Addiction Poems
Many Lovers
by Arthur E Knowles
I have known too many beds,
falling asleep upon satin sheets
fragranced with perfume
so sweet.
After a night
of drinking their sweet wine,
I awakened in cold arms,
enslaved by a devil’s charms.
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Hall Pass
by AP Writes
We passed pens like rumors
in the bathroom,
smoke curling
into secrets we never wanted to keep.
It wasn’t rebellion,
more like trying to make the day
a little softer around the edges,
like padding a fall
we already knew was coming.
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Continue readingFinally Sober
by Kevin Schroeder
I danced with demons, felt their cold embrace,
In those depths of my despair, I thought I found my place.
A fleeting high, a moments peace, but yet the darkness came,
A cycle of destruction, that never ending game.
The laughter turned to silence, love faded to fear,
The faces of my family blurred, their voices disappeared.
I traded joy for numbness, each thrill became a ghost.
In my addiction, I lost what mattered most.
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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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Many Lovers
by Arthur E Knowles
I have known too many beds,
falling asleep upon satin sheets
fragranced with perfume
so sweet.
After a night
of drinking their sweet wine,
I awakened in cold arms,
enslaved by a devil’s charms.
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Quitting you
by John Hughes
Gods cigarettes are tainting the food god gives me everyday.
I’m thinking about quitting God
Or the cigarettes
Or maybe both
And maybe neither
Why must you
by John Hughes
I swear the smoke that comes off a cigarette could densely fill more than the pack of itself and another
Why must we inhale so much smoke, why must the smoke be so filling to our needs
Consoling us as if were children, the smoke coddles us into a stupor
A drunk, stimulated and growing force of nature that puffs his way to freedom
The clouds are a wreck with so much smoke, my smoke is way up into the heavens
And my troubles along with it, go further with my feelings oh smoked belly feelings
Go as far as you can and leave me alone with myself
Tell my ancestors up there that I’ll give it up, I want to give it up
Oh ancestor thee is tired of toiling and boiling help me give in to life more
Instead of placing smoke as the grand pleasure it is not
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Fuel
by John Hughes
I’m fueled by monster, beef jerky and cigarettes
My blood is a poison, a drop could kill the sane and fix the addict
Driving hand in hand with a cigarette calm the worries of this broken body and self
The beef keeps me sharp and fighting able in case I meet a man with nothing to lose
I’m just a smoke ghost with no legs filled with carbonated ew-ctoplasmic fruit juice, it’s a wonder I can drive at all
If I were to give it up my body would crumble under the weight of nothing consequential but still
If you are what you eat, you can know me by my real name, beefy monster fag
Feeble Love and Ashes to Ashes
by John Hughes
I look at the ashes of my life everyday
The cigarette caresses my lips
I rub my lips with the butt hoping to jar loose some old love from an old flame
Something to think about as I’m on deaths door
But cigs know me too well, and they know it’s the most action I’ve got in years
The breath taken in hits the mucus in my lungs
And I drink, oh do I drink to my hearts content
The continuous noxious breath in is killing me
It’s like I don’t want to breath unless I’m also stimulated inherently by the thing I’m breathing in
This love affair, I wish it would grow dark and I could lose love
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