Submissions by mjsankey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
writing is the process of releasing crazy from my head. Xxx
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2015 6:32am
15th Jul 2015 6:32am
ACCENT 13/7/15
Solitude was seldom,
Now its Solemn,
I am learning to relish its luxury again.
This mind is grounding,
Quickly healing,
Growing sane each breath.
hatred dispersed like the vapour from your twisted lips.
And I will breathe again, love into my lungs.
I can now sit in the silence between locked spaces without choaking on transactional echos.
I choose not to listen to my own voice too deeply uttering your word's in my accent seems fake. And so it was.
Skin Is tightening around my bones which ache from the vibration you left,...
Now its Solemn,
I am learning to relish its luxury again.
This mind is grounding,
Quickly healing,
Growing sane each breath.
hatred dispersed like the vapour from your twisted lips.
And I will breathe again, love into my lungs.
I can now sit in the silence between locked spaces without choaking on transactional echos.
I choose not to listen to my own voice too deeply uttering your word's in my accent seems fake. And so it was.
Skin Is tightening around my bones which ache from the vibration you left,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 12:34pm
8th Jul 2015 12:34pm
sanity 5/7/15
And I obsess......."how long do go without feeding", and then ...... "how long can I go til bleeding".
Toxicity seeps down from my brain, beats around my body through my vains.
The image poisens every reflection, making sense of self mutilation.
I wonder how I can change every cell, to help my soul escape from this hell.
All I see is what society loathes, when did I learn to hate what's under my clothes.
To purge feels like my power, controlling every intake by hour.
And I cant sleep, subhuman kicks in, consuming crumbs starts to feel my sin. ...
Toxicity seeps down from my brain, beats around my body through my vains.
The image poisens every reflection, making sense of self mutilation.
I wonder how I can change every cell, to help my soul escape from this hell.
All I see is what society loathes, when did I learn to hate what's under my clothes.
To purge feels like my power, controlling every intake by hour.
And I cant sleep, subhuman kicks in, consuming crumbs starts to feel my sin. ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 4:22am
8th Jul 2015 4:22am
burn 3/7/15
BURN. 3.7.15
Like waves it rolls through my body from the pit of my stomach down my legs to the tip of my toes and up my chest hitting my heart "thud", out my arms to the tips of my fingers, Anxiety that feels like an electric current running through my neck til it hits, fizzes and burns my brain. Brief moments of calm and then I remember, my heart and my head wont let me forget for too long. They are training me to toughen, block out the charm and remember the lies. My heart thumps so hard it won't let me cry yet. But its coming. The tears are on their way. There needs to...
Like waves it rolls through my body from the pit of my stomach down my legs to the tip of my toes and up my chest hitting my heart "thud", out my arms to the tips of my fingers, Anxiety that feels like an electric current running through my neck til it hits, fizzes and burns my brain. Brief moments of calm and then I remember, my heart and my head wont let me forget for too long. They are training me to toughen, block out the charm and remember the lies. My heart thumps so hard it won't let me cry yet. But its coming. The tears are on their way. There needs to...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 4:16am
8th Jul 2015 4:16am
5/7/15
5/7/15
Fuck!
Thank fuck I am clean!
Thank fuck I am surrounded by love when I feel so much fucking hurt!
I will learn to love my fucking house again without seeing your memories in every room!
This house will feel like mine and Bailey's fucking home again!
The smell of you In my room will go and i will be able to sleep in my fucking bed again!
My tears will fucking dry!
My heart wil fucking calm and heal!
My head will slow and fucking replace these manic thoughts with new happy memories!
I will fucking get through this and I will fucking grow...
Fuck!
Thank fuck I am clean!
Thank fuck I am surrounded by love when I feel so much fucking hurt!
I will learn to love my fucking house again without seeing your memories in every room!
This house will feel like mine and Bailey's fucking home again!
The smell of you In my room will go and i will be able to sleep in my fucking bed again!
My tears will fucking dry!
My heart wil fucking calm and heal!
My head will slow and fucking replace these manic thoughts with new happy memories!
I will fucking get through this and I will fucking grow...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2015 00:23am
22nd Jun 2015 00:23am
blackout
I wake
A drowsy half sleep
The need to leave
Train these toes to creep
Opening doors
With rusting keys
Feeling each move
From bleeding knees
The drones of bones
Creeking
Plasma soaked
The skin's been leaking
Thin these walls
Through muted bickering
I see only half
In this darkened flickering.
A drowsy half sleep
The need to leave
Train these toes to creep
Opening doors
With rusting keys
Feeling each move
From bleeding knees
The drones of bones
Creeking
Plasma soaked
The skin's been leaking
Thin these walls
Through muted bickering
I see only half
In this darkened flickering.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2015 12:01pm
1st Feb 2015 12:01pm
WAHINE SPINE
Its building up, UP, its building up, UP.......
Let it out, OUT, let it out, OUT.
"Please talk through me, let me hear you speak,
In a voice that is mine, yet have to consciously seek.
Let me hear my truth, give me ability to feel,
Please guide my path, help me surrender to what is real"
R A W
T R U E
Connecting souls through vulnerability. These human magnetic fields.
Honestly. I'm empty.
I am humming on a lower frequency, dulled by the loud buzzing of the superficial social mania.
Emotionally...
Let it out, OUT, let it out, OUT.
"Please talk through me, let me hear you speak,
In a voice that is mine, yet have to consciously seek.
Let me hear my truth, give me ability to feel,
Please guide my path, help me surrender to what is real"
R A W
T R U E
Connecting souls through vulnerability. These human magnetic fields.
Honestly. I'm empty.
I am humming on a lower frequency, dulled by the loud buzzing of the superficial social mania.
Emotionally...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2015 4:18am
19th Jan 2015 4:18am
RELAX
Try to check yourself,
Before you wreck yourself.
Try not to think your feelings,
Try not to feel your thoughts.
Try to stay in the moment,
And don't be so hard on yourself.
You are your own worst critic,
So try to love yourself first.
Try to keep it simple,
Don't let your mind rush ahead.
Try not to dwell on the past,
That shit is buried and dead.
Try to feed the light,
That's how the dark stuff dies.
Just try to talk your truth,
Because addiction is lies.
Just be kind to yourself,
One foot in front...
Before you wreck yourself.
Try not to think your feelings,
Try not to feel your thoughts.
Try to stay in the moment,
And don't be so hard on yourself.
You are your own worst critic,
So try to love yourself first.
Try to keep it simple,
Don't let your mind rush ahead.
Try not to dwell on the past,
That shit is buried and dead.
Try to feed the light,
That's how the dark stuff dies.
Just try to talk your truth,
Because addiction is lies.
Just be kind to yourself,
One foot in front...
718 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 11:29am
17th Jan 2015 11:29am
SELF
Feeling torn.
Experiencing hurt.
Hearing addiction.
Feeling fake.
I want.
Knowing better.
Selective ignorance.
Sensing intuition.
Stop cushioning.
Being real.
Having humility.
Setting boundaries.
Talking honestly.
Protecting my own.
Realigning values.
Praying lots.
God's will.
Let go.
Don't use.
It's simple.
Experiencing hurt.
Hearing addiction.
Feeling fake.
I want.
Knowing better.
Selective ignorance.
Sensing intuition.
Stop cushioning.
Being real.
Having humility.
Setting boundaries.
Talking honestly.
Protecting my own.
Realigning values.
Praying lots.
God's will.
Let go.
Don't use.
It's simple.
660 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 10:17am
17th Jan 2015 10:17am
SKIN
The lay of the land, submerged beneath cities.
Natural sounds humming below the buzzing.
Wind blowing hair, caressing the mind.
Easing knots from tangled dreded receptors.
Rivers bending water molecules into positive flow.
Ducks in a row.
Torn blood vessels floating on salty seas of tears and sweat.
Palms wet.
Punctured arms.
Pigeon holed.
Heart on a sleeve of bare branches.
Avalanches softening peaks.
Raising valleys.
Whitening grey.
Concrete.
Under feet.
Grass makes a comfortable seat.
Resting.
Ingesting.
Fresh...
Natural sounds humming below the buzzing.
Wind blowing hair, caressing the mind.
Easing knots from tangled dreded receptors.
Rivers bending water molecules into positive flow.
Ducks in a row.
Torn blood vessels floating on salty seas of tears and sweat.
Palms wet.
Punctured arms.
Pigeon holed.
Heart on a sleeve of bare branches.
Avalanches softening peaks.
Raising valleys.
Whitening grey.
Concrete.
Under feet.
Grass makes a comfortable seat.
Resting.
Ingesting.
Fresh...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 11:29pm
4th Jan 2015 11:29pm
SICK
She's taking a bath
While he's texting to score
She's brushing her teeth
As he sneaks out the door
She's drying her hair
As he's shooting it up
She's putting on make up
While he hides in his truck
She's choosing her clothes
As he floats down the path
She's all ready now
He thinks she's still in the bath
She's walking the hall
As he's hitting the floor
He ran out of luck
When she opened the door
While he's texting to score
She's brushing her teeth
As he sneaks out the door
She's drying her hair
As he's shooting it up
She's putting on make up
While he hides in his truck
She's choosing her clothes
As he floats down the path
She's all ready now
He thinks she's still in the bath
She's walking the hall
As he's hitting the floor
He ran out of luck
When she opened the door
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 11:28am
4th Jan 2015 11:28am
EASE
EASE
"Descending waves of graceful pleasure, for your love there is no measure, her curves they bend with subtle splendor" - RHCP
Falling, Floating, falling
T H U D
"walk away"
So easy to say
The eyes said "vacant"
The mind was occupied
The chance to tell the truth
It went ahead and lied
Too familiar
Dream paralysis
Laying beside you feeling the dark
It seeped through your pores
And into my heart
Intuition, definition of suspicion?
Trust your gut
Trust...
"Descending waves of graceful pleasure, for your love there is no measure, her curves they bend with subtle splendor" - RHCP
Falling, Floating, falling
T H U D
"walk away"
So easy to say
The eyes said "vacant"
The mind was occupied
The chance to tell the truth
It went ahead and lied
Too familiar
Dream paralysis
Laying beside you feeling the dark
It seeped through your pores
And into my heart
Intuition, definition of suspicion?
Trust your gut
Trust...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2014 11:16pm
11th Sep 2014 11:16pm
cunning enemy of life
She drank,
Last time it was complete insanity
I was witness to her disease
her disease is my disease
she was my mentor
my peer
3months myself the last time she went there
I sat n held her hand
wiped her nose
held her hair
laid down beside her in the dirt
A screaming mess or anger n sadness
because his disease made him shoot enough to kill
it took her a year
6months locked away
6months back on this journey I also travel
today she drank again
every time it becomes more insane
last time was almost death
my fear for her...
Last time it was complete insanity
I was witness to her disease
her disease is my disease
she was my mentor
my peer
3months myself the last time she went there
I sat n held her hand
wiped her nose
held her hair
laid down beside her in the dirt
A screaming mess or anger n sadness
because his disease made him shoot enough to kill
it took her a year
6months locked away
6months back on this journey I also travel
today she drank again
every time it becomes more insane
last time was almost death
my fear for her...
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