Best Withdrawal Poems

How different this place
this sanctuary feels, here
inside one’s head. Where
insidious illusions fondle
a subvert mind, and obscenities
resonate within the confusion,
when fidgety creatures, assume
guardianship of my preternatural
situation,...

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Etheree 10- 12-23
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Waves ~

Waves
Glide in
On white wings,
Fleecy whitecaps
Flutter in rhythmic
Rhapsodies of seafoam
Swell across the naked sands
Hypnotic serpentines slow dance
Surges of rising tides bear spindrift
To sparkle...

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 "I've tasted love heroin and will never have that high again"..
    (paraphrased quote one from "Notting Hill")

Love heroin is very potent...

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Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the...

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 x You,
the one who hurts me.
 x You,
the one who chains me.
 x You,
the one who controls me like a puppet.
 x You,
the one...

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I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains
Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head
Just a dream - a shame to find
I’m in...

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Flat line ...

Resuscitate, flat line, resuscitate, flat line ...
          and back again ... to sinus rhythm...

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laden in the semblance of the lifeless
i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage
of memories that haunt more than touch
unable to soar within the wind's...

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"There are some who bring a light so great to the 
world that even after they have gone the light remains."

   ...

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I’m in love and I feel lost,
No one ever told me with love there comes a cost,
My world is becoming unclear as it’s being consumed...

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Sweeter than honey
More potent than ecstasy
Feels like I'm going crazy
To know what they do to me.

More addictive than heroin 
More powerful than cocaine
I don't know...

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Self-pity became my days in so 
        many messed up ways,
if only the bottle in my right hand...

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My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly...

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My soul cries forever with its deepest sadness
betrayed by a love that never was
a child innocent
beaten by angry hands clutched by a World War
from a...

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Feigned love cut you deep,
left your heart bleeding profusely
Blood red, rose-colored stains,
drip, drip, dripping trail leading out the door ...
time to mop up this mess...

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