Best Junkie Poems

He tries to ignore her,
but she drags him close.
He tries to resist her,
but he needs it to pacify his pain.
His head aches with loud vibrations,
antagonised by her absence.
She is his pimp - he is her willing slave.

Like a fish caught on an angler's bait,
she reels...

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If in time
you should divine
that bees are fat
and owls are brown
then you will know
as do I
time will go
slow
so .... slow.

And if in time 
you should find
that veins are thin
and blood is brown
slow down
slow down.

Then, a time
life's curtain
came crashing ...
and I'm certain
you're asking, 
Why?

..... so am...

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Your laughter sound so hollow and there’s something that you hide,
You forget that there’s an ebb and high for every passing tide,
When dust falls and settles, beauty eventually will die,
For you need to rouse yourself after you moan and sigh,

There’s nothing more destructive than living...

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I’m a genuine Fruit Loops junkie
The sweet flavor gets me feelin’ spunky
Healthy options are there
I won’t eat them, I swear
I’d rather be a little bit chunky!...

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I know we shouldn't overeat
And junk food's a definite no-no
But I admit I'm a fast food junkie
Who cares if my big belly shows

Don't dance for nobody anymore
That's silly stuff's gone forever
People either like me for who I am
Or bite me, I mean... whatever!

Happy as hell...

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She cries herself to sleep each night
That is if she is able to get a shoot
Up her vein of the loathsome drug
She wishes she not so dependent

Her boyfriend introduced her
To the drug and being all mellow..
She said yes thinking it an act of love
She was...

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Your fascinating disposition,

My narcotic fixation.

You’re a mystical enigma,

A kryptonic ataxia.

My peculiar constitution,

A mercurial condemnation.....

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I guess you can say that I'm a wilderness survivor junkie,
which is surprising for many because surviving isn't easy.
Anyone who tells you that wilderness surviving is fun
isn't truly surviving. They are just simply camping,
but venturing off into the wilderness with little more than none
other than...

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Sisi  the junkie 
You are what you 
Take in in life
We say in Africa 

Sisi the junkie
Sisi was a beautiful 
Young admiring girl
All guys flog around her
Cos her beauty drive
Too much attention
She was tall with her
Long hair and nice figure

Sisi the junkie
Sisi was an...

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Addicted to somethin’ 
My thoughts no longer own
A fish tank full of submarines 
Swimming schools of piranhas
Waking up soaking wet
Sharks swimming in my sweat

Sleeping on the cold floor
Petrified to close the door
Or open when closed...nightmares 
Circling ahead...flocks of aeroplanes 
Like vultures to a carcass 
Feeding...

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I believe in love like a junkie believe in drugs
I take a hit of passion then compassion fills my lungs
Injections of affection and I.V.s of blessins
So high i'll paint pink the dept. of corrections
My heart then pumps understanding I become less demanding
I sweat out pain...

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The bleakness of the night sky offers little relief
I cannot share your optimism or belief
    refute your nefarious cries for help and trust
i was hard at work, i did turn up my sleeve

  my heart resonates like a broken pendulum
I have...

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*Holly (Vault Dweller)*

Hey bartender,
Who's that girl over there,
The one nursing the whiskey in the corner,
She has that press hat one that makes her look...strangely debonair.

*Bartender*

That'll be our little Ms. Piper Wright,
She runs the local paper,
Spends all day looking for a story then types the rest...

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The hillside stained
in bloody mindlessness
yet nurtured with tender care,
tend heady dreams
as yet to be invented,
besotted, many virgin souls
fragmented. An awesome
power to wield, a thousand moods
to create, the sluice gate of an
intellect to be prised, an
ambiguous logic to flounder,
an infringement upon an open mind!

So! The needle...

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ONE DAY IN MAY

I didn’t hear the call that day
Instead I chose to fall away
I didn’t care what it had to say
Instead I chose to join the fray

It was a humid day in May that year
When a call came to make it clear
That warning fell...

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