Submissions by Sweetry (Insanitys fuse)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a free soul, troubled, and addicted to more than I'm not. I ve taken, and now give back to heal my wounds. I will always be me and always will speak. I'm a mess, but truly blessed.
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 3:06am
4th Nov 2016 3:06am
back again
Im stuck within. Coming back again. Walls so thin. Blending in. Bending out. Standing out. Folding in. Full of sin. Angelic drama. Demonic lava. Confused and amused. Reused and abused. Tried and convicted. Released to bleed. Forever clever. Tomorrow forever.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2016 6:11am
16th Oct 2016 6:11am
Disaster Master.
Fuck this is fucked, as I slam the door and get out of my truck. My wallets lost, nothing gained and I'm stuck with feelings of the same. I fall short, I gain little and it gets old, I wish I could fold. I come up, I go down and always almost drown. I don't believe suicide is an answer. But if I could pull the trigger I might take a Chance at her. Something inside me wants to shout out My ideas and run about.
. I seem to let down all those who care. From my mind of mayhem to the walls that Hold me. For all I conquer I lose ground to the beasts that control me. I'm nothing special and...
. I seem to let down all those who care. From my mind of mayhem to the walls that Hold me. For all I conquer I lose ground to the beasts that control me. I'm nothing special and...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2016 6:27pm
2nd Jun 2016 6:27pm
open up
I said to the one up against the wall. I want your soul like I want them all. I like what it is that's in front of me. Don't run, don't sream and you will see.
Trust me my son and let me help you. Don't fight the feeling when your feeling blue. Its my desire and living dream. To catch your tears and capture your screams.
Take my hand and follow me. Take this bag and for now its free. Remember I told you to trust in me. Don't ever doubt my love for thee.
I know you may have Heard bad things. About me and what others believe. I realize your weary but trust in me. For...
Trust me my son and let me help you. Don't fight the feeling when your feeling blue. Its my desire and living dream. To catch your tears and capture your screams.
Take my hand and follow me. Take this bag and for now its free. Remember I told you to trust in me. Don't ever doubt my love for thee.
I know you may have Heard bad things. About me and what others believe. I realize your weary but trust in me. For...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2016 8:57am
1st Jun 2016 8:57am
blood
Blue from inside.
Red outside of hide.
Gag or smile.
Purple in saturation.
Thirst of desperation.
Excepting or denial.
Wandering drops about.
Flooding out the spout.
A million more.
Blinded by the crimson shine.
Left alone to give death time.
Treated like a sore.
Sticking like glue.
Formidable hue.
Pass the sauce.
Guilty looks that tell.
Sacrificed for hell.
No time to pause.
Puddles lined with bones.
Hypocrisy of what's s shown.
Redness and swelling.
Truth of the matter....
Red outside of hide.
Gag or smile.
Purple in saturation.
Thirst of desperation.
Excepting or denial.
Wandering drops about.
Flooding out the spout.
A million more.
Blinded by the crimson shine.
Left alone to give death time.
Treated like a sore.
Sticking like glue.
Formidable hue.
Pass the sauce.
Guilty looks that tell.
Sacrificed for hell.
No time to pause.
Puddles lined with bones.
Hypocrisy of what's s shown.
Redness and swelling.
Truth of the matter....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th May 2016 6:27am
29th May 2016 6:27am
same shit different year
Here we go again.stuck in this cycling transition. Its a different year that's very clear. Its feeling the same though. Another year and its still fucked up yo. Motherfucking drugs still got a hold. Shit is getting very old. A thousand crimes. Still hustle and grind. What I know and obviously love. Fits me I guess like a doctors glove. I think about when shit was different. But can't find the path of significance. Im not sure what to do. A life on the streets ain't nothing new. Neither is jail,junkies and fucked up crews. The dope gets weaker. People blame every thing on tweakers. Yeah they...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th May 2016 00:47am
25th May 2016 00:47am
mother may I
Mother of mine, my mother. Remember when the Dr said I'd not recover. I know you miss who would now be my brother. Then again his death was the reason you had another. Your Miracle baby, I remember you called me that. Dr said my heart was shit, wouldnt reach ten or even close to that. Well I guess God had different plans. A black sheep in the pasture stands out. Like a black eye and busted tooth in one of my first bouts. You always worried and couldn't help that. I made many decisions to truly test that. You tried to protect what you couldn't. There came an age where I just wouldn't. Church...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th May 2016 4:55pm
19th May 2016 4:55pm
scattered brain
Damn here I go.
Let it roll.
Another hit.
For I'm a lost soul.
Yeah go ahead.
Better off dead.
Maybe not.
Its too hot.
Now I'm cold.
That was bold.
Losing touch.
Emotionally fucked.
Arrested again.
Can't fucking win.
Another crime.
Doing some time.
Unless I don't go to court.
Skip town, nothing short.
Statewide APB.
Ain't catching me.
See my dude.
I aint being rude.
Just need a sack.
I will be right back.
You better be.
Shit, you know me.
Word on the street.
Full of deceit. ...
Let it roll.
Another hit.
For I'm a lost soul.
Yeah go ahead.
Better off dead.
Maybe not.
Its too hot.
Now I'm cold.
That was bold.
Losing touch.
Emotionally fucked.
Arrested again.
Can't fucking win.
Another crime.
Doing some time.
Unless I don't go to court.
Skip town, nothing short.
Statewide APB.
Ain't catching me.
See my dude.
I aint being rude.
Just need a sack.
I will be right back.
You better be.
Shit, you know me.
Word on the street.
Full of deceit. ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th May 2016 7:22am
15th May 2016 7:22am
Whispers,spoons and needles
Rituals unite and the needle does bite. Smashed to dust or dissolving with liquids might. Stirred undisturbed or a new method unseen. Straight point to nectar or from cotton that's lean. Thump, Thump let the bubbles rise. Patience unheard of in our eyes. Tie it off at its neck. Straight get it on with no flex. A taste in the back of the throat. Warming involved all through the host. Foggy vision and a vision blurred. A moment of bliss and nothing's heard. Rinse it out or toss it away. Depending on the night to make it through another day.Zoned in and now zoning out. A blast of that juice and...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th May 2016 6:40am
15th May 2016 6:40am
Tale of an addicted soul.
Born into the shit. Nothing to do with it. Stuck and fucked like a real bad day. Helpless to refrain from all that comes my way. I started huffing gas, paint and rubber cement. I begin smoking weed and loved getting bent. I never really drank cause my dad was a reminder. An addict himself he truly died young, he was the drunk driver. I was introduced to acid,ecstacy and coke. Then came along my good friend white dope. Mr meth and his army of shards. Grabbed me up,carried me away out of my yard. Shit felt good I thought, gave me an energy that could be. Bought. Shit was still a risky game....
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