Short Relapse Poems
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when we could collapse
what we had was a relapse
filled would be the gaps
things had been a drag
did have to apply a tag
we would brag and brag
creep into that wasted house
no structure to reinforce
what has been hollowed out
one day soon these walls will collapse
and the cause will be chiseled in the ashes
Relapse
For every step forward, take two steps right back.
Without you I'm stuck in relapse.
Poison hearts will never change.
It's so unfair that you're in control.
Now watch as it destroys me.
I don't care about the things I promised to him, to her, or myself
Dreams are only fulfilling lies
Love is only a temporary high
I'll go back down in my comforting fire
'Til luck finds my way and decides to stay after all
Form:
I suppose I had no choice
…but to collapse.
I'll always lose my path among the wreckage;
I can't keep my spirit from fleeing its traps.
What's the matter with me?
…I solace in this relapse.
Broken promises
Dagger through the heart
Silent heaving sobs
Why did it start?
Healing wounds
Comforting words
Relapsing Pain as
Photos return.
Haunting love
Tainting its name
Dagger through the heart
Overwhelming shame.
I fell in love with a girl
And on that day
She took my heart
And she went away
Now she's back
Nothing is new
She still has me
What can I do?
So we'll talk and laugh
Think back to that day
Remember the memory
And reminisce away
Illuminati now making loud stinky farties
so angry becoming diddle dandy scoffing smarties
White Hats feeding fat black garden cats, maybe rats
getting ready for a collapse, no space for relapse !
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A quake took place
between my shoulder blades
teeth ground to dust behind my face
the scraping of tectonic plates
scared me to my hiding place
bottles and blankets, a child’s space
it cannot withstand the shakes
that are now all too commonplace.
DO IT!!!
There is no more use
Your skin,
Just make it bruise…
Nearly a year
One…
It’s just that one relapse I fear
Just one line…
That’s all I want!
Would that be fine?
It’s the disappointment
From them all.
Just because of that one fall
I flap, remembered
through treacherous gusts:
freedom dismembered
by old bloodline trusts
assuring collapse
with floods of treaties
prompting a relapse
of diabetes
bursting the synapse
in chemical sway,
tightening those bootstraps
till trust fades away.
Propped up on willpower strong
Wants and needs in war prolong
Tested far beyond my means
Clinging tight to hopes and dreams
Each day teeters on near collapse
Strength in danger enabling relapse
Endless trials pain and sting
What new battle will tomorrow bring?
Stitched in braille from life's mishaps
the horrors and the pain relapse
Even on the quietest shores
his haunts invaded evermore
Long ago, the peaceful dreams
buried deep by sirens' screams
Transports rushing through the night
the ghosts of war, never white
There's a piece of my life
I hide away
from the light of day
keep under wraps
to prevent relapse
yet it lies right there
naked and bare
should I dare
glance or glare
so, that piece of my life
still hidden away
in ambush to scare
me if I dare --
I wonder,
Who I will be,
When I age.
I often find myself,
At a loss,
When asked who exactly I am.
I tend to brush the chestnut locks,
Only attempting to contain my face,
Away,
And peer down,
At my steadfast feet.
I do not even know me,
Me!
It causes my heart to shrink,
And relapse.
Form:
At just a glance
I have one more chance
For every microsecond,
that advances
You have just a minimum amount of time
To relapse and forgiveness hovers all around you
All you have to do is embrace it and be freed from your troubles
9/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
She paints everything purple when she's high
Violet clocks and lavender shelves get her by
He smiles, wishing the clock could rewind
He hates the drugs, at least he's color blind
She hates being like this
She covers her room in amethyst
She knows he sees her addiction is back
It's evident as her world is splattered in lilac
Many people don’t
Understand all the
Limitations we face.
These affect each
Individual differently yet
People continue to
Laugh when we
Experience “MS Moments”
Some moments like:
Cognitive and memory
Loss along with
Extreme fatigue can
Ruin plans with
Others because even
Stress can make
Individuals with MS
Suffer a relapse
With myrtle and listenability
I undertake the words of the prophets
Memories relapse in an unhealthy fashion
Man the forgetful
this rectangular mouth
compromises loftily
The Moons harsh splendour
boasts its specious context
as marigold and beam
sway across my October windowsill
like salt peter cleansing the pelt
truth is unburdened
Splatters of Paint
There she goes again
With her relapse
Doomed for perfection
Pain is her canvas
Only this time
There are bright colors
Matching the flowers
Outside her room
Fading into the dark,not able to escape.
I'm not ready , but its not my choice and i hope its not fate.
It happened again,
I just cant control it, and when i relapse it will be there again staring me in the face.
This demon i cant get rid of.
Its an addiction but also a curse.
The end is coming soon and i'm just not ready.
Not ready to die.
Form:
Efficiency, anxiety
Result, vanity
Success, burnout
Alienation, disguise
Unconscious, relapse
Control, coact
Apologist: own merit!
Arbitrary, reclusive
Circus, bread
Conscious, blurred
Acceptance.
Commotion, trivialization
Affection, weakness
Love, liquid
Affliction, medication
People can no longer
Human beings.
- Bruna Beatrice.
This relapse is pending
So go on and judge me
Still breaking and mending
Who you'd never want to be
Once happy, now sad
But it goes back again
Happy's the fad
Among judgmental men
This roller coaster
Of thoughts in my mind
All of you critics
Will be happy to find
Too many times jaded
The happy times faded
I'll go on and say it
I am medicated
if you remember you are yourself again
as an orator fall
relapse when ijzende absolution with a maturity of understanding how does the
armor of the gods
the songs of the trust wishes clears up
and clearance requirements of enchantment
you taste the thorn of our grief mediation
hit like a dream of innocents
you have exhausted the great salvation
powered by
Thoughts mend, bleed and blend.
Peace of mind I can't defend.
Another pill to pretend.
Sh**! I relapsed again
Complicit mind, blind.
I am fine.
Repeated phrase.
Meanwhile, dazed.
lost in haze, afraid.
Another pill, clear the fog.
Sh**! I relapsed again.
Every time I think I'm fine.
I need to go back in time.
Fix, fix, fix broken thought.
Another me can't be bought