Submissions by LaKu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When I was younger I thought that poetry had rules and what I was writing was rubbish. In time I learned that there are no rules in poetry, no fouls to commit, there is only your naked soul, laid down there. Exposed, but more secure than ever.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2017 1:43pm
12th Apr 2017 1:43pm
Uncertainty
So here I am writing again, only I only have one hand. No no, they didn't cut it off or something, it's half paralyzed and it hurts like it was bitten by a rabid dog from hell. I fell into a coma, my body shut down from the constant drug abuse, I was unconscious for about 10 days and another 15 in ICU. Now I am in rehab on my way for a 6-7 month course and I have never felt so lost in my life. I don't know what awaits me down that rabbit hole and since I don't have drugs to keep me in check, it scares the living shit out of me. I think of relapsing every single day, fuck everything and go...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2016 6:07pm
21st Apr 2016 6:07pm
Writers block...
I am writer, it is my way to express my feelings and take what I have deep inside of me out in the open, work on them and eventually solve them, but for some time now I can't write shit, I start thinking of something to write, but something won't let me. It is suffocating like the hand of a dark ghost grappling my neck squeezing my life essence out of me day by day. I can't fight it, I am left completely paralyzed like I live a recurring nightmare over and over again... I lost weight, I fell off the wagon again, I feel like shit, I feel alone despite I am surrounded by people. That dark...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 1:19am
21st Nov 2015 1:19am
Hell, is it me you are looking for?
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2015 4:19am
4th Nov 2015 4:19am
When I clean up, I clean up good!
I am a drug addict, I have been one for way too many years. After a really bad breakup and a worse relapse I have been struggling with severe depression as well, no matter if I use or not, I feel like shit all day long. The only time I find some kind of solace is when I sleep, which does not happen really often, especially in the last weeks. Anyway, my room was really fucked up, it was dirty, it had clothes on the floor, clothes on the bed, clothes on the chair, clothes on the walls (well I kind of that as a decoration, but most of these clothes were dusted and misplaced), well it was really...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2015 3:26am
4th Aug 2015 3:26am
Be there
Be there
It's been a while since I wrote anything inspiring and this just hit me. Everyone at some point in their lives have realized that they made a mistake, one lead to another and another, to another one. Mistake after mistake usually, you end up finding yourself at an unfamiliar place, connections lost, no service, middle of the sea, lost. You can't go back, shit, no one can turn time around, but brother don't lose hope, don't make another mistake just yet, don't give up, because the moment you give up, this was it, go home in a box food for worms. You know what? I am not a...
It's been a while since I wrote anything inspiring and this just hit me. Everyone at some point in their lives have realized that they made a mistake, one lead to another and another, to another one. Mistake after mistake usually, you end up finding yourself at an unfamiliar place, connections lost, no service, middle of the sea, lost. You can't go back, shit, no one can turn time around, but brother don't lose hope, don't make another mistake just yet, don't give up, because the moment you give up, this was it, go home in a box food for worms. You know what? I am not a...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2015 1:47am
8th May 2015 1:47am
A crazy like me v2.0
A crazy like me
nobody can be
be able to see
to think believe
a crazy like me
what do people see
what they want from me
darkness darkness darkness
a crazy like me is all he can give
a crazy like me to weird to live
too lazy to live
too smart just to die
a crazy like me aw what he will be
the best of the best or the worst of the worst
a crazy like me
well you will just have to see…
nobody can be
be able to see
to think believe
a crazy like me
what do people see
what they want from me
darkness darkness darkness
a crazy like me is all he can give
a crazy like me to weird to live
too lazy to live
too smart just to die
a crazy like me aw what he will be
the best of the best or the worst of the worst
a crazy like me
well you will just have to see…
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th May 2015 11:58pm
7th May 2015 11:58pm
The Usuals
I saw an old friend today
She was 10kg lighter and bent like a pocket knife
I went and talked to her to see how she’s doing
She answered with lowered eyes and a slow voice
I am fine I had a bit too much but it’s ok
You don’t look ok I thought
I am ok too I said
I knew that we were both lying
But it’s ok
It’s always ok
You try to give strength and hope
When you don’t have it yourself
It costs nothing
Except some more stains in your conscience
If there is any left
She was 10kg lighter and bent like a pocket knife
I went and talked to her to see how she’s doing
She answered with lowered eyes and a slow voice
I am fine I had a bit too much but it’s ok
You don’t look ok I thought
I am ok too I said
I knew that we were both lying
But it’s ok
It’s always ok
You try to give strength and hope
When you don’t have it yourself
It costs nothing
Except some more stains in your conscience
If there is any left
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Aug 2013 7:29pm
5th Aug 2013 7:29pm
Life of a junkie 1/5/2013
It's 8:59 am, I went out with friends again today but I didn't really wanted to. All i wanted was to meet with a friend so we would split the cost for my drugs. I was sick all day, nose to my chin, cramps, stomach ache, joint pain, you name it, I felt it. After I lied to my mom so i can get some extra money i needed I took half a gram from my dealer, he put some extra as always and he also gave me a bump to taste it right on. I snorted that bump and called my friend.
"Hey mate, sup?"
"Hey, I am home chillin. What you up to?"
"Just taking a walk and I was...
"Hey mate, sup?"
"Hey, I am home chillin. What you up to?"
"Just taking a walk and I was...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 4:39pm
21st Jan 2013 4:39pm
happy f**king birthday
happy birthday to me
survived another year
here
I am
I get calls
I get texts
I have people that care for
me
and all I care is if
YOU
ever think of me
so alone
with tears
on your
missed
chicks
survived another year
here
I am
I get calls
I get texts
I have people that care for
me
and all I care is if
YOU
ever think of me
so alone
with tears
on your
missed
chicks
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