Poetry competition CLOSED 24th May 2013 8:34pm
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Abracadabra
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Tori88
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 19th May 2013
Forum Posts: 4

Wow, that was absolutely amazing.

Tori88
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 19th May 2013
Forum Posts: 4

Such a sad story

Tori88
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 19th May 2013
Forum Posts: 4

Really great.

Abracadabra
Tyrant of Words
Kiribati 21awards
Joined 13th Nov 2009
Forum Posts: 2597

My Dead Junkie Lover

The rules    
were always:      
Don't party in the ashtrays      
& please    
no needles      
to clean up off the floor      

But they were my rules      
never hers      
 
I realized    
she was flying      
the night I called her    
on my way home      
Her voice    
feigning stray cat familiar      
cracked and foolish    
beyond repair      
 
Then the lights      
flashing slowly  
at the corner of our block  
blues and reds looming closer      
until I knew  
it had to be her  
 
Pale limbs    
stiffening too soon      
like a baby under a blanket    
they carry her out    
while Death's surprise  
grins from a bubble of air      
     
So no more    
final chances  
no more last goodbyes    
Shit promises of rehab
brittle as the wind
not even a frozen kiss      
haunting the summer night
   

blu_ice
Twisted Dreamer
Australia
Joined 30th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 14

                             Old Habits

  I thought I'd write a poem to describe just where it is I'm at.
  I've revisited a habit from the past, can only blame myself for that.
  From one small seed...
  To a full grown weed...
  The want has turned into greed.
  The greed has turned into need.
  I fear it will never heed.
  It's in my veins that it breeds.
  Praying on my weakness to live and feed.
  The only thing that's guaranteed.
  Is its an uphill battle with this drug called speed.
  I need to be strong and hold it back.
  I need all my ammunition to defend its attack.
  Now it's up to me to just say no.
  Next time I get the urge to go.
  I think it's wishfull thinking, well actually I know.



lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14455

and though they shake my hand
they still search for some kind of tell
says I'm high
I see them, out of the corner of my eye
taking stock of their valuables

she's the worst of them all
because on some level
I almost wish the plague back upon me
so as to not let her down
almost, want to put her out of her misery





 
 

lightbaron
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 19th Jan 2012
Forum Posts: 2374

"shouldn't say"


this is going to be something  
that I shouldn't have written.  
 
First off,  
it ain't of no thoroughbred whimsy;  
courted through a chandelier  
of crystalline cat-calls  
 
no,  
 
it's the only whore  
drunk enough  
 
to be seen
with me.
 
 
Four, or  
six in the morning  
at the bathroom mirror;  
 
a back-alley physician  
with duct-taped hemostats  
and tweezers  
worn well enough  
to have aided  
the mummification  
of Akhenaton,  
 
obliterating  
any area of dermis  
that even considers blemish.  
 
This is something  
that I shouldn't have written  
 
because  
 
my shopping lists  
are too honest,  
 
and no one believes it's allergies anyway.


note* an older write


lightbaron
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 19th Jan 2012
Forum Posts: 2374

"early registry"



been plotting    
a bit lately    
with the poltergeists of past,    
self-diagnosis    
and its medicine    
   
it's not memory    
or nostalgia    
 
no  
 
   the rogue electricians    
   have rewired    
   the roadways    
     
it's an alternate list of necessity    
as decreed by auto-shrink    
   
   1. breathe (if need be)    
   2. oil the escape hatch    
   3. everything else    
   
regret is for tomorrows couch,    
and tomorrow has been banished from the list    
       
these are not the ignoring type    
of banshees    
   
these are the shrieks of shadows  
that you sew your mouth shut  
   
or  
   
you sing along to



note* yup, an older write, a very familiar neighborhood

Jasmine05
Firebird
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 12th June 2012
Forum Posts: 344

Pacing back and forth
I open and close the closet
fighting myself yet another night
grabbing my secret
I press it to my chest
promising myself ill only inhale once
everything becomes a blurr
my ears ring
and my throats dry
I cannot feel my legs
and my arms lay limp at my sides
scrunching my eyes against the light
I kick my feet trying to find myself
through this numb haze
I can hear the metal bottle click against my foot
and of all things i smile
laughing at myself
curling on my side
I clutch the covers in both hands
and whisper to my pillow
"See its OK I'm still alive, I never die"
this is what i tell myself many nights
before i come down from the warm feeling
that's sinks in the pit of my stomach
the only evidence of an addict
is her eyes


lightbaron
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 19th Jan 2012
Forum Posts: 2374

"binary"


we are all made      
from the stuff  
of stars      
fact.  
       
enough right there      
to paint something pretty      
   
but      
       
right now      
we are the stuff from stars      
inside bodies that bloom      
and rot      
     
rot, that seems to affect us
more than not      
       
your sickness appears      
to match my own, my dear      
let me draw a bath      
     
you need to bleed      
and I just need warmth      
       
let us hold hands      
and lash out at reason      
when the debt from dependence      
is due      
       
nestle my starstuff      
into your weakness      
       
and until we see sky      
worth shining in      
let us implode together      
   
binary        
   
and call it love



note* also a prewrite, but of a different dependence

anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
15awards
Joined 24th Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 3367

death swept away by just
one
breath
more
until i wouldn't mind dying today
or any day as long as a second ago stays the same
not much, not
a lot of anything to be
if less than human,
if not a corpse
and very quickly not enough

one
and one
and one
one
more

Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
Spain 8awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 2915

Love a gamble

The Key

Ready stack those racks
get your head in the game
big cash, tonight on the
felt I'm marked for death
 
Maniac tonight, raise me
mother fucker..Right back
atcha you got the balls
to play this game?
 
Coolered ran my Ace Queen
into trip queens
two aces in there dealer?
Poker yea she a harsh mistress
putting off the reload,
need to gather the head..
 
Five/Ten go home fucking donk,
"Getting our gamble on boys?"
Sit me down with 80bb
short night, table
loose as a red light night out
 
Like a war out there
AGRESSION key,
triple barrel bluff the
RIVER brings the five,
decided a tricky trap
check check,
Reraise lets gamble
two pair...
 
No good mate the poker god's
Shine as I catch my nine..
Poker like karma
works both ways


13
Dangerous Mind
India 17awards
Joined 25th June 2011
Forum Posts: 679

Cigarette

Give me a ruse. Give me a need.
Such trifling desires are reserved for the weak.
I'll be weak for you.
I'll sell my soul to feel you in me.

You're an enigma.
Your Venomous leaves, your putrid embrace, your beacon ignites, glowing like fire.
Revitalizing.
Rivet me in your bluish gray mist. You bring order to chaos.
You spring hope in devastated hearts.
Sweet soldier of death you! Never leave me.
Your tests I will stand. Your torture I can't resist.

My best friend.
My worst enemy.
Innocence in disguise.
Humble and kind.
Unrelenting misery cloaked in ecstasy.
Lay upon me, euphoria I so crave for.
You will be the death of me.
And in my death you shall become eternal.

The instrument of self destruction.
You scream in silent agony. Your horrid melodies pamper my senses.
You've gripped me so. I'm addicted to your madness, this hunger you chain me to.
A slave to you, forever. Release me never.
Yours truly.

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Abracadabra
Tyrant of Words
Kiribati 21awards
Joined 13th Nov 2009
Forum Posts: 2597

Thirsty

The bottle moved without me  
its top unscrewed  
and poured
My glass was waiting patiently  
it knew I wanted more  

The bottle laughed without me  
its top unscrewed  
and poured
My glass was waiting patiently  
it knew I wanted more  

The bottle danced without me  
its top unscrewed  
and poured
My glass was waiting patiently  
it knew I wanted more  

The bottle sang without me  
its top unscrewed  
and poured
My glass was waiting patiently  
it knew I wanted more  

The bottle cried without me  
its top unscrewed  
and poured
My glass was waiting patiently  
it knew I wanted more

And now the bottle's empty
in pieces on the floor
I dance, I sing, I laugh, I cry
and still I
thirst for more



 
 

casperandsoup
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 26th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 26

A Choice

I'm not quite sure what I want
A bullet to my head
Or a needle in my arm.

One kills my body
The other kills my soul
Both have suffered far too long.

I'll probably do neither
I'll lie here and try to convince myself
Better days will be coming soon.

I've been down this road before
I know the better days are a lie
If they even come, they are fleeting.

I'm an agnostic, sometimes atheist
But I'm also a hypocrite
Denying God exists in one breath and cursing him the next

I'm nothing but a hypocrite
Because I don't believe in heaven
But too scared to kill myself for a fear of hell.

Give me the needle
It works better than any of the scrips
The so called professionals prescribed

At least then my life
Seems to at least be tolerable
And there are actual moments of pleasure.

Maybe it's time to return to my religion
The holy symbols and tools
Of the plastic cross and metal spoon.

The drugs the body and the water the blood
With both parts of my Christ
In my veins I become whole.

Oh the curse you call addiction
But since I consider it my religion
I call it devotion.

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