#addict

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  • muskaanbhatt_ 1w

    Poem from my book (THE UNKNOWN DRUG ADDICT.
    Addiction a thin line between life and death)
    Based on today's generation.
    Stay away and stay safe.
    #addict #quotes #poems #mondo #miraquill #wod #pod #writers #drugs @writersnetwork @miraquill_assistant @miraquill

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    The Addiction (Hobby turning into addiction)

    He started as a hobby
    But ended up as a foggy,
    He didn't knew how bad it will trap
    He didn't knew he will get a timeless nap,
    From jeers to bad insults he got so much to suffer
    His life was getting so much tougher,
    Everyone left his side except his mom and bride
    Everytime he getting flashbacks of suicide,
    He tired to get rid of all
    But his mind again recall,
    He tried to bear that killing pain
    But ended up injecting in vain,
    His habits made him a lier
    He whenever fulfilling his desire,
    Years of addiction worsen his health and faith
    Always getting high and seeing some sort of wraith,
    Still He unable to end up his affliction
    Finally he understood his hobby turned out an ADDICTION.

    ©muskaanbhatt

  • muskaanbhatt 8w

    He started as a hobby
    But ended up as a foggy,
    He didn't knew how bad it will trap
    He didn't knew he will get a timeless nap,
    From jeers to bad insults he got so much to suffer
    His life was getting so much tougher,
    Everyone left his side except his mom and bride
    Everytime he getting flashbacks of suicide,
    He tired to get rid of all
    But his mind again recall,
    He tried to bear that killing pain
    But ended up injecting in vain,
    His habits made him a lier
    He whenever fulfilling his desire,
    Years of addiction worsen his health and faith
    Always getting high and seeing some sort of wraith,
    Still He unable to end up his affliction
    finally he understood his hobby turned out an addiction.
    ©muskaanbhatt


    Poem from my book (������ �������������� �������� ������������.
    Addiction a thin line between life and death)
    Based on today's generation.
    Stay away and stay safe.
    #addict #quotes #poems #miraquill #wod #pod

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    The Addiction
    Hobby turning into Addiction
    @muskaanbhatt

  • roseanna 11w

    Anna Come Back

    Mold Anna
I am Anna
But Anna feels so far away right now
Anna hasn't been to her core in a very long time
Anna doesn't even know who she is
And maybe because she has caked on so many different things
But to peel them off feels empty
Boring
But when Anna can breathe, she is then free
And secure
And satisfied
 

  • roseanna 11w

    It’s painful to explain why I relapse, but this was the best way I could explain. #addiction #relapse #addict #cocaine #drugs #drug #abuse #recovery #aa #coke #thoughts #rehab

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    loss

    cocaine,
I have given you
    everything in me
    to keep you
    everything
    I spend my time searching for
    pieces of you
    the tiniest amount
    just to feel the loss of you
    a little less

  • roseanna 11w

    Hidden

    My love
It’s not your fault you don’t know
    Or see,
You see
This drug has a mind of its own
    Making my mind
    Weak

  • roseanna 11w

    It’s painful to explain why I relapse, but this was the best way I could explain. #addiction #relapse #addict #cocaine #drugs #drug #abuse #recovery #aa #coke #thoughts #rehab

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    Lost on Cocaine Highway

    I don't know how to tell you that Izzy has came back, my dear
    She whispers things in my ear
    Tells me she's so sorry I'm in pain,
    And reminds me of those beautiful times, we kissed in the rain
    She looks me in the eyes, and tells me she just wanted to see me again
    Take me on a ride to get away for a moment, just like old times
    But the old times to reminisce on are never truly that far away
    But time away with her feels so much longer, so I try not to focus on her
    To keep the longing at bay
     
    No matter how long our times been away,
    She insists again, again, again
    But the screams aren't in anger
    They are in a rush of pleasure
    Of the thought of us together
     
    She makes things so exciting, my dear
    She comes to me frazzled, excitement never lessened,
    Boasting about the world, and all the joys that are near
    There are new peaks to reach, she says
    A better feeling to feel,
    We get in the car, and step away from the fear
    I tell her a short drive, remembering her lack of care
    But I trust her way of knowing the perfect way
    And we start driving so fast
    That I can't remember where we even started
    Going so fast, I am forced into the moment
    Holding on to that moment
     
    We speed through the lanes,
    The world is moving so fast,
    I look around to see beauty,
    Colors, faces, nature,
    The beauty of the world will last
    But I'm amazed at how everything I see as beautiful,
    Also quickly moves past
     
    Izzy asks you why I'm so depressed
    I look at her and tell her my life has darkness
    That I can't surpass
    A life of confusion and wistfulness,
    That is only escaped at home by sleep
    Or a slow paced walk, to calm my head
    Can we not think about it right now
    And stay in this moment
    That gives me a glimpse
    out of my mental torment
     
    Izzy starts to sing
    A loud beautiful song, meant only for me
    Making me feel so special, she kisses my cheek
    And tells me there's no reason to weep
    For she is there, with me, and will show me all the beauty to this life
    Going so fast, feeling so happy,
    Hearing her sing, and watching life go past,
    Makes my heart skip a beat
     
    The police pass, and I realize they aren't watching
    Us go flying through the road,
    Everlasting
    No paranoia
    The rush is incredible, every cell letting go
    No sad thoughts anymore, I am never alone
     
    We drive so far
    That I don't know where to go
    But I do know, we need to get on the road
    That will lead us to go home
    My eyes are tired, my head is spinning
    I'm getting frustrated I don't see an exit 
    No wonder I feel burning
    In my chest, anger boiling
    Izzy keeps trying to comfort me, but nothing is working
     
    Izzy understands, and tells me she understands I have to go home
    I ask her what way, and she tells me to listen to the sound
    of my own intuition
    She reminds me I know God is near, 
    And he knows the way, off the highway
    So I can get home and pray
     
    As i start to pray, there's a deer in the way
    In the middle of the road, calm as could be,
    I'm trying to get home, can you just let me be
    A sudden slam on the breaks
    And know this is part of God showing me the way
    All at once I am still
    And Izzy looks at me confused
    I hate that we are still, 
    But will sit there until, the deer goes away
    And I feel the movement of no choice go away
     
    Izzy tries to leave the car
    But I can't stand to watch her go
    How can she leave me here all alone
    When my head is still
    Stuck in its own loop
    But doesn't want to stop the thrill

    I sit their nauseous, and think about going home alone
     reality starts to hit
    And maybe she's right,
    These are the moments I can't quit
    I look at the deer, and see it's simple life
    But I can't escape my own head, 
    And will never be that type

    I shouldn’t have let Izzy
    Get me to cave in
    Every ride with Izzy
    Leaves a hole in my heart
    Making it a little harder
    To say that final goodbye

    I should have learned
    The ride is too much

  • angels_halo_shines 14w

    Your's Again

    For some reason I'm called upon to write. Not just about let's think about a topic & write either. It just could not be simple. The main purpose is about addiction. Of course I have written on my addiction before. I'm thinking now the push is because my mind is more clearly conveyed. It takes years for ones mind to completely start to think with clarity. After your free from your addiction. You are free, but thought process necessarily isn't.

    Now, that's out and wide open this brings me to make the point. Of ok how the hell does ex cocaine/fentanyl addict know so much. The answer is all I can say is that I missed my true calling. Sadly. I was "supposed" to be the next nurse in our family. Hell, maybe I should have been. I was too busy with drugs to go sit back down in a classroom of egotistical achievers.

    First of all, had I had gotten the right help. The right support system things may have been different. But, as we all know, here we are.

    I am gonna tell you, peer pressure, no that's not the bitch. They say it is, I assure you that it isn't. Peer pressure, you can walk away from. My first time trying cocaine/fentanyl I WANTED TO DO IT. It did not matter what Big Joe schmo said over there. I will add this because it was said to me, Jessie you don't be like these other ones out on the corner begging. You call me, and I will be where you need me. Or what he said she said bullshit. Either you want to try it or you don't. Here I am in the trap house with 8 balls in front of me. The trap house let's make it loud & clear that I was with friends. Who the hell was I to judge the way they live? The next day at the end of that day, they were still my friends.

    I have been sober, 2 or so years or more.
    Cocaine is said to be the rich man's drug. That is 100% the undeniable truth.
    You will hit rock bottom, a few times before you realized you have hit it. Anyhow, I am recovered & no I'm not free from it at all. This world, goes round & round. Stress & illness can very well lead you right back to it.

    My connect, he calls time to time asking how I'm doing. And when I first told him I was done, he was just like right, this bitch... He now says that I should never have gotten on it to begin with. But, we both agree we live & learn. And thank God I'm here today.

    I hope someone who needs to hear this does. You know the pieces fit. We all watched them fall apart. They can all be put back together. With hard work, willpower & the ability to cut certain ones out your life. Your life can be yours again.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • kritu_22 15w

    I look up words synonymous to addiction.
    'Enslavement', 'Weakness', 'Dependency', it says.

    Fine lines crossed for sake of liking something,
    makes us its slaves.

    Addicts find excuses in the phrase 'life is small',
    and then make smaller or wasted.

    Shovelling out key purposes that hold one alive,
    fall in own grave they themselves dig.

    ©kritu_22

  • cassiopeia_sky 17w

    Addiction 101

    Addiction gateway to hell with the devil always ringing his bells...

    Trying to escape from mental hell drugs would always having me tell a whole other diffrent tale...

    Years of pain and abuse drugs was the key to escape my reality always having an excuse...

    My demons caused my trauma that always had me in some kind of drama...

    Found salvation never looking back for the more you reveal the more you heal plus GOD has always had my back....

    ©cassiopeia_sky

  • lylbeeez 21w

    You.

    without you I am sick, and with you I am numb.
    with you its as if all my pain and worries are gone.
    without you I am sick, right down to my core.

    one day I will be free of you.
    I will be strong, and walk away.
    I will not let you take me, like you have taken some of my friends.
    ©lylbeeez

  • benny_lambchop 22w

    Love of Liquor

    Ain't nothing like the love of liquor
    The elixir that will make me sicker
    Drop into the drink
    To depths never imagined
    In-between the blissful void
    My fears have been packaged
    Bottled inside
    Ignited by pain
    Fear has consumed me
    A coffin of my own
    Propped up on top of garbage
    Drunk off my own shame
    Ain't nothing like the liquor of love
    The elixir that will set me free
    ©blammers

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 27w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #slowly #wod #pod #muse #addict #dance #jungkook
    #sonnet Highly inspired from #BTS #bloodsweatandtears
    #ak_sonnets

    All written rights reserved
    19 April 2021 9.50 am

    Sonnet I - ABAB CDCD EFEF GG


    His Desirous Dance~

    Slowly he lifts tray bedecked with crystal
    Knowingly drank from the poisoned chalice
    Each sip rushed through vein make his neck bristle
    Refused to believe his muse did malice

    Softly killing him with pain addictive
    She chuckled, as per her plan worked the spell
    Gradually became slave, vindictive
    He knew obsession would ring parting knell

    Gently he swayed in the swing upside down
    All the world came crashing down at his feet
    Heart sobbing while lips smiling, like a clown
    He waltzed to the beats of her whispers sweet

    His blood, sweat and tears spilled on her, she dined
    His last dance ceased, his cold breath left behind

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    ~his desirous dance~

    His blood, sweat and tears spilled on her, she dined
    His last dance ceased, his cold breath left behind

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • intoxicate___ 31w

    My heart is addicted to your intoxication

  • the_bong_adda 31w

    পৃথিবীটা বড়ই জটীল লাগে..
    মদে আর কতটুকু নেশা লাগে.
    তোর ঠোঁটেই তো আসল মাতলামি..
    ©the_bong_adda

  • ananias 33w

    I am addicted to drugs and I hate myself. #addict #depressed #conscientous @writersnetwork

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    Zombie

    A dead man walking
    I don't know why I'm talking
    My brain is split
    My lungs are hitched to drugs
    I know why I'm coughing

    A failed man plotting
    I don't know why I'm propping
    Myself up so I got more to lose

    Black and white decisions
    I can not envision
    A world where it's not true

    That I'm still second best
    Your jester
    Your fucking fool
    ©ananias

  • deepflowsoul 38w

    Sucks to admit but I like to take pills to solve my problems. Even if magnesium is better than two benadryl and advil so I could sleep...its still an addiction.

    #addict #addiction #pain #acceptance #externalvalidation #healing #balance #numb

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    Acceptance #1

    I'm addicted to pushing buttons,
    Demanding they take away my pain.
    Hello, I'm an addict.
    I'm addicted to external validation,
    I'm addicted to healing stones,
    I'm addicted to magnesium,
    I strive for balance but end up numb.
    ©deepflowsoul

  • bclark2681 40w

    She, My Sin

    She is my breathtaking sin
    Of which I can not relinquish
    I crave her being like an addict
    Craves their fix and I'd rather
    Die and eternally burn within
    My fires embers than depart
    ©bclark2681

  • eccentricchick 46w

    this random writing
    is about one drug that helps me live. 
    not really a drug at all and better than any prescription pill.
    i’m hooked and shook by the hooks, the lines, the human soul all exposed in melodic rhymes. 
    way more addicting than any one drug on the streets. 
    i instantly became a fiend
    at the very first drop of the beat.
    but this drug is not a script yet it is truly healing me as I become an addict. 
    but I'm not talking about the poison you get from big pharmas prescription tablets. 
    my therapy for all the days I don’t wanna face. 
    truly saving me from that crazed head space place that I hate.
    it is music. 
    and it is the only medicine I need to help fix my wounds I hide inside.
    as the rhythm and rhyme drowns out my every cry. 
    stitches my heart when its torn to shreds
    and eases my head when I am mentally dead. 
    my first true love. 
    I'm mesmerized by every bar and line, and I’m not talking about that powder kind. 
    my comfort and peace in this cruel world I live in. 
    maybe the only thing that’ll be there with me when it all comes to an end. 
    until then i'll use again and again 
    and find comfort in another record spin. 
    ©eccentricchick

  • uttkarsh_15 47w

    Phone Sick

    Feelin sleepy but still on phone,
    Sometimes checking status ,sometime watching stories,
    I'm spoiling myself, with no warns,
    Boy this time i made a promise to self,
    Whenever I check phone so late,
    I'll write something on mirakee,
    Because it may help,
    All I want is freedom from phone addiction,
    that I can get from Some scribbles with stories and fiction

  • writeendlessly 52w

    I crave it.
    like an addict looking for the next hit.
    I run my fingers across my arm.
    Eyes closed,
    Waiting to feel it.
    Feel the pain.
    I move it slowly,
    I anticipate it.
    Like a climax, that you see coming,
    yet the build-up is tense like fire.
    Like jumping off a cliff
    knowing you're going to hit
    yet it takes longer then
    accepted

    Then I found it.
    The bruise beneath my skin.
    The reminder left by her.
    I caress it.
    Smile as the reminder
    sparks in my synapses.
    I shiver.
    wanting it more and more
    now that I cant have it at this moment.