dope days

Fine poetry,Crim, a telling of youth and struggle, poetry your muse....

thank you Kasai most graciously for understanding..

love Crim

Now, I like this one. Why? Because it captured a moment. It showed a vulnerability, and a melancholy that said "yes, this is who I was - let me introduce you to who I am". It's not an easy thing to do, but it's worthwhile in order to grow.

Thank you for the read.

thank you graciously Missy for an insightful and lovely comment I was seriously thinking of deleting this one..

love Brenda

I love the power of the last verse, an affirmation of demons defeated. Long may you victory be celebrated :-)

sending many ehugs :-)

thank you David for the love and understanding on this write..

xo Brenda

"I ink out those long ago but not forgotten days" > that's such a beautiful line!

Keep inking, dear Crim... you bring me to a world I never visisted, but can feel through your words!
I admire you so much for sharing this dark side of your life, you're such a courageous woman!

Love, Duende

thank you lovely Duende for traveling to the dark side with me and for the love...

xo Crim

"I ink out those long ago but not forgotten days    
writing the only high I crave"

So good to read this, your last two lines, Brenda.
Ahhh . . . When I was into the needle I believe I
was in love with "it," rather than the drug I was trying
to kill myself. Even to the point that when I was without
the drug I still pierced whatever vein I could find and
withdrew all the blood the hypodermic would hold, then
slowly push the blood back into the vein.

thank you Jerry yes we get into our fiendish ways hardcore i'm finding myself sober and feeling a little raw kind of like dope sickness but not just brought a flood of memories.. appreciate you sharing your own personal experiences..  
 
love Brenda

Sometimes I read these and feel anguish instead of the former rush

You're better than this former life

I'm trying to go outside of myself and I'm gonna take you with me

You'll have to wear your seat belt .....

i'm buckled down and ready for the ride Poet thank you.. yeah I understand reading the pain of it in these lines and not the rush..

love Brenda

Your poetry is so kickass anymore Crim. Better than any drug 😁

Keep up the writers high 👍

thank you most graciously DC you been kicking ass yourself..

love Crim

Every piece you write is imbued with such incredible glimpses of you. Each one vulnerable and beautiful. Much love...
Willow

thank you lovely Willow much love beautiful..

xo Brenda

Keep craving Lady Crim.  You've led a wild life but survived.  I'm hooked on your work, and will take this over benzos any day.  You're that habit-forming and one of the best writers here.

you're so kind to me Sir Crow thank you graciously..

love Crim

you drub the drug most well........excellsior rite

thank you most kindly Dada..

love Brenda

You perfectly painted the picture of that beautiful liar in your words....

thank you yes heroin is a sweet seductive liar..

love Crim

"Writing the only high I crave '', dope has that wicked lure.. I think that why all the memories stay. The good ,bad , ugly.. we where never told that it makes you feel good .. just that it's bad. I wish they would educate that point to future generations .. love ya Brenda..
✨Trish

thank you Trish yeah the memories stick around long after the deed is done.. I think they're trying to educate the young better these days.. I deeply appreciate your thoughts on this..

love Brenda

Brenda.. brilliantly done.. with love..



Dave

thank you Dave..

love Brenda