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 May 2016 7:57am
4th May 2016 7:57am
Binded down
Binded down, gagged and drowned. No fucking life preserver can be found. This dope has got me by the throat. Literally motherfucker, that you can quote. The angels cry for they are watching me die. There is only truth when lies can't survive. I am the truth and my life is a lesson. To the misery and strife as my addiction keeps pressing. I don't know what to believe. As if There is a being greater than me. I don't know why I care. As if God himself was somewhere out there. That motherfucker ain't proud of his creation. Left us on our own while he never returned from vacation. Enough about...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st May 2016 5:00pm
1st May 2016 5:00pm
Tormented soul
blinding of my vision and a foggy haze. Swore to my soul I wouldn't engage. Now here I sit high again and high as shit gets. I even brought with me what I should've let sit. Four fucking years and I felt so proud. I'd escaped the hell that I just welcome back around. Temptation of the extremist in me. Was captured long ago but now is set free. Like being pardoned and allowed to walk out the doors. A day that wasn't meant to happen has given birth to new sores. I'm nothing but a junkie living to see another ride. I'm nothing but a tormented soul on a mission to collide. I'm more of a lover...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2016 5:33pm
30th Apr 2016 5:33pm
Stuck in the middle with you
Stuck in the middle. Whys this life such a riddle. To the one I love and my best friend. I love you more than all heaven lends. I don't know what it is. I know my soul is connected to yours. My love for you is behind closed doors. As if I could, ID travel past. My soul is acheing and I'm sorry for that. If I could I would go back and try again. I'd be more affectionate, loving and appreciative. I'd give you massages and buy you flowers. I'd be more of a man and less of a coward. I hurt inside for not being able. I'm a failure at alot of things and not always mentally stable. I can list alot...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2016 5:05pm
30th Apr 2016 5:05pm
Nothing Certain
Fucking bent. A crumpled bumper on my brand new vet. As if I had a vet, What the fuck is going up. Never enough nectar left in my cup. Im not going crazy in a world turned sad. That's what I'm told by those that have obviously gone mad. Twisted and stretched like a gumby motherfucker. Pissed off for more reasons than an agent with a blown cover. Days of the same got me reasoning with no body. A scrambled message on the board that's written all shoddy. Nothing to explain. In my world it rains. 300 days out of the year. Life's a bitch and that's more than clear. 55 days out of the year, life's...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 6:23am
26th Apr 2016 6:23am
Dope and Hope
I swear at God, fuck the odds. Doomed abused and amused. If only for a minute could life be so simple. Like fuck the double I want triple. What Did I say, I forgot my point. As the smoke rolls off my lips kissing a joint. If weed were the only drug around. Id still smoke everyday just like now. I don't love the shit. I just don't know how to release my grip. I request nothing changed. Periodically I break to engage. Im a user, an abusing figure nothing plain with colors that amuse her. Sincerely myself, and all of them too. Fucking high and I don't know why. Boredom, I doubt it. Directed I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 5:58am
26th Apr 2016 5:58am
Stuck like glue
Stuck like glue. No fucking clue. What to do. Mental goo. I sit and think. I walk and talk. I remember but it's not what I thought. I run and jump the hurdles. My stomach is nauseous and curdled. I don't know where to start. It's really tricky when it's in the dark. I'm transformed but cant be informed. For all my ideas have been absorbed. So now all I have is a foggy vision. Multiple pictures cause a collision. In my mind, from my heart. My soul is fighting to be a part. I struggle, so I hustle. I get to the top. I fall back to the bottom like a rock. Fast, hard and crashing down. I'm in...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 1:54am
18th Apr 2016 1:54am
Picked up, let down
Nothing simple and nothing sane. Worked up, let down, life's a game. Many pleasures,memories are made. Sound is the knock that comes from the door. Opening it up to find nobodys there. I travel through the currents, I hike between the valleys of death. I search to find a place of peace. One where I can rest and feast. I believe in all that you could. My brain is the master of all thats understood. Compulsive, disruptive but not without reason. My ability to retrieve what I've let slip away. Is nothing but a curse and a bunch of fucked up days. I tell those that give a damn. I'm alright, doing...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 6:04pm
15th Mar 2016 6:04pm
Rest in Paradise
Paradise isnt hard to find. For birth til death is such a fraction of time. Hell on earth or cursed from the first breath. Blessed but stressed. Told to believe in a higher power. expected to believe that were the cowards. Searching for what never appears. Reinforced and guarded for the first years. Taught
to fear for all thats unclear. Mostly pain and lots of tears. Moments of bliss and happy thoughts. Replaced by the reality of a life filled with knots.
From the sky bullets rain. Dodging the punches and runaway trains. Looking to the sky and asking why. Nothing responds for there...
to fear for all thats unclear. Mostly pain and lots of tears. Moments of bliss and happy thoughts. Replaced by the reality of a life filled with knots.
From the sky bullets rain. Dodging the punches and runaway trains. Looking to the sky and asking why. Nothing responds for there...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2016 6:24am
24th Feb 2016 6:24am
Self of mind
I can't help but feel like it's way to unreal. I can focus but I'm trapped in a state of psychosis. A warped mind due to the climate change. A twisted plot, or so the thought got framed. Rearranged, misplaced scattered about. Empty of substance, hunger walking about. Notable, memorable regardless of worth. swings leaving divets in the turf. Damaged, tarnished,harnessed and garnished. Frightful feelings of nothing but carnage. Simplicity missed and complexity hits. A time to dwell as if all that exists. No reasons to try to further explain. Nothing wild in deed gets tamed.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2016 5:02am
21st Feb 2016 5:02am
Another day another way
I tread the the flood with what I know. I Wade waist deep and against the flow. I'm a villain a hero and something in between. I've been the one that leaves the scene. I've managed to separate the evil and greed. Ive failed miserably at understanding the dream. I cherish whats not charitable. I relinquish all that's noticeable. I define whats mine to decide. And decide what others should divide. Who am I and where do I go. For nothing I believe in is anything I know. I travel the land, I walk and stand. At the end of the day I'm the exact same man. I wish and hope for a different day. One...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 9:33am
19th Feb 2016 9:33am
Get it
I twist it up, I fill my cup. I smash it to fuck and soak it up.
I feel right, My head is tight,I look to the sky spread my wings and fly.
I bag it, I sell it,I front it and I consume it.
I love it I hate it,I throw it, I sometimes enjoy it.
they say, I say, you say and then we all say. Another fucking headache and a fucked up day. The reasons are many, and times always in a hurry. I trip, I grip and slide with fury. I gotta make this happen as If I'm in a race. Another reason for living and I've yet to be laced. So many thoughts remind me to stay calm. I race like a motor...
I feel right, My head is tight,I look to the sky spread my wings and fly.
I bag it, I sell it,I front it and I consume it.
I love it I hate it,I throw it, I sometimes enjoy it.
they say, I say, you say and then we all say. Another fucking headache and a fucked up day. The reasons are many, and times always in a hurry. I trip, I grip and slide with fury. I gotta make this happen as If I'm in a race. Another reason for living and I've yet to be laced. So many thoughts remind me to stay calm. I race like a motor...
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