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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
A friend is going through a rough detox right now. So I thought I would write about it. Euphoria is flowing... The telephone is screaming, the trembling hands can’t focus. A feeling worse than God's wrath with the Locusts!!! The sixth gate of hell is the syringe The sight of life slipping makes me cringe a shaman that hates man, a séance of the sane when Sirens sing in the 'City of Angels' Midnight caresses the rooftops at light speed it barters against shadows without needs. Gave up the option to experience college. Rolled a zigzag, smoked away all knowledge The rights of evil agents are to preserve presence and supply the social loss of humanity in a moment and forge the disintegration of a soul without guidance helpless become hopeless and hopeless becomes despair Yet out of despair, life has a chance to find hope. Acceptance is the ability to see you don’t need dope Sadness and fear will always fall Hope and happiness will always remain to install Acceptance is the wisdom to say "I need help and stand from a crawl" The life of an addict, the unthinkable life without addiction The center of the soul, the burning hot realization when one longs for death, When one wants to cease their breath. A neighbor, a parent, a friend A godsend wrapped in substance. a flame sparking relief from the cotton on a spoon. Infectious white-lines in reflection, the beautiful nature in which it lays. These words come from the darkest place, no surrender or defeat for the Human race. The power of absolute healing contained in a needle, simply captivates the redness of the eye! Starlit sky, the clouds drift. The shakes form from within when the cold sweat causes the population to shift An addict’s eternal dance with demons cause most to falter, yet never cross the line. Even though the ignorance is present, the silent scream of desperation needs love. Who can carry such a heavy load? defeating our demons, is beautiful to behold the irritability never relents From self-inflicted addiction, to a holy premonition Divine intervention or legal prevention? A drug promises salvation. Euphoria in a blink of an eye. But when trust enters the heart, one starts to feel alive. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
addictions come in many forms...all of them hard...I thought this was very well done.  I wish your friend the best |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
Thx Sea. I hope so to. Thx for the feed |
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faeriemythc Junior Member
since 2009-06-18
Posts 40KY |
Very vivid, powerful. I am so thankful that I have never had an addiction. Thanks for sharing. aka Carmen |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
TY def, this poem is IT - your words describe the fight with incredible accuracy and detail. I am in recovery and I don't ever want to go thru that again....but I find it hard sometimes, even after 27 mo clean. P |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
Hey Prize. Long time no see Thx for the feed, buddy. I myself have ummm...."experimented" in the past so I totally understand .- If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Swisha Junior Member
since 2009-07-22
Posts 32 |
Midnight caresses the rooftops at light speed it barters against shadows without needs. Gave up the option to experience college. Rolled a zigzag, smoked away all knowledge -- Definitely my favorite, something about that first line Yet out of despair, life has a chance to find hope. Acceptance is the ability to see you don’t need dope -- I'm very impressed how you made a completely negative addiction and ordeal, and kept the poem positive and with a sense of hope not just at the end, but throughout the entire piece. |
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