Poems About Heroin Seeking Friendly Advice
#heroin
Poems about heroin seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
The last Viking
Erik Bye was a writer, entertainer, TV personality, and easily, in the sixties and the seventies, the most popular man around.
He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to live there, while their son Erik went
back to the USA to finish his education.
On returning to Norway, he wrote a book about his experiences crisscrossing the USA.
The travel book was a best-seller in Scandinavia and
the book was also translated into English.
Erik also wrote some other books and many songs about the seas
As a journalist interviewing people from the...
He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to live there, while their son Erik went
back to the USA to finish his education.
On returning to Norway, he wrote a book about his experiences crisscrossing the USA.
The travel book was a best-seller in Scandinavia and
the book was also translated into English.
Erik also wrote some other books and many songs about the seas
As a journalist interviewing people from the...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
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Lettin Go
Letting go of pain is not as simple as many people think, I find strands of pain and it's missing link. The deeper my thoughts the deeper I sink. They say I run from my feelings chasing drugs and drinks. I am so emotional inside,they are like mighty tidal waves marching side by side. Crashing on the shores of my spirit. I feel parts of myself going out with the tide. And I have no arms to swim no light house to guide. At times I feel am falling from sky with no wings to fly. I am my pain and my pain am I. If pain is a place, it is no place to die. Letting it go is not easy I tell no lies....
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction #temptation
#addiction #temptation
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for whom nothing matters
For whom nothing matters
The night had been mysterious and full of screams
raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard
Men, crazed by pornographic lust and sweet wine
egging one another to commit heinous crimes. thinks, they did what women wished
The morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of Utopia where humanity lived in peace with nature and
themselves hopefully modest egos
Pre-mature fruit lying on the ground as the fruit, not of the loom but the result of nights of excesses
the outcast...
The night had been mysterious and full of screams
raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard
Men, crazed by pornographic lust and sweet wine
egging one another to commit heinous crimes. thinks, they did what women wished
The morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of Utopia where humanity lived in peace with nature and
themselves hopefully modest egos
Pre-mature fruit lying on the ground as the fruit, not of the loom but the result of nights of excesses
the outcast...
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction #temptation
#addiction #temptation
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Rock bottom
f'Hurt people hurt people
To put it short and simple I am a broken woman breaking things
Everything I touch goes to shit
the whole "hell in a hand basket" expression
Cheap caked up concealer to hide the tracks, when I love myself the very least
My life is no longer recognizable to me
spiraling down I find myself drowning in this depression
I've lost the grit to speak up for my life
Long gone is the hope that there will even be a life to speak up for by the time that I'm done
Whatever snapped this time must've been a...
To put it short and simple I am a broken woman breaking things
Everything I touch goes to shit
the whole "hell in a hand basket" expression
Cheap caked up concealer to hide the tracks, when I love myself the very least
My life is no longer recognizable to me
spiraling down I find myself drowning in this depression
I've lost the grit to speak up for my life
Long gone is the hope that there will even be a life to speak up for by the time that I'm done
Whatever snapped this time must've been a...
#heroin
#confessional
#shame
#addiction
#honesty
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Advocate Synapsis
Advocate synapsis.
Variance, imagined.
Alchemist amalgam.
Aggregate, covalent.
Blasphemous enchantment.
Labyrinth, awareness.
Catalyst entrances.
Sacrilege, commandments.
Candidate inherits.
Practices, theatrics.
Heritage inhabits.
Agonist, enamor.
Strategist enhancement.
Glamorous, fantastic.
Adamant hysterics.
Fabulous, emphatic.
Balances establish.
Languages, semantics
Accurate examples.
Parroted, advancement.
Analyst attraction.
Candidness, enacted. ...
Variance, imagined.
Alchemist amalgam.
Aggregate, covalent.
Blasphemous enchantment.
Labyrinth, awareness.
Catalyst entrances.
Sacrilege, commandments.
Candidate inherits.
Practices, theatrics.
Heritage inhabits.
Agonist, enamor.
Strategist enhancement.
Glamorous, fantastic.
Adamant hysterics.
Fabulous, emphatic.
Balances establish.
Languages, semantics
Accurate examples.
Parroted, advancement.
Analyst attraction.
Candidness, enacted. ...
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
#heroin
#rhyming
#addiction
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guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
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Off Your Local Heroin Dealer
it's not fun anymore
just another itch
throw the switch
flush the vein
feel a twitch
then it all goes
it all goes far away
needles in my skin
pokes through the sane
never feeling, no pain
dreams sold in vain
two hundred pounds
four men
three months
one needle
six feet
numbers and numbers
no names, just statistics
nothing is static
everything is evolving
everything is falling
everything is falling apart
standing proud
on another corner
selling...
just another itch
throw the switch
flush the vein
feel a twitch
then it all goes
it all goes far away
needles in my skin
pokes through the sane
never feeling, no pain
dreams sold in vain
two hundred pounds
four men
three months
one needle
six feet
numbers and numbers
no names, just statistics
nothing is static
everything is evolving
everything is falling
everything is falling apart
standing proud
on another corner
selling...
#friendship
#death
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
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where did she go
Where did she go
I knew of her, had seen her in adverts wearing short hair
being, sort of dubious sex, let them guess and smoking
a cigarette with the fragrance of the oriental express, yet
here she sat in a pavement café drinking Pernod, and as
Russian tanks rumbled through the stone cobble streets
she coolly beckoned to me to sit on the chair at her left.
I had a cold beer and lit an American cigarette, feeling tired
had carried a heavy suitcase across the town for a woman
claiming to be an actress, I had hoped she was a spy and
I...
I knew of her, had seen her in adverts wearing short hair
being, sort of dubious sex, let them guess and smoking
a cigarette with the fragrance of the oriental express, yet
here she sat in a pavement café drinking Pernod, and as
Russian tanks rumbled through the stone cobble streets
she coolly beckoned to me to sit on the chair at her left.
I had a cold beer and lit an American cigarette, feeling tired
had carried a heavy suitcase across the town for a woman
claiming to be an actress, I had hoped she was a spy and
I...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
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My hero
I didn't believe a word you said
Played dumb cuz I was afraid
Despite, you were a little ray of light
In my cold and fucked up world
Still no clue If some of your words were true
Could have been anyone, I knew
Someone with nothing better to do, killing time and space,
weirdness runds in the human race...
It doesn't matter now, I know
But if it wasn't for you I wouldnt had made it trough
It was a dark and loneley time,
I felt like my existance was a crime,
without a friend i would probably ended up killing myself. ...
Played dumb cuz I was afraid
Despite, you were a little ray of light
In my cold and fucked up world
Still no clue If some of your words were true
Could have been anyone, I knew
Someone with nothing better to do, killing time and space,
weirdness runds in the human race...
It doesn't matter now, I know
But if it wasn't for you I wouldnt had made it trough
It was a dark and loneley time,
I felt like my existance was a crime,
without a friend i would probably ended up killing myself. ...
#depression
#friendship
#heroin
#memories
#support
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Mom
#dark
#death
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
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what about the ale
What to know about ale?
I have a bottle of beer it is German and naturally cloudy
first brewed in 1624 in a small town with a strange name.
They didn’t get the beer clear and decided the beer could
be called “Dunkel” (cloudy) it worked and also cost more
which attracted the snobs.
I opened the beer and poured it into a glass, it was cloudy
like rain drifting in from the North Atlantic
I like Budweiser.
The beer reminded me of words not understood, but
sensed in a language every child understands.
Then it was over, the beer drunk...
I have a bottle of beer it is German and naturally cloudy
first brewed in 1624 in a small town with a strange name.
They didn’t get the beer clear and decided the beer could
be called “Dunkel” (cloudy) it worked and also cost more
which attracted the snobs.
I opened the beer and poured it into a glass, it was cloudy
like rain drifting in from the North Atlantic
I like Budweiser.
The beer reminded me of words not understood, but
sensed in a language every child understands.
Then it was over, the beer drunk...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
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Dr. Hyde and Dirty Needles
#dark
#drugs
#heroin #dirty
#heroin #dirty
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DU Poetry : Poems About Heroin Seeking Friendly Advice