Submissions by WikipediaJunkie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I am just carbon, and bad timing."
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 9:14am
19th Feb 2013 9:14am
The Best Friend
Noticing her--
While she notices nothing
Always beside her
And never acknowledged.
The best friend;
I'm the shoulder to cry on
And as she cries for her
Lover,
I'm getting spun.
Unhealthy, toxic and
Dysfunctional.
Still I silently love her
Knowing she doesn't at
All.
It's been this way for so long
This is how we're
Comfortable.
I'm
The best friend
And she's
Unattainable.
Always noticing her
As we sit here
In
Silence.
It's love unrequited,
Heartbreak at it's finest.
While she notices nothing
Always beside her
And never acknowledged.
The best friend;
I'm the shoulder to cry on
And as she cries for her
Lover,
I'm getting spun.
Unhealthy, toxic and
Dysfunctional.
Still I silently love her
Knowing she doesn't at
All.
It's been this way for so long
This is how we're
Comfortable.
I'm
The best friend
And she's
Unattainable.
Always noticing her
As we sit here
In
Silence.
It's love unrequited,
Heartbreak at it's finest.
1069 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 11:16pm
17th Feb 2013 11:16pm
Noncommital
I’m sober,
More often than not
I’m up and
I’m down.
I wanted to live
But it seems I don’t
Now.
I want to be,
Sober
Sober
Sober, right?
Maybe I won’t.
Then again,
Maybe I might.
Sober.
Maybe,
I’d rather be high.
Just one more hit
Promise I’ll be sober,
After tonight.
“Is that another lie?”
I’m sorry,
It’s just not the right
Time.
More often than not
I’m up and
I’m down.
I wanted to live
But it seems I don’t
Now.
I want to be,
Sober
Sober
Sober, right?
Maybe I won’t.
Then again,
Maybe I might.
Sober.
Maybe,
I’d rather be high.
Just one more hit
Promise I’ll be sober,
After tonight.
“Is that another lie?”
I’m sorry,
It’s just not the right
Time.
822 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 12:43pm
17th Feb 2013 12:43pm
Frozen Veins
As I walked away,
She begged me to stay.
I said, “You’re heart’s too cold,
To warm up these
Veins.”
She begged me to stay.
I said, “You’re heart’s too cold,
To warm up these
Veins.”
1025 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 1:22am
16th Feb 2013 1:22am
That Rainy Night In March
About an hour ago I got in my car and decided to take a drive, spend some time with Conor Oberst and just clear my head. Somehow that drive brought me back here, to the street we walked together on that rainy night in March. That night changed everything for me, suddenly I was feeling things for you that I didn’t know were even possible. The tension I wasn’t aware existed between us became overwhelmingly apparent and even if I tried, it would have been impossible to ignore something that real.
That night the possibilities were endless and even though I was scared, I jumped without a...
That night the possibilities were endless and even though I was scared, I jumped without a...
915 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 10:54pm
13th Feb 2013 10:54pm
Register
With a flash of
Red.
My mind is clear and
The monsters are
Dead.
Red.
My mind is clear and
The monsters are
Dead.
826 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 10:49pm
13th Feb 2013 10:49pm
Junkie Gods
I love everything about injecting, every self destructive and glorious detail. The preparation, pulling out a spoon and scooping those beautiful crystal shards out of a small plastic bag. Water. Crush. Mix. I love hearing the crunch meth makes as you’re breaking it down against that metal spoon. And then there’s the few flicks of the syringe before you move onto the injection itself. FLICK FLICK. When I first started using by myself, I remember the nail bed on my middle finger was purple from flicking my shots.
Have you ever heard that junkie myth, “You always end up falling in love...
Have you ever heard that junkie myth, “You always end up falling in love...
7338 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 4:47am
12th Feb 2013 4:47am
Dani
And if you feel damned
Just remember,
That heroin is made of flowers
And you are made of
Stars.
Just remember,
That heroin is made of flowers
And you are made of
Stars.
1148 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Feb 2013 4:23am
12th Feb 2013 4:23am
Kissing Brittany Murphy
Everyone thinks the life of a drug addict is so exciting and eventful, like how it’s portrayed in drug movies. You picture us running through the streets, stealing from cars and old ladies, drug cartels and gun shots, you picture us with other people and other addicts like us. Our lives are nothing like those of the junkies in Hollywood-- it’s far more pathetic. I’ll still be an addict when that two hour movie, begins rolling credits.
Here’s reality; Every day is spent figuring out how to get your hands on $40, finding drugs, doing drugs, hiding drugs, finding places to do drugs,...
Here’s reality; Every day is spent figuring out how to get your hands on $40, finding drugs, doing drugs, hiding drugs, finding places to do drugs,...
1084 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 2:27am
11th Feb 2013 2:27am
Self-Rescue Mission
Dark green veins and
Toxic blood.
Grab the needle, go
Deeper
And search once more.
To save that lost girl
Empty, cold and
Barely breathing under
Your chemicals.
Tear the flesh, pierce
Your veins.
Destroy your whole body
But,
You'll never feel whole
Again.
Toxic blood.
Grab the needle, go
Deeper
And search once more.
To save that lost girl
Empty, cold and
Barely breathing under
Your chemicals.
Tear the flesh, pierce
Your veins.
Destroy your whole body
But,
You'll never feel whole
Again.
735 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 7:46pm
9th Feb 2013 7:46pm
Nail Biting
Sing to me of the woman
Muse to none
But,
Herself
She kept crystal meth under her
Fingernails, but
Now
She bites them short
To keep those demons away
From everything she
Touches.
Muse to none
But,
Herself
She kept crystal meth under her
Fingernails, but
Now
She bites them short
To keep those demons away
From everything she
Touches.
#drugs
1201 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 4:50am
5th Feb 2013 4:50am
Pho
We’re sitting close and I notice
Her hair smells just as I remember
She smells like high school, like algebra
That smell takes me back five years,
Back to our senior year, together.
Never knew it would be so comforting
Laughing as if we were still seventeen,
Like the last six years have yet to happen.
Some things should remain in the past,
I should have left her in those hallways
But now I’m too caught up
To put her back.
Her hair smells just as I remember
She smells like high school, like algebra
That smell takes me back five years,
Back to our senior year, together.
Never knew it would be so comforting
Laughing as if we were still seventeen,
Like the last six years have yet to happen.
Some things should remain in the past,
I should have left her in those hallways
But now I’m too caught up
To put her back.
966 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Feb 2013 4:31am
5th Feb 2013 4:31am
Tonight I'm Sorry, Tomorrow I Won't Be.
Tonight— I’m inconsolably disappointed and I’ve reached my limit. Everything fell apart, my feelings disappeared and the empathy I used to feel, no longer exists. I’m sorry this happened but it’s your fault. You caused this, you caused an absolute end to your monarchy. I’m sorry I changed. I’m sorry the person I've been, doesn't feel as warm as the old one did. I'm sorry for taking all my resentment out on you. I’m sorry I hated myself, I’m sorry that made you hate me too. I’m sorry for the times my mind wondered what life would be like without this Galactic Empire tattoo. I regret the day I...
1029 reads
1 Comment
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