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4eva_at_heart Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 238 |
Before you start reading this..... much to my disappointment I DID NOT WRITE THIS  a friend of mine showed me...and i just felt that it demonstrated the cruel reality of an addict. after i read it i just went...WOW...very powerful Miss Herion so now little man you've grown tired of grass all that damn acid, cocaine and hash and someone pretending they are your friend said "I'll introduce you to Miss Herion" well honey before you start fooling with me just let me tell you of how it will be for i will seduce you and make you my slave believe me i've sent stranger men to their graves you think you could never be a disgrace and end up addicted to poppy seed waste i'll start by experimenting one afternoon and you'll end up asleep in my arms very soon and once i've entered into your veins the craving will drive you nearly insane you'll need lots of money as you've been told 'coz darling i'm more expensive than gold you'll swindle your mother for just one buck and turn into someone who's vile and corrupt you'll mug, you'll steal for the narcotic charms then feel so content when i'm in your arms then you'll realise the monster inside you has grown and you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone but if you think it's easy and that you've got the knack then sweety just try and get me off your back the vomit, the cramps, your gut in a knot the jaggering nerves screaming for just one more shot the hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains can only be saved by white little grains so now you return just as i fortold i know that you'll give me your mind and soul you'll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart and now your mine till death do us part... "whenever you are feeling alone...i'll take your hand in mine and we will walk together" |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
WOW Bec, you friend can express the whole process very well. It does demonstrate the cruel reality of an addict very well. There was alot of passion and emotion in this piece. Tell your friend that this poem was brilliant. ~AF~ "Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement." Christopher Fry |
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NorthCaliGirl Junior Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 14Durham, CA, 95938 |
Whoa. I know an ex-friend of mine who's on the verge of that. I'm definetely going to send that to them. Tell whoever wrote it - great job!!! Thanx for sharing... NorthCaliGirl |
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MrHat Junior Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 34Gilroy, Ca |
Great Job! Tell your friend that she is and awesome writer! "DO NO GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT" Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men and their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught the sun in flight, And learn too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas |
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