Miraquill
Junkie.
Only when the thick white smoke enters my lungs do I find peace and clarity
Spinning this glass ball full of crystal like liquid substance
People say meth is the devil, and I say heroin is his less forgiving brother
Meth brought my life to a spiralling end, heroin just helped me forget it
I rustle through a purse filled with the only items I own and find a shiny heroin lined piece of foil crumpled up in the pocket
I guess you could say that I am rockbottom
I wander the streets at night
Frequently, someone flags me down asking if I needed a ride, reluctantly sometimes its just a kind old man seeing me cold and uncomfortable in the elements
Most times, it's because I look like I could be cold enough that I would be willing to offer a cheap thrill as they look at me like a prey wounded in unfamiliar woods at night...
If I'm lucky I have a place to rest my head
Or if im really lucky, a dirty run down place addicts call home...
And I feel they are more like sanctuaries compared to the hollow scared feeling that over whelmes me when I am on the unforgiving streets soaked in rain or in the arms of a stranger.
Most days spent wasted away in front of a slot machine. All I can do is hope I win big... but at the end of it, im stuck out in the cold 4am weather without a place to take shelter.
Gambling is the worst addiction. The thought of alot of money gets you high.
Youll never be in favor over the house though... ever.
it's insane and utterly ridiculous how a gambling addiction could alter your mind more than a drug induced comatose.
Only good to come from that evil hell are the few friends I consider more like family since I see them more than my real family who wouldn't even know or care to even look for me for weeks or months if I came up missing. Id be found dead rotting for god only knows how long and they would find out and it would be too late to matter.
I guess, you could say that I miswell be dead anyways.
This is the life I live, if I'm even living at all.
More like half dead, I am of no use in this world I reside in.
©leahhkayee
#junkie
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Junkie
Always been a junkie whore, nothing less and never
more. your on the outside looking in, judging
without sin. this wretched path i follow, the pain is getting
difficult to swallow. i see
beauty in these scars and
tracks, you see me as a monster an turn your backs. i
wasnt always like this, something went extremly wrong.
the weight
on my back was far to strong. you will never see me in the light, pushing
me around tryin to start a
fight. my past thats led me to this moment in time, attack
me for who i am, like being me's a crime. i stab myself, i
open a vein. i let the waves crash thru me and wash away
the pain. no love can reach this place,
no one can scale
this wall. fatal to me if it reaches me at all. id rather be
here alone, far from the suffering iv known. stabbing into
my soul, i am cushion for th pin. wait for the red flag telling
me to push the plunger in. my heart picks up pace, the
tourniquet falls to the floor. im beyond your reach here,
you cant hurt me anymore. love, is a word often
actionless. just chemicals and seratonin causing you to
feel like this. im dirty and battered, you wanna hurt me for
reasons that never mattered. the hype is the vehicle, i
drive it into my vein. i go out on the road and drive in the
rain. you'll never understand, never spend a moment in
my shoes. i have lost everything in this hell, iv got nothing
left to lose. this junkies stabbing holes, searching for the reason why
one reason to keep going on or the reason i
should die. point a finger, i can see the discust upon your
face. one day your ignorance could put you in my place..
©sarah_kay5 0
Same As Me
When you look at me, I know you see lies that are spread about people like me. Telling you I'm always strung out; bad company to have around; a menace to society; a criminal. Not knowing how I can keep my high going. When honestly your trusted doctors, lawyers, cops, co-workers, and celebrities are more strung out than I could ever be. Take a peek into your family tree; can you count how many are rotting secretly? Our drugs are no different you and me; except the government says your alcohol and pills you obtain legally. Still claiming denial that your not the same as me....let me break it down very simply. Those Oxycodone, Percocet, and other opioid pills you seek pharmaceutically, are synthetic heroin. It's just concentrated, shaped, and stamped to make you feel less like a dope fiend. Wake up quickly from your denial fog clouding your brain. Your chasing the same high as this junkie.3 1
thewake
177w
My demons aren't the kind you drown
Not those bastards
They don't just swim
They surf
These fellas ride every drop of alcohol
Like adrenaline junkies on a tsunami
©thewake9 0 2
hostilegospel
190w
DAMAGED GOODS
A danger to myself and others,
Issues from my missing mother.
Sex and drug addiction spiraled,
A runaway. A junkie child.
Habits spiked, I bent the rules-
City dope runs after school.
Straight A's & yet I got expelled,
A heathen not saved by the bell.
Innocence stolen by a pedophile,
Hid all the damages behind a smile.
Now I'm older, fully grown,
But feeling exposed, like my covers been blown,
How do I proceed from here?
A fraud at life it would appear.
A long-lost cause, torn at the seams,
Born bad to live out broken dreams.
©hostilegospel16 3
hostilegospel
195w
Rancid
Oh, the shame in degredation!
Pus-infected lacerations.
Yet another victim to the trend.
'Cause if you snooze some,
And you lose some,
Then what's left to fucking choose from?
We all die alone in the end.
©hostilegospel6 4
- hostilegospel A lovely little lullaby, amiright @werd_slayer?
- itswordplay Sing me to sleep, baby.
- hostilegospel Swear I accidentally deleted this trying to edit the background picture !!
- hostilegospel I think I humpty-dumptied it back together okay tho?
s_sadaf
200w
If Love is a drug then I'm a junkie.
©s_sadaf13 0 1
Like the needle awaits a vein,
And the pipe awaits a flame,
Though my drug is different,
I'm a junkies just the same,
I'm an addict I am cursed,
My hungers only getting worse,
I'm begging for release,
A rhymed and metered verse,
My addiction's here to stay,
No need to plead or pray,
It keeps me sane and kills my pain,
And chases my apathy away,
I cannot hide I will admit,
I want a fix I need a hit,
To taste your words upon my tongue,
This my habit I shall not quit,
Caught in its web forever,
Chasing words of precise measure,
I lick my lips for more,
Seeking eternal poetic pleasure,
Across the great divide,
A place our hearts do hide,
In its pages our secrets,
Where our true love does reside,
One thing I know, a simple guarantee,
In its grips I'm held, never to be free,
I know none will understand,
Except the junkies just like me.
@Lovingdead9 2 3
- priyaswaminathan This piece is really awesome but just minor mistakes. Work on them it's a really moving one
- leahkaye Enjoyed this poem. Great rhyming.
spirituallygifted
208w
Jay
Growing up no one ever plans on
Sticking a needle in their arm
Filling their veins with poison
Stifling their every dream
Every wish is shattered
Shattered on the floor
Glistening diamonds just
Begging to get put back together
Junkie
Walking the streets
Eating out of the trash
Surrounded by terrible people
Yet utterly alone
Sweating uncontrollably
Just one more hit
I'll quit tomorrow
And then she did
And never looked back
©spirituallygifted25 16 2
- spirituallygifted @vanshikatandon how are you doing today? I hope you have an amazing day.
- leahkaye Beautifully tragic ♥️ I can relate way too much. Glad you sought out help. I am still lost.
fourth_dimension
213w
Reggae
That was the first time we danced together. We were two maniacs madly in love with each other and drugs. Mandy is a powerful energy drug, a variation of ecstasy. It was 4 am. We were too excited to be controlled and drenched in mineral water. We were just full of energy.. You can't help it, the drug does that to you.. The music was coming to an end. After a psychedelic storm they wanted us to have a mellow trip so the last few songs were very sober, reggae.. We hugged each other and grooved to bob Marley the rest of the night. That hug lasted two entire songs. It was so beautiful I never wanted the song or the relationship to end. But like the wise men always said "all good things come to an end" and it's true, it does. We never hugged again like that nor tripped on Mandy or danced like that again. Our relationship was just like an lsd trip, in the end you never know if the drug faded away or not.
©mkyamini12 2 1
sivashree_prem
215w
Junkie#6...
A perfect combination of coffee and music is the best mood booster ever...and dark chocolate when needed...♥♥
©sivashree_prem12 0
mmbftd
234w
Worry is an addiction-
I should know-
I'm the junkie.
©mmbftd13 3 1
- ghoulfrost @mmbftd you are welcome, Miss...or Mr...not really sure ...but thank you... welcome to Mirakee...and I am a Worry-junkie too
- mmbftd @ghoulfrost hello kind (sir)?...good to know I'm not alone (with the worry). But sorry for us both. Thanks again, sincerely, a Miss.
- ghoulfrost @mmbftd indeed..but I am but a little lad...so the term Sir will not be required...as I am no man
encreducoeur
234w
Read MoreFeb 17, 2017. 06:42 pm.
#thissoundslikeitsaboutdrugsbutitisnt #kindof #betweenthelines #differentstyle #asitflowed #itscomplicated #complicated #relationships #lovedrug #drugs #junkie #addictions #myaddictionwasyou #doubtfulonthatpasttense #itsthattimeoftheyearagain... #recoveringaddict #recovering #encreducoeur #elaencre #writersnetwork #pod #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteuniteIt's that time of the year again...
Imagine you're a junkie and you call your dealer to say hi, but you want to ask him for drugs but he doesn't offer you any but you still want to ask him for them because you know how good they make you feel even if you know they make you feel like shit afterwards but you still want them. But you don't ask him for them. And he doesn't offer. And you hang up. And you're proud you didn't ask, but bummed he didn't offer, but happy you didn't ask but still bummed he didn't offer. Like you're proud you didn't ask, but bummed because you wanted to taste it again. And you shouldn't feel anything other than pride for not having caved. But you don't feel proud. You do, but you're mostly bummed. And you don't understand why. If you did good and should be proud. But you're not. And you don't understand why.
©encreducoeur5 0
twisty
248w
JUNKIES
I think all the JUNKIES are stand up peeps, seriously committed to the DOPE that their choices bring to the table.....
©twisty15 5
- gauri_sri Well penned
- gauri_sri Kiddo
- twisty Thanks kiddo @gauri_sri
- gauri_sri Thanks well, for calling me kiddo!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
- twisty ❤❤
themadnessofzthomasnichols
249w
Read More#poetry #poet #poem #dark #sad #addiction #poems #beautiful #beauty #heroin #heroine #junkie #jimcarroll #bukowski #rimbaud #words #art #writing #love #death #magic #street #nighthawk #night #music #amazing #losangeles #la #hollywood #skidrow #echopark #orangecounty #california #whiskey #rum #rockandroll #punk #narcotic #dreaming #dream #nightmare #summer #writer #badluck #lucklikebuckshot #zachthomasnichols #zthomasnichols #insanity #chaos #paintingwithwords #craft #typewriter
Queen Junk Angel
My queen of the black soot
asphault pipes
Needle crutch and eyes
crawling along the bedroom walls
High on pure sympathy
Using the tar as a tool
Wrenching on heart string instruments
Familiar symphonies
and eyes kicked into reverse white color theft
Turning on the occupancy light
Hair hanging brown spider webs
Cob webs
Under the stairs
Filling with smoke
Going grey sick crazy
Nobody ever heard the whole sad story
The money went missing
A heart target in shock
Blood hunger drool
Peeling back fingernails
Scratching eyelids
Death
for that love embrace and worry blizzards
just outside the window of real noise
Testing science
Straining the DNA
Pushing envelopes until phones spot ringing
Through the door comes the beast storm alive
grabbing purple limbs like lingerie
Hand
touching leg
Moving over the rind like warm water river rage
The joy of the caress that means it
The lost found music
Beauty not considered
Forgetful realization
a recipe
followed
only for the taste to be wrong
The dance
tripping over steps between beats
movements
and measures
The things not noticed
looked over
Oh
How she used to steal that gaze
©zthomasnicholsinsanity4 2
solemnvortex
259w
Twitter fiction
Monday again,submissions, late on train, is it gonna rain, attempts drowned in vain,I'll need more cocaine,damn it's Monday again.
©solemnvortex47 0 1
Wordoholic
There are days, when I wake up and write,
Without any cobwebs of the world to fight,
When the light shines on my armor bright,
When thoughts are too heavy and words too light
©iabhisrivastava10 4
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- blahhhhhhh Wow what's it like to be a geologist @iabhisrivastava
- roshanabhishek X-geologist now. It is fun. Different stuff. Great people. And the world is playground!
- blahhhhhhh Great !!
