Long Addict Poems
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Too many bruises
to recall the story
of my scars.
Surviving all these disasters:
an invaluable blessing.
Remaining whole
in this jungle
where liars,
hypocrites,
and impostors
thrive.
No joy
in shining through cowardice,
submission,
and betrayal.
A procession of zealous traitors,
blinded by hatred.
Always on edge
since the placenta,
like a child soldier
forced to adapt
to human savagery.
Most of my wounds
are invisible.
Sometimes forced
to accept the darkness
of my shadows.
A gesture of charity
to hope for the erasure
of my transgressions.
My impure soul
drowned
in an ocean of blasphemies,
so that my divine spark
might illuminate
my traumatized consciousness.
The curve
of my miserable life
is rising,
despite all those
chaotic falls.
I wrestle with my demons
like an addict
trying to escape
the pleasure
given by a hit
of hard drugs.
The needles
of my compass
spin in reverse.
I loathe
submission,
servitude,
and defilement.
I perfume
my scorched neurons
with toxic fumes,
to endure
the violence
of human stupidity.
If I had
the power
of universal force,
I would have a planet
dedicated solely
to my own universe.
I would shower
in the furnaces
of the bearer
of celestial lights.
I expect nothing
from the verdicts
of the Final Judgment.
I am
an encyclopedia
of transgressions,
of crimes,
and of desolation.
My demons
torture my ghosts
since I accepted
the terminus
of my dusk.
I pray for you, but I’m just not sure
When you say you’ve changed,
Does it mean anything? When you reveal
Your heart – is it something dark
Or is it something blue, tender and true
I just can’t be sure about you… You’re someone
Who is rich in His blessings, someone
Who is loved, adored, accepted
Yet you neglect the truth, reject the hope
That comes to those who know, through faith
Through obedience to His ways…
There is grace – the sweet, sweet grace
That makes a way, gives a second chance
I pray for you, but I’m just so unsure…
When you say you’re growing, rising above
The darkness and fear, the worries and tears
- There is something quite clear
Your heart is good, I can feel that –
But, through the despair, when you say
I care… is there really truth there
Is there really any truth there? Or, is there…
Just the silent prayer that someday you will care!
I pray for you – for your best, for everything good
For the blessings that come from the hope
Found in the One who knows you more deeply,
More assuredly, more keenly than anyone on this earth
He is the Father – He is the light – He is the love
That makes a way for me to sincerely say – I love you
And, I know – despite the darkest addiction,
There is hope for eternity with Him, the only One
Who can make a way for everlasting love – and peace within
I pray – pray – pray… for this peace that changes things,
Peace that comes to the heart who believes He is who He says He is
And, through Him… there is a grace that changes things!
Through grace… He can make the addiction leave
the heart with assurance that, through Him – there is peace!
You have no concept of shame
You apologize for fun
Because that is what is expected to be done
Embarrassed you are not
You leave a message after the dot
Shaking at the start of every other day
It's not what you say
Its just the beginning of another day
Is not you is the excuse set on default
What's the point
But I am starting to question
My own sobriety and mental state
I think it's going to be me rather than you
First to fall
Because I am living this for us both
And I am struggling to cope
But you can't see what this is doing to me
Because to you this is normal
But it is only me stuck in the present
What am I to do
Its my cross to bear
You are to out of it to care
Its not fair
But I am your surviving heir
Next of kin on the contact form
To an Addict born
But the future is torn
Between what is best
Not for you
But for me
And I can't see the glass for the bottles
Or an end to ways
Or better days
Without urine on the stair's
And wake smoke drink pass out
On the living room couch
And you spitting into a glass
But this is today
Same as yesterday
And tomorrow
Hell of a way to live
But nothing gives
In the house where the bottle lives
Me 2
Me 2
You see a junkie, I see
Low self-esteem.
You see a problem, I see someone
Swimming against the stream.
You see a coke fiend, I see
Pain and fear.
You see a criminal, I see
A bum-steer.
You see an alcoholic, I see
Social-anxiety.
You see a loser, I see
Future sobriety.
You see an addict, I see
Someone's child.
You see a disgrace, I see someone's
Problems compiled.
You see a prostitute, I see someone
Caught in addiction.
You see a jail bird, I see
Their conviction.
You see a self-centered person,
I see the disease.
You see death,
I see someone ill at ease.
You see a pill head,
I see someone in pain.
You see no hope, I see
Someone caught in the rain.
You see a lost cause, I see
A willing to change.
You see someone evil, I see
The exchange.
You see denial, I see
Someone willing to try.
You see them in hell, I see
A person reaching for the sky.
You see a dope-fiend, I see
A new soul.
You see a creature, I see the
Way out of the hole.
You see a lost person,
I see their heart.
You see the end,
I see a new start.
Turbo1904
Are you the ADDICT,
Or the DRUG?
Are you a HAND-SHAKE,
Or a HUG?
Are you a BELIEVER,
Or a DOUBTER?
Are you SPLIT PEA,
Or CLAM CHOWDER?
Are you BI-SEXUAL,
Or BI-POLAR?
Are you UNDER,
Or OVER?
Are you CASUAL,
Or FORMAL?
Are you WEIRD,
Or NORMAL?
Are you the COP,
Or ROBBER?
Are you at SEA,
Or the HARBOR?
Are you LONG,
Or SHORT?
Are you SMOKE,
Or SNORT?
Are you MODERN,
Or ANTIQUE?
Are you PSYCHE,
Or PHYSIQUE?
Are you a SMILE,
Or a FROWN?
Are you a SKIRT,
Or the GOWN?
Are you SUMMER,
Or WINTER?
Are you OUTSIDE,
Or the CENTER?
Turbo1904?
Feathered Brazilian brown hair with eyes that match.
Red lips,Skinny brows with mascara thick on each lash.
Skin tone honey roasted cashew.
Body scarred from self harm and all she had been through.
Felonies,misdemeanors and a diploma.
From Great kills,Staten Island to the beaches of Clearwater and Sarasota.
Vodka on the rocks with a splash of diet coke.
Mirror, a straw and lines of coke.
She always made you laugh With every joke.
Even though,Throughout my childhood my mom was an addict.
There is no other women, I would of rather spent my life with.
Taught me how to be ok with surviving by myself.
Showed me some life choices will have you buried or displayed on a shelf.
I’ve learned from all your mistakes. So, I choose love over wealth.
I was born the black sheep to break the family cycle for my own health.
To ensure, I face the life. I try to create with my best self.
Years of addiction has definitely taken
a toll
I’m not even sure when I actually lost
control
The constant scheming to get what
I need
With the sting of the needle I instantly
I felt freed
That feeling didn’t last very long
at all
Before I knew it I was making
another call
All my bridges I left broken and
burned
This hell I’m living I’ve definitely
earned
Isolation became the only thing
that I knew
Sticking a needle in my arm was the
only way to get through
I’m now left with tracks and there was
never a train
The wild beast of addiction I still can’t
contain
I’m broken and my life I’ve throw
away
I’m nothing but an addict what more
can i say
Working through
wretched emotions
unhappiness
maybe depression
Understanding
unavailable
only advice from
others who don't have a clue
God knows
all our faults
sins
and understands
He knows ahead all our needs
and also, needs for the person
who is not the addict
and wants to know how to go on
In times
like these
what is the best course
to follow
Helping themselves
helping the addict
giving both
a fresh start
Covering your face with strokes of color and gold/, but as Hatshepsut your inside is dead, cold/
Likes or dislikes thats all that pops up/, yeah your soul disappeared, went cloud up/
Contouring overdone, below a crop top there is an illusion of abs/, not a sight of slack/, just to get some more egoboosting feedback/ and some more ads/
Obsessive fullness to creat that perfect look/, defections all fixed, viewers conclusion, yeah a milliondollar look/, everything done just to keep them followers hooked/
Meaningless ink confirms that you are one of the many copies in this gallery/ seductive nudity to provide for what you call a salary/
Like an addict/ you possess an unpleasant habit/, you use needles to poke a flat empty space out, just to get some more views at it/
Yeah instead of woman up/, you fillers up/, being so fake that you are getting true at it/
In a 6 inch cell case your life is locked/, charged with only a lense of glass, shouts out, blocked/
Constant tapping will crack that screen, your protection/, leaving your storebought curves slowly oxidizing, no more public acception/
Soon too post for the present, forgotten, as your time has lined out/, yeah this exhibition is over and you're out/
Starting to think that love isn’t real
Something we say, not something we feel
Frivolous rhymes soften the blow.
A ruse evoked by the brain,
Chemical explosions alter and addict.
Life forces fuse like hot metal,
But cool so fast they become brittle
Tolerance builds, chemicals fade, and the war begins
Perpetual battles for small doses, proving our love true
For some, the doses are enough
Anniversaries with digits next to decades
Others see error in choice, but crave the full effect.
Why do my chemicals always remain?
Maybe my brain is broken like it is with booze.
The cryptic off-switch eludes my fragile heart
Maybe love is real, and it only exists in the broken.
I know what you must think. What if it’s you?
Does toxicity spew from my pours?
Am I the retardant for chemicals adored?
The answers compete with love’s lack of existence.
So now I dwell in my new home,
Between rocks and hard places,
Grasping hope with sad faces