Junkie Poems - Poems about Junkie

News Junkie Miracle Man 2/9/2024 My day’s start early with quiet time, then news, political persuasion always determines News slant. When I switch the channel I get contrasting views, I promise to quit watching but the truth is I can’t. Liberal or conservative, both express their opinions, and often neither gives the truth much thought. We’ll believe anything because we’re their minions, I should just...

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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 him in, to devour her catch. He knows her lethal reflection, but...

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Pill junkie was born in the closet in May He popped out yelling “Hi neighbor” the very first day. We did not know how to respond or what to say. What do you eat? I asked him, socializing away. I eat up all the pills you were throwing away. This was easy cooking for me, so I said, “please stay”. He...

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“CHARLES DARWIN AND THE JUNKIE” THE NEEDLE SWIMS INTO MY ARM, LIGHTS FIRE IN MY VIENS AND FOR THAT MOMENTS PLEASURE I TRADE WHAT SOUL REMAINS NATURE...

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Adrenaline, he’s no stranger; danger is his middle name. Don’t fan his flame; you’ll just succumb, get maimed in some little game. ---------- Another Séadna Mòr (shay’-na mor): xxxxxx(xa)|xaxx(xxb)|xxxbxx(xc)|xbxc(xxb) https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/seadna-mor/ Embarrassed to say, I had it correct, posted, edited, and goofed the first line. Don't we all do that? probably not... Fixed now. Deviously difficult to me....

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Hourglass of spider’s ink upon your lower back. Your love, a kind of love that’s kind of an attack. Smoking skin pressed onto my own in messy overtones of kisses. Stole my love before I could escape. Less like love, more like rape. Introduced me to those words I never used before Drugs paraphernalia kit cut...

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The convenience store Comes to life under the moon A junkie's hangout...

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Chunky, clunky, flunky, junkie, you're a chunky, clunky, drugged up tool, flunky to a junkie, and a fool. (Tyburn) 08,08,2019 Your Turn For A Tyburn Poetry Contest Sponsored by: charles messina...

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To me there’s nothing finer then that charge within the air, and that strange yellowish light that tell people to beware. Most people will see the signs, they will scurry off and hide, I admit, I’m one of them, but as soon as I’m inside I love it when the weather acts out like a drama queen, I am a thunder-junkie, I am a lightning fiend. First...

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sports make my voice sing but basketball makes my heart stop...

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i see you again waiting for the man dirty dollar bills crumpled in shaky hands your veins would collapse if they weren't running sand high risk life, low life demands unaware with a vacant stare of your surroundings, like you even care there's only one reason as to why you're here and it's not to admire yourself in cars passing mirrors with the...

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They like their news delivered intravenously Nonstop drip of horrific images pumped straight to the cortex Ophthalmologically dosed every hour Raw footage unedited, fatal tragic scenes unfiltered on the television screen Traumatized survivors giving ghastly, weeping accounts Macabre absorption byway of visual osmosis sends them into an euphoric stupor Bad news junkie getting their daily fix, strung out wi-fi broadcast junkie ...

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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 in college then now no more She recalls the good upbringing...

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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 of the night, Bit standoffish at first but quite the looker. *Holly* Hahah...

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Oh Bible Junkie Proceed with caution The needle sinking deep Remind yourself Or hire someone To point out Combustible Degenerative verses With euphoric illusions Those that lead The flock, yourself To turning Heavenly tricks For ecumenical devotions Remain cognizant Remain real to thyself Thy kingdom will come But only by answering The call To those, to which You're grounded. (7/27/06)...

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