Addiction Poems
Visual Overdose
by Nathaniel Phillips
Reverse engineering
Looking back and forth
What is my present and what is my past?
What does it all say about where I’m headed?
Reeled in at the eye from young imagination
Impressions of perversion in gradual fashion
Whispers of this lust of vain infatuation
Erosions of innocence predicated upon twisted appetites of passion
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In the Back of Math Class
by AP Writes
No one asked
why I laughed too hard at 9 a.m.,
why my hands shook
when the room was too quiet,
why my bag clanked,
why I kept a hoodie on
even in the heat.
I was thirteen,
and life felt too big to touch,
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Addiction
by Kait Nelson
Every night I stay awake
Then curse upon the sun
Until my dreams can swallow me
And from myself I run
Stumbling up the stairway
I ignore the field of flags
Convince myself they’re burgundy
And shred them into rags
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Clammy Hands Around the Throat of a Bottle
by AP Writes
I was eleven
when the burn started to feel like home—
not the fire,
but the numb that followed.
The breathtaking silence
of my brain slowly
shutting down.
It wasn’t rebellion,
not really.
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Glass ghost
by AP Writes
You sit where I swore I’d never see you again—
bottle half-drained,
still sweating in the dark,
like you never left.
You wear my fingerprints
like trophies.
You know what I’ll do
before I do it.
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When I Can’t See The Sun
by Nathaniel Phillips
Find my fight with my voice
Abducted mind, do I have a choice
Breathing in with scabs on my lungs
Irritated heart, sweet tooth rot, everything’s stung
Like blood stain track marks of crimson residue
Killing myself in the silent echo of the ways I hurt you
Lost in broken reflections when pain is my default setting
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Visual Overdose
by Nathaniel Phillips
Reverse engineering
Looking back and forth
What is my present and what is my past?
What does it all say about where I’m headed?
Reeled in at the eye from young imagination
Impressions of perversion in gradual fashion
Whispers of this lust of vain infatuation
Erosions of innocence predicated upon twisted appetites of passion
......
Addiction
by Kait Nelson
Every night I stay awake
Then curse upon the sun
Until my dreams can swallow me
And from myself I run
Stumbling up the stairway
I ignore the field of flags
Convince myself they’re burgundy
And shred them into rags
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The Thing About Drugs
by AP Writes
The things about drugs
is at first
you get high.
You never want to come down,
and then you do.
And maybe you didn’t love it at first,
but you start to chase
those 10 seconds of buoyancy,
that minute of relief,
those 10 minutes of anticipation,
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My Best Friend
by AP Writes
From age 8, risky behavior was my best friend.
It started with cutting my wrists,
not for death but for the sensation.
It was like my brain took too long to register
the pain that I felt, so long that I sometimes didn’t feel it.
At age 11, I got drunk for the first time.
Felt a little silly, a little lighter. Everything made me laugh just a little harder.
At 11, I gave myself a tattoo. The burning sensation of a too dull needle
and not skin safe ink made me feel
ALIVE.
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