Submissions by BadTrip
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2018 3:00am
21st Jan 2018 3:00am
The short lived effect of cocaine, at best. Totally not like meth.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2018 2:41am
21st Jan 2018 2:41am
Trying to stay clean
Hello guys.
Wishing you all the best.
It has been some time since I last wrote here.
Last time I wrote here was when I was in the army, and a crystal meth addict.
Right now I'm in the Netherlands, studying European Law.
Yet I am still an addict.
Even though around three weeks have passed since I last used, I most certainly booked my way home soon, and thereby back to base with more of my baby.
Anyhow, poetry is one of the best remedies for the mind and heart.
Enjoy, my inner dialogue.
I wanna see who feels like me, or can relate.
You...
Wishing you all the best.
It has been some time since I last wrote here.
Last time I wrote here was when I was in the army, and a crystal meth addict.
Right now I'm in the Netherlands, studying European Law.
Yet I am still an addict.
Even though around three weeks have passed since I last used, I most certainly booked my way home soon, and thereby back to base with more of my baby.
Anyhow, poetry is one of the best remedies for the mind and heart.
Enjoy, my inner dialogue.
I wanna see who feels like me, or can relate.
You...
#drugs
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2017 7:11pm
12th Feb 2017 7:11pm
As time passes.
Dancing alone at night, till dawn,
Trembling, shaking uncontrollably, I'm weak and really cold, so fucking cold..
Starting to feel more and more like a drug addicted pawn, like a stray , hungry dog,
But sadly, I don't eat anymore..
My features are changing, I ain't myself, a heartless monster is slowly being born..
I cannot quit, there is no stop, murdering my self with passion, enjoying the scars left by the blood clots,
tick tock tick tock, I'm going down, tasting the ground, my roots are stuck and infested,
I can defy you all, but not the clock.. ...
Trembling, shaking uncontrollably, I'm weak and really cold, so fucking cold..
Starting to feel more and more like a drug addicted pawn, like a stray , hungry dog,
But sadly, I don't eat anymore..
My features are changing, I ain't myself, a heartless monster is slowly being born..
I cannot quit, there is no stop, murdering my self with passion, enjoying the scars left by the blood clots,
tick tock tick tock, I'm going down, tasting the ground, my roots are stuck and infested,
I can defy you all, but not the clock.. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2016 11:21am
10th Oct 2016 11:21am
For You..
Here I am, trying to survive, day and night playing with life,
avoiding what's right, the feelings so bright, my mind is just a bit more than fine at slaying what's kind, and nice.
The best of my kind I have become, just like a bottle of the most aromatic, fruity , refined, bloody, red wine, designed to catch you by surprise..
Trading money, risking lives, lying with my devilish smile hiding my sharpened teeth behind it,
gambling with eternal silence just to feel a bit alive, you know..
Adrenaline and shit, is like the best damn hit of the meth
that I have...
avoiding what's right, the feelings so bright, my mind is just a bit more than fine at slaying what's kind, and nice.
The best of my kind I have become, just like a bottle of the most aromatic, fruity , refined, bloody, red wine, designed to catch you by surprise..
Trading money, risking lives, lying with my devilish smile hiding my sharpened teeth behind it,
gambling with eternal silence just to feel a bit alive, you know..
Adrenaline and shit, is like the best damn hit of the meth
that I have...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 2:31pm
19th Apr 2016 2:31pm
Little girl just turn your back on me.. I think..
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 1:02pm
19th Apr 2016 1:02pm
Modern Society..
Surrounded by him and her and him and her and this and that and them. Lucky you, everyone's your friend. You got everyone's attention, but you're all alone in your head. They're all the same.in the end. Perhaps they're just a tool for you to progress, get ahead. In case you havent read, it's the new trend. How miserable, I feel sorry for you. You are so desperately lonely , but important, for.this and.that, and these and those purposes. Pleasure, pain , drugs, cash, company, happiness, security , sex, and whatever else. Fiends. You little bastard, you are amused. I love it, you are so cute,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 7:51am
18th Apr 2016 7:51am
The outcome
Pain and regret, is all that is left. I lost the bet a long time ago. I dont mind though. I tried my best.
Sober, and in mad distress, I punch the wall hopelessly, trying to cleanse myself of the demon that is haunting me. The blood stains are all over me, some even turned black. No matter how many times I wash my hands and body,they will never leave, as they are a part of me now. ...
Sober, and in mad distress, I punch the wall hopelessly, trying to cleanse myself of the demon that is haunting me. The blood stains are all over me, some even turned black. No matter how many times I wash my hands and body,they will never leave, as they are a part of me now. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 7:14am
18th Apr 2016 7:14am
The mirror
When I inspect myself in the mirror, besides the countless scars upon my body due to my self destructive nature, I see numerous faces. I see a dumb motherfucker who is unable to efficiently complete a single task on time, without assistance, or remember a single detail of importance. Sometimes, I see the reflection of a shy boy who lacks the communication skills, and the confidence to approach a woman, or a sales person, for instance. I can also see a smart motherfucker, whom you can rely on, as he will solve any type of problem, in his own, special, way, and will accomplish anything he...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th May 2015 10:29am
11th May 2015 10:29am
Impact of Meth
A little lie won't do no hurt..
Besides it's truth for you, the truth is in your head.
Thinking of my mother , I wish I was dead
I blame myself, I hate myself and I'm filled with regret.
I'm not myself. I'm my disguise, but she knows me so well..she understands my lies and they damage her health.
I can sense it , she does not feel so well, and looks kind of ill.
What have I done, this angel had been tortured enough already,
and I contribute to her psychological death.
As a young girl she was alone in the world, bombshells,deaths,sumbissiveness,
abusing...
Besides it's truth for you, the truth is in your head.
Thinking of my mother , I wish I was dead
I blame myself, I hate myself and I'm filled with regret.
I'm not myself. I'm my disguise, but she knows me so well..she understands my lies and they damage her health.
I can sense it , she does not feel so well, and looks kind of ill.
What have I done, this angel had been tortured enough already,
and I contribute to her psychological death.
As a young girl she was alone in the world, bombshells,deaths,sumbissiveness,
abusing...
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