Poetry: Drug addiction 304 Articles

by T. Matzke

This is my poem to you, little brother The first poem; the last poem. The poem that says I don't want to cry for you. You, with your pocket full of white rock And your lungs filled with Meth and THC You, whom we tried so ...read more

by Letisha Morris

There's No Turning Back There was no turning back, I closed my eyes and let it take me The memories of when I was me faded to black I looked around to see if anyone noticed glassed eyes filled the room I took another d...read more

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by Michael Penner

Now you'll want, but you won't need. Now the fight begins. The dark inside wants to reclaim you. Now we'll see who wins. Draw a circle twice around you. Fight like hell to keep inside. Beautiful, blissful things surround ...read more

by Carla Sullivan

Gone Again So, again you're gone from my life, gone like a thief in the night. You get to hide in numbness, I get to live with your lies. Over and over again I believe, over and over again I'm deceived. How many t...read more

by Col Collier

DRINKING NAILS Rumors echo deep, in smudged, half empty glasses, Varnished tables creek, to same old sordid tales, whilst the malting dog, in his beer sodden spot, awaits his drooping master, to drink his last drop. Agai...read more

by Tammy Winand

Love and Detox Late afternoon, November 15 my phone Disturbed sleep sleep brought on by codeine After the cat gashed my head Into railroad tracks, after Excess Novacaine swelled my face. Lovely Julie was crying On the ...read more

by Crystal Molott-French

"Evils Remorse" An alley of darkness where evils gather- the stench of rot, a bloody shower. Self-mutilation, but cuts of shame- this darkest hour, they drip my name. Burning soul of mine, eternal this prison- cascading...read more

by Tina Dene

WASTED GIRL She stood outside the motel room, her head resting wearily on the door. Her skin was pale and blue-veined, and her haunted eyes darted from me to the floor. Her man of the hour fumbled with the key, hi...read more

by Danielle Morgan

Gripping my body you poison my soul, Invading my emotions and taking control, A spell you curse upon my mind, I fear the worst and the worst i find, No where to run, I'm locked within your domain, You've censored my moveme...read more

by Jordan Sullivan

"dead ends" what was it like to sleep with your head on subway stairs and your hair tangling with the days unwashed skin hugging around your bones so tight it's hard to imagine you ever being lonely you rest your hea...read more

by Mandy Dalton

TIME WILL TELLI had a friend I dared to love, who told me time would heal.If only I took one step back, I'd see it's no big deal. "No big deal?" I questioned him, not knowing what to say."From what I know, it doesn't go, ...read more

by Ashley D'Elia

Ironic. The one thing I can not live without will surely be the thing that kills me. Ironic. The people I love the most Are the people that suffer from my addiction. Ironic. I use to be a self respecting person and now I...read more

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by J. Brennan Curtin

Addict Eyes: Windows to the Black Dark paths spawn desperate places, Where addicts roam the far and wide. Torch lit caverns with no open spaces, The courage to live has up and died. Bloodshot eyes consume sallow faces...read more

by Dawn Young

Robot There was a time I knew you, That time is gone away. All that's left is a robot, and I fear it's here to stay. You tell me that you love me, and you look me in the eye. You say it like you mean it, but I feel like ...read more

by Merry Ellis

The worst love that i ever found turned me on those that were always around the burst of energy the thrilling rush made life seem like my first big crush the parties,sex,and all the intrusion who knew it was all just a...read more

by Gina Walkenhorst

ADDICTION Addiction runs deep in my veins Into my soul and out again Tormenting my emotions Raping my conscience Destroying all that I am And all I could be. Admittance is the first step If I want a way out But I'm hooke...read more

by Larry Terry

HARD TO BREAK Bad habits, so hard to break; Wanting that fix, wish I could shake. If not careful, dreams can go up in smoke; Without proper support, life can be hard to cope. Hear voices, trapped inside the mind; Cre...read more

by Robin Kibodeaux

"Choices" I was sixteen when daddy died. His bad decision left us alone to cry. The loneliness smothered the air. Mama felt this life was unfair. My brother was lost and full of fear. I hid away all my pain and tears...read more