heroin
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Tell me of all the idiosyncrasies you developed as a result of your first trauma,and I will tell you of all the times God has let me down.Follow me down twisting alley-ways and one way roads,
Goodbye to the old me,
The one full of sadness, pain, and misery.
She never seemed to show a genuine smile,
Only when she knew she was gonna get higher.
Searching for the love that was lost,
What a low cost.
My dad was murdered, it occured when I was seven, to him it was a filler but to me
heroin is a killer. After he was gone, I went to, I managed to lie even as I cried.In a
Infamous flower-
plushly petaled
poppy
your juice is a
portal
to perdition
and pain...
Brightly
crimson
or creamy China
White,
Do your partakers
know that your embrace
Blood vessels and veins mesh beneath skin;
violently violet
Head and arms draped across the bathroom floor
Walls aren’t made of bricks
Words aren’t made of shit
I haven’t been sick
this is never-ending bliss.
tell Them thank you, please
all those heads, shoulders, and knees
This is not a war story
but one of victory.
I can hear the freedom bells ring
and my heart sings
because once I was a captive now liberated by the King.
But that’s just the thing
I wasn’t always free.
What people fail to see is the chance to be free,
The power to be more, the chance to open doors.
Like a locked cage inside where the pain won’t subside,
Dear Jesse, don’t get high and stay in the sky.
I thought about it more, and I realized it means don’t die.
She grabbed her pearl beads
And her room key
Left her soul in agony
Cold street corners
Search for donors
Empty handed she won’t be
Empty hearted, possibly
Dying slowly, audibly
Heroin
Here and there, there and here,
Whats left for me, because life's unfair.
Kill myself as i push you away,
Stab myself as my heart goes astray.
1. Community Member.
2. Bottom Shelf, but lower than that.
3. Secrets underneath the floorboards.
4. Not a hero nor a heroine .
5. Numb to headlines of “Ann Arbor Teen Dies…”
I can't grasp the concept of death; how someone can be here one moment and gone the next.I didn't think a fragile needle had the power to take the lifeof a man who fathered my cousin and had a wife.
There's velvet lining on a woven silk floor,mirrored ceilings, and I can't find the door.My peaceful palace, once plainly placate,was fearfully empty, everyone within did vacate.Though I too, tried to leave the room,
Use useless using user,
Used by your abuser,
Uses only to be used,
The kind of clarity that leaves you confused.
Tattoos made with stick and poke,
But there’s no ink in needles filled with dope.
I knew someone with an addiction.
It was a horrible conviction.
He came in black and white color.
You ripped out my heart and threw it at my feet.
You told me I lost my mind, that’s not really fair.
You listened as it slowly thumped its last beat.
She stands on the corner, barely 18
Hasn't showered in days but waits
Waits for a man who needs an illegal touch
The body of an adolescent becomes tainted
She looks for independence on an incredibly tight leash
Concerned hand
Shoots up
Riddled with
Purple tracks along
Vein’s corridors indicating
Another kind of shooting
Eyes glassy yet aware
Functioning child
Unknowing of what his
When you pass down the streets in Chicago, Cleveland, and Atlantic City, you see it in their eyes.
They’re not yet sixteen, acting eighteen,
Driving their moms up a wall when they don’t come home for supper.
Ha! Remember when you hit that blunt for breakfast that morning?
You thought you were on cloud 9 until you found yourself hitting rock bottom by lunch.
Is it that easy? You shoot up, the pants come down. You get your money’s worth. I’ll leave the gain. Rusty lemon types, sour and boney. Like larvae, comfortable and worry-free. Days tick tick, living under a spell.
Living with this darkness. Always weighing me down.
Thinking dark thoughts; wandering around this strange and lonely town.
Can't get rid of this depression; seems like any hope I once held is coming to an end.
Running through my blood
You are toxicity
You are every part I have grown to hate about me
From the beginning of time you brought only pain
You flushed me of personality
And chizeled at my brain
He’d always wondered where she kept
her wings. And he questioned where she hid
her horns. He could never find feathers on her
boney, bare back and he couldn’t feel spikes
I see you,
It clouds your mind,
and you try to hide,
what is inside.
Attached to it,
Can't let go,
Refuse the help,
The need has grown.
You look at them,
Pearls--blackly luminescent--fade
Under the burnt midnight oil’s parade.
They burn clear
Onto weakened corneas, thrown
Into sharp relief
Music is my heroin. Headphones are my needles. Being able to drown you out is my highI dont tlk about my feelings. I do musical therapy. I feel better without talking.
The room is always dim,
aside from the fog of creeping
cancer,
and over-priced incense.
It bounces,
it swirls,
among the sad lamps (barely holding on),
seeps from under locked
doors.
Tears turn on like a broken faucet, droplets splashing on my hands and in my hair.
He hasn't come home yet.
His absence is fresh in the minds of his loved ones and all left with almost no more emotions to bear.
Deep moans drift in the room.
Liquid hunger screams from my veins.
Acid leaks from my lips.
Agony drips from my head.
I am wounded, and all I want is more.
more of her to heal my pain,
Heart scripted sentences draw tears from the past
Back slashed font bleeds ink through the page
Its a matter of health. A matter of health.
Pretty little liar,
in your pretty little attire,
looking stressed and hot wired,
we see through all your games.
