Junky Poems - Poems about Junky

The Junkie How skillful yet your monstrous face, that hides your love and gayer part from all who dares to try embrace with tender care and open heart. In solitude you live this life, this burden self-denial’s hate; that chose you as companion’s strife remembrance of a happier state you laugh inside yet snide and bark to every soul that cross your way your voice an...

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Illusion in this house of the mind - a kitchen drawer that one can find. Lost things will roar in this Junk Drawer, lots more than anyone ought to ignore. Inside it were cries 'n clips 'n pieces: our oldest sorrow that never ceases. Monkey Mind flitters from here to there, cares little since it's unaware. Feelings best left behind closed doors, forever secrets...

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It's time to get on So the plane can start flying Strap the pack on Today we are sky diving It is ok to be afraid If it's your first time jumping Me I live for this I am an adrenaline junky Don't you dare worry I will be right there Every one gets a bit nervous It's ok to be scared Take a...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky (any resemblance between this poem, and living persons...iz purely coincidental.) Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind loosed another idea for a poem asper (wren) this wordsmith first awoke as if this burr bull ling gray matter of mine cur rage Hesse lee ...

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Back in the nineteen nineties I'd get righteously opinioned When I'd hear about junkies on TV Or see them out on State Street Panhandling for money Don't you have somewhere better to be In the two thousands it hit closer When my cousin got addicted And pretty much destroyed her family First she lost her daughter Then she went to prison Now she's a prostitute...

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he was a junky fu cked up, done wrong almost died again he was the sad sad stoned son of no one It was bad He wore it all on his back Until they took him of that I seen him just the other night, He held a cardboard sign Trying to find A hole so he could lay sick and die He provoked the...

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goodbye i'd rather die stay away from me from my abandoned arm it's taken way too long to say so long i finally know this is wrong in my arm you don't belong you wher my friend for years drying all my tears numbing my fears this will be harder to turn away but i'm sorry i'm searching...

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wide awake my stomach aches-thinking again will this ever end wishing to be i the druggy hallways-to drown my cries not caring i almost died-so wrong and not right my thoughts their hard to fight-still wide awake getting harder and harder to take saying to myself just one more blast before i put it all in the past wishing the...

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