Junkies Poems - Poems about Junkies

How long must these salty tears fall, in the name of love? A heart will never be practical, until it is made unbreakable! When love appears, after so long without it, tears burst forth! For the heart knows of it's fragility, and predicts it's breaking. Yet once more, hope will endure, that this time it might last. Love is like...

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the only thing these days i do is watch my reflection in a junkies spoon turning away before i go too deep yet crawling back as hell's urge hits me i've watched more friends come and go living fast while dying slow waiting for the monkey on my back to draw the last card from out my deck i've bought this farm for...

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PLEASE DON'T SPEAK SO CLOUD clouds converge overhead but only over mine everywhere else it's sunny instead so i take the cloudiness as a sign a cloud sighs up in the skies as addiction, a hopeless affliction hampers me and yes, this junkie hopelessly cries while my tears compete with a cloud's humidity i wonder about humidity's humility for it's subservient to a cloud as i...

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PORCELAIN AND TILE TO DEFILE FOUR JUNKIES You cannot imagine what I see Unless you are exactly like me Friends like yours die and that’s the rub But many of mine have died in my bathtub Just two junkies sitting together on porcelain and tile There to defile the temple of my body I read about in some Biblical babble or...

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MOM AND POP GOES THE DIESEL There we were, four in the same place where the only thing one could do was pace you could pray from morning until night four men surrounded by fright to the left was a hard right to the chin to the right was a man about to remove your grin straight across was a threat we...

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DO DON’T, WILL, WON’T We were wandering, we were lost Four who knew not the route out of a maze Other’s blood upon our hearts was there embossed Never to forget a dead man’s glaring gaze Once, twice and then one becomes numb and void While death becomes birth’s ally and partner in crime Some may swear and some become annoyed Each time...

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sullen trappings that silence the most of us making one ever more self-aware as each day passes don’t seem to affect the applause junkie. the quintessential attention whore--- s/he who makes it a point to gain smiles no matter what the cost no matter how little substance exists within them, tightening the cord round the arm tapping the vein they pass these same days...

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As it travels through the minds dark halls Your veins are screaming as it crawls Another fix will do the trick As on your soul demons lick Just dump your dope out in the spoon Can't get it watered down to soon Take a smoke break it down Make a cotton flat and round As the cotton starts to soak Through the needle suck...

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