Submissions by Ririlikeretard82 (Chirie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have written poetry since I was around 8 yrs old. It has been my saving grace most of my life.
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd May 2021 3:22pm
23rd May 2021 3:22pm
This sickness
This sickness it quickens
Gets worse every time.
Gut wrenches
Stomach clinches
All u need is a dime
Hot flashes
Skin rashes
Headaches the mind
It slashes.
Can't sleep can't eat
Praying for death
With every heart beat.
The heater on high
The fan always blows
Will this b the last time
No one really knows.
Laying on the floor
Fragile hands search
For just one more.
One more brief pause
One more moment
Of clarity purpose cause
One more second of
Emotional release
One more...
Gets worse every time.
Gut wrenches
Stomach clinches
All u need is a dime
Hot flashes
Skin rashes
Headaches the mind
It slashes.
Can't sleep can't eat
Praying for death
With every heart beat.
The heater on high
The fan always blows
Will this b the last time
No one really knows.
Laying on the floor
Fragile hands search
For just one more.
One more brief pause
One more moment
Of clarity purpose cause
One more second of
Emotional release
One more...
#addiction
474 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd May 2021 8:15am
23rd May 2021 8:15am
Always my friend
#depression
#addiction
358 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2020 6:51pm
29th Jan 2020 6:51pm
The wagon
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#confusion
#despair
544 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2019 11:08pm
29th Dec 2019 11:08pm
Addicted Hate
#allihad #addictionmyconstant #chemicallybeautiful
Our pockets are always empty
But the corners full of lint
Running through the streets
Just chasing that next hit
Laying on the floor
We've completely lost all hope
For any dream we may of had
Was shattered by this dope.
Burnt fingertips, crusty dry lips
The only bit of normalcy we see
Is in our needle.tip.
Cloudy judgement, smoke filled.rooms
Constantly dwelling in the bottom of our spoons
Junkies, dope fiends, just surviving in the sack
Thinking we would give...
Our pockets are always empty
But the corners full of lint
Running through the streets
Just chasing that next hit
Laying on the floor
We've completely lost all hope
For any dream we may of had
Was shattered by this dope.
Burnt fingertips, crusty dry lips
The only bit of normalcy we see
Is in our needle.tip.
Cloudy judgement, smoke filled.rooms
Constantly dwelling in the bottom of our spoons
Junkies, dope fiends, just surviving in the sack
Thinking we would give...
#sadness
#hate
#dark
#emptiness
#bittersweet
1361 reads
9 Comments
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