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Addiction Recovery

I was inspired to write this after reading someone’s addiction. I once was an addict. I’m recovered now, due to circumstances…

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An addiction so strong
made me do everything wrong
choices go left instead of right
that little bit of ecstacy
opened my eyes and made me see
I’ve let go of some of the pain
forgot about the lil lady cane
still have crying eyes
depressed only because of lies
making me do things I’d never do
this payback – long overdue
cried and complained
pillows tear-stained
the jonesing is no more
A new leaf, a closed door
For another hit of you
I think I can think of something else to do
Tossing and turning in bed
No need to with a cleared head
A pushers past you can see
There’s more addicts than just me
leaving my cravings behind
this junkie is no longer blind

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02/04/2012 Posted by | Poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Addiction

This is a repost…

Like a junkie I fiend for it
Whatever I can have, I need, like narcotic.
Thinking of when my next hit will be
Maybe a little bit of ecstasy.
Laying in bed tossing and turning
Face full of sweat insides burning.
I need to relieve this headache and pain
Where is my pusher with his lady cane….
Addicted to this feeling
I get mood swings, fearful and spaz for no reason.
Crying eyes bloodshot, pupils dialated
Depressed and feeling isolated.
The feeling of formication running through my brain,
Heart beating fast, feel blood flowing through my veins.
Making me do things I said I’d never do,
All this for another hit of you.
It’s been months running dry in panic
Gotta get you out of my head please get me a xanax.
The silence and distance makes me crazy
Someone please help and baker act me.
For you I’m jonesing,
losing my mind through these emotions.

12/12/2011 Posted by | Poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Addiction

Like a junkie I fiend for it
Whatever I can have, I need, like narcotic.
Thinking of when my next hit will be
Maybe a little bit of ecstasy.
Laying in bed tossing and turning
Face full of sweat insides burning.
I need to relieve this headache and pain
Where is my pusher with his lady cane….
Addicted to this feeling
I get mood swings, fearful and spaz for no reason.
Crying eyes bloodshot, pupils dialated
Depressed and feeling isolated.
The feeling of formication running through my brain,
Heart beating fast, feel blood flowing through my veins.
Making me do things I said I’d never do,
All this for another hit of you.
It’s been months running dry in panic
Gotta get you out of my head please get me a xanax.
The silence and distance makes me crazy
Someone please help and baker act me.
For you I’m jonesing,
losing my mind through these emotions.

09/15/2011 Posted by | Poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

   

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