Short Withdrawals Poems

Banks like tanks

Filling by deposits

Withdrawals leaking!...

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wiseacres worked out
                      wishy-washy withdrawals
                       worth the worst wording...

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Goal? Leave withdrawals;
A minute taste of kismet;
Ninety six short hours,
make every one count today;
Memories can last four years....

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I smell the freshly baked bread,
so addictive it fills me with dread;
I’m completely carbsessed
withdrawals are such a test;
Scandalous dreams lying in bed....

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I feel like I could die;
My body is shaking;
Every breath I release is a sigh;
My head is aching.
I'm an addict and you have cut off the supply.
These withdrawals are like hell.
Even though I continue to try,
Only time will tell....

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Transylvania
That’s where Count Dracula is.
He comes out at night.

He will cause some fright
when he makes his rounds at night.
Not like a watchman.

At the town blood bank,
he never makes deposits.
Withdrawals are made.
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Incessant noise fills up the void
In darkness with no direction
No words discerned
With few concerns
To he who is still waiting
Ingesting all that drips and falls
For the void is unforgiving
Kindness withdrawals
Replaced with gall
And so remains unending...

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On mirror planes
Reflection it shows
Mighty lake reveals
Complete withdrawals
No other rivals
Can compare over
The majestic view
That this paints proudly
Hardly seen, barely
A mountain perfect
In every way
Timeless cool being
Open to a view
Remembering heart
For tomorrow is
What you wanted true

Russell Sivey...

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Climbing into one side of the narrow bed,
stretching out beside you
--we lay together in the cool morning
of the hospital room—
Dawn crawling over the parking lot outside,
light remembering itself in the room,
and you  turned,
speaking from withdrawals of sleep, 
“Fifty years just isn’t enough.”
06/05/’18...

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This is how my heart breaks
Mixed up on a mix tape
She and I and you take
Drama to a new state
This is how my heart falls
Walking into your walls
And unanswered phone calls
Lead me to my withdrawals
This is how my heart mends
With the needles of friends
Thread tied up at the ends
To you all, my heart I send...

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Why can't I hate you,
Like I hate myself?
Why can't I break you?
It didn't even make you flinch,
When you tore my heart into pieces,
Like it was nothing.
Why don't I deserve your love?
Am I not worthy?
How can you sleep at night,
Knowing I am somewhere, lying alone,
Shaking from withdrawals?

I am an addict and you have cut me off......

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Sweating, Shaking in a Shelter ; Uncontrollable sobbing
Tetched, Tracks etched in my arm : Denying tumultuously
Ungodly Urges to use again : Recovery or Utopia
Vague Vagabond ; unknown Vagrant or Valorous Victory
Wanting, Waiting while Withdrawals Dissipate, I’ve WON
       Thank-You God another day :  Clean and Sober

Dedicated to Michael Jordan...

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After buying into love, your receipt
has innumerable hurt charges. Some 
a little more taxing than others, and 
some are unnoticeable, making 
withdrawals from the next patronizing 
victim. 

   I've learned to pay close attention to 
the fine print for non-refundable, and
to purchase when 2 for the price of 1 
is the sale.

                                      JJ Twnsnd...

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I often wonder,
     If there is a Bank of Love
Where deposits are made
     And withdrawals are taken
What would it consist of

In my minds eye
     There would be no vault
No overdraft protection
     No fees or strings or penalties
There would be no loan rejection

A place to go
     If you should find
Love in short supply
     To give or take when needed
 A safe place standing by...

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lots of grey
in my black & white picture of yours
the dialogues unheard
and pinching silences 
of choosing the same words
as I come through 
to laugh off the world
the view infront 
steer clears of the fog
only to show for a second 
the ever perfect smile of his 
and that brings me to
 glistening over the past
how the truth seemed to be far
from the lines I drew
and so does the hope too, now...

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Lying here with a straw in my hand.
Contemplating tying off with a band. 
Wish I could just stop this s**t.  
Withdrawals back, let this be my last hit. 

Got put on, took 3 days to make a band.
Racked up a couple grand, before I lost the woman who made me a man. 
Now I'm lost in a desert wasteland. 
Inhaling this sin like sand. 

Don't know how much more I can stand. 
I've lost everything. 
Everything, except my empire of sand....

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