Poems About Addiction Published by Members Recently Online
#addiction
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
9th May 2024 5:17pm
9th May 2024 5:17pm
Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#gothic
#love
156 reads
3 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
9th May 2024 5:17pm
9th May 2024 5:17pm
Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#gothic
#love
156 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
228 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
228 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
228 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
228 reads
8 Comments
Right2bwrong
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
Home
Don't be defined
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction #MentalHealth
#addiction #MentalHealth
752 reads
3 Comments
Right2bwrong
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
Home
Don't be defined
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction #MentalHealth
#addiction #MentalHealth
752 reads
3 Comments
Right2bwrong
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
Home
Don't be defined
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction #MentalHealth
#addiction #MentalHealth
752 reads
3 Comments
Right2bwrong
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
24th Oct 2019 9:00am
Home
Don't be defined
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Its hard to imagine as you
Search for understanding,
Fighting your battles seem
overwhelming And demanding.
Your stonger than you realize,
your not broken yet, stand up and be proud In your own mindset.
The addiction is your fascination,
A dead end, not a destination.
Rise up my child, your better than this you can
Fight this war with iron fists.
My son your not a statistic,
your my boy,...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction #MentalHealth
#addiction #MentalHealth
752 reads
3 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:32pm
Yesterday 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
33 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:32pm
Yesterday 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
33 reads
2 Comments
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