley
The only firends are the druggies that feed her supply  
Boyfirend as fucked up as she is on a hour by hour routine  
Cadence needs an escape from the drug but she doesn't know where to start
Cocaine and fucking are her only two hobbies  
Not just her boyfirend but anyone who is willing
Cocaine has made poor Cadence this way  
Pregnant and still trying to escape the drug Cadence is on the run
Robbed a drug store for that test that shows two pink lines
She wants what's best for her baby and it's not her
Cadence doesn't know how to be a mother only how to use Cocaine
How can she be something that she never had
Cocaine killed her mother and dad run off when she was only two  
Handcuffs locked around Cadence's wrists and shoved in a cop car
"You street scum." The officer hissed before slamming the door
Looking down to her belly maybe this will be her escape
She could get sober and protect her baby the only way she knows how
Nine months later in a prison hospital Cadence delivers a healthy baby girl
Looking down at her before CPS takes her away
If only I would have been sober I could have been a mother to that little girl
Cadence was hooked on cocaine but now she's stuck behind bars
Doing twenty to life trying to forget that demon cocaine
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Northern_Soul
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DreamIllusions
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I was...

I was 17 when he came at me
Shoved inside and stole from me
I forgot to eat, forgot to sleep
Most of all forgot to weep

I was 18 when my sister cried
Our mom had left us in the night
Left a note, left us no lifeboat
Most of all, left us with lumps in our throats

I was 19 when the car hit her
Took her away and I screamed and cried for her
I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t talk
Most of all I was just stood in shock

I was 20 when I stole the pills
For the first time I found relief and still
I took more, I took too many
Most of the bottle until my dad found out

Somewhere in there I started to cut
Attack and scar and silently shut
Out the world out my dad
Most of all I shut out myself

And stole more pills

I was…time was lost along the way
The sun melted into the bay
Nothing mattered, it never would
Unless I could have, just one more pill
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robert43041
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Drug usage and addiction

Maybe smoking ''regular '' cigarettes
Has little to do with Addiction
Because it is accepted socially
(Though less today as in former times
Such as those of the Malboro man...
Who also died of cancer)
But it is an addiction nonetheless,
Pretty much like beer and other forms
Of alcohol.
You fall in the grips of these demons
You then are a victim
And so are your loved ones.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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crimsin
Unveiling
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alcoholic crucifixion

           
         
she blithely looked out the window          
as the raw day chewed glass          
a cruel sun cast aspersions          
on an already downcast woman          
           
~          
           
scouring the garden for alcohol          
from a party the night before          
with a look of disgust realizing            
there were no discards          
           
~          
           
knowing what lay ahead of her          
she wept inside herself          
then crept to a darkened corner          
in her home searching for a place to hide          
           
~          
           
scathing are the days with no booze          
to chase the edge off already weary bones          
whilst clinging to what sanity she has left          
           
~          
           
opens the cupboard a dusty bottle of scotch found          
salvation in this amber elixir            
           
~          
           
live to be crucified another day           
           
           
           
           
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crimsin
Unveiling
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Heroin Hell

 

turn the key on my pain
it will flow like a sewer
so full of shit

howling demons
that torment nightly
drugs injected in my neck

in night terrors
phantom relief given
it almost feels like I got off

just to waken
with the fiery breath of addiction
scorching my back

it's pure agony
hellish feeling
with the want of drugs

except wisdom says
too many family members count on me
so I walk the dry druggie walk

I'm an addict who isn't using
used to shoot up in my breasts
hell any vein I could find really

I'll see you demons in my nightmares
I know what awaits me in the future
sees your dead eyes nightly

you've finger fucked my soul
It's got a hole in it
It's named Heroin








*Author's note inspired by pain not dealt with











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Onceler123
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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
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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-                                      
                                     
 
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RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
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Corroboration Station

          
           
The jury wants the  
death penalty          
We've got information                    
packed behind          
a murder for hire case          
           
He moves weight          
and the distro          
hit out for coffee          
twenty two          
days ago          
           
There's DNA            
A 9mm seed planted            
in the refrigerator          
Three empty          
coke bags            
hiding in the
underwear drawer          
and a burner          
in his pocket          
           
The evidence
won't hold up a
conviction          
It might make            
the runner sing  
from speculation    
           
The prosecution will call    
that the dead woman          
took files to the grave          
with her wedding ring          
           
Truth be told          
The judge
held the gun          
in the boot of a            
Mercedes and          
           
the kids have waited            
months            
to switch clothes          
and hang a prison guard          
           
I can't hide from myself          
And you can't hide from real life.          
         
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
 
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mysteriouslady
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Cocaine~laced Whiskey

One drop  
one lick  
one sniff
is
all
you
need

Yet the craving never leaves

Goblets overflow
lips, tits and nose  
wearing the kiss of death
lightly sprinkled from Satan's snow white glitter

Lick it up
sniff it up
just dont fuck it up

Will you welcome all of her lies?

Wash it all down fast and hard
body becomes numb yet alive
nothing else compares
nothing else matters  

Cocaine~laced whiskey
sexy beast screams my name
strength in numbers they say
a fifth peppered with a gram is my fucking equation


Only the strong survive

This is penance all wrapped up in one
no holy water needed
unless its amber colored
dusted heavily

Red~stained kisses
tickled with snow
smelling of stale bars  
have always been my favorite

no one ever gets absolved for free



Onceler123
Oncerler
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“Body becomes numb yet alive” wow u got that spot on!

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