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Junkie Family
Some days I miss being a junkie
running the streets
as a whore, a thug
I new who I was
always had a thing
for junkies
their love of the needle intrigued me
knowing what the other was feeling
just with a look, no one had to ask
it was like a family
outsiders weren't allowed
wanting to be part of this exclusive club
I got my first taste from my ex a Gemini
Native American who talked of mojo
and soul mates
the first shot was such sweet bliss
I was hooked from day one
soon a month had passed
still shooting up
I started feeling it
when Jimmy would show up late
in the beginning I would beg
don't give me too much
soon I was wondering if he was holding out on me
so I turned to the streets
fucking for cash was a rush all it's own
turned me on I could appease my demon by myself
cooking my own dope, the smell of vinegar
in the air gagging on it knowing what was coming
shooting up vomiting taken down too fast my stomach heaved
then sweet numbing oblivion
no more pain, thoughts enhanced
everything was great when I was high
I miss those days i'm bored lately
it's the in between time that's a killer
of what I was, what I am and what I will be
running the streets
as a whore, a thug
I new who I was
always had a thing
for junkies
their love of the needle intrigued me
knowing what the other was feeling
just with a look, no one had to ask
it was like a family
outsiders weren't allowed
wanting to be part of this exclusive club
I got my first taste from my ex a Gemini
Native American who talked of mojo
and soul mates
the first shot was such sweet bliss
I was hooked from day one
soon a month had passed
still shooting up
I started feeling it
when Jimmy would show up late
in the beginning I would beg
don't give me too much
soon I was wondering if he was holding out on me
so I turned to the streets
fucking for cash was a rush all it's own
turned me on I could appease my demon by myself
cooking my own dope, the smell of vinegar
in the air gagging on it knowing what was coming
shooting up vomiting taken down too fast my stomach heaved
then sweet numbing oblivion
no more pain, thoughts enhanced
everything was great when I was high
I miss those days i'm bored lately
it's the in between time that's a killer
of what I was, what I am and what I will be
Published 5th Nov 2013
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Anonymous
5th Nov 2013 1:23am
Hang in there, babygirl. What you will be, will be so much better...
5th Nov 2013 1:31am
Thank you Petit for the encouragement.. just missing the fun of it.. forgetting the bad times.. peace Crim :)
5th Nov 2013 2:17am
Our scars show us that our past is real and future it's in our hands... beautiful poem crim...
5th Nov 2013 2:24am
Anonymous
5th Nov 2013 3:06am
Most definitely its challenging to battle a part of yourself which dominated your existence for some time..one day at a time is the only way to conquer. Hang in there girl, you're doing ok.
5th Nov 2013 11:21am
I was fine until I got off the methadone it had me in such a haze I wasn't bored but now that my head has cleared I get these thoughts from time to time.. thank you Vee for the caring comment and advise.. peace Crim :)
5th Nov 2013 5:05am
Wear your badge proudly but don't let it poke you. I won't let the door hit me on my ass on the way out lol
Chin up chuck, grass is greener and all that :)
Chin up chuck, grass is greener and all that :)
5th Nov 2013 11:22am
5th Nov 2013 10:53am
Never got into the 'down' thank god.All my friends did though.Many are dead now.
Still do the 'up' once in awhile,sadly.
Anyway,can relate in a different way.
Enjoyed,good luck...
Still do the 'up' once in awhile,sadly.
Anyway,can relate in a different way.
Enjoyed,good luck...
5th Nov 2013 11:26am
i'm sorry for your loss Fenom and feel for you that you can relate on any level.. thank you for the well wishing luckily for me it's now just a passing feeling I write about instead of doing.. peace Crim
6th Nov 2013 2:08am
The world is fucked up place but don't let it get you down .we each are the guideing light in our own life's dont ever give that power to anyone or thing . Be strong in the knowledge that the final choices are always our own
6th Nov 2013 3:16pm
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21st Nov 2013 10:36pm
I feel this, for a few years after I got clean I would have the worst twinges at random times and forget the horror. I still feel like it is an unlocked door that I have to stay far away from in fear I may open it again.
this poem is so expressive and so real to me. I love it like I do everything of yours that I read.
this poem is so expressive and so real to me. I love it like I do everything of yours that I read.
21st Nov 2013 10:40pm
I would have never known you had this problem at one time in your life I think it always remains an unlocked door we have to stay away from.. thank you sweet lady for your kind words touching my heart.. much love Brenda
