by Travis Klein |
Categories:
addiction, angel, break up, girlfriend, identity, imagery, lost love,
Heroin
Oh, My Love— Oh, My Love
You seem to have come from Above
You are my dear Angel
But you are now Such a Stranger
Our Life here was So Short
Yet So Long we did really surely Court
I was going to give you My Last Name
But now you would of put IT to due Shame
I Still do love you with All my heart
Every and All of my heart Every Single Part
Wish you would bring your Life back to me
And Together Forever we could now Forever be
You found a New true Love that Stuck
It killed your Heart for me— and no Luck
Heroine— who’d she save?? She’s not a heroin
She Killed us; deep with- in!!!!
Travis ""Ceijaeh" Klein
by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories:
drink, irony, love, lust,
A lush
A hot tomato
Full of bourbon
Holding up a bar stool
Cigarette between her fingers
Manicured nails meant to kill
And I’m on a bender
And hell bent
Smoky crushed velvet
James Bond would be so proud
A jazz quartet is swinging
To a heroin crowd
Sunglasses in the night
The brother is so cool
A nicotine queen
Is filing in between
Bartender named Lloyd
Says my money’s no good
Drinks are on the house
They know I’ll pay in cocaine
When we slide on out the back
“What was that?” she says
“A double Jack straight up?”
No mixers for me
I’m drinking for the buzz
It takes a lot of booze to kill
The memories of you
And pretend I’m someone else.
by Delores Allen |
Categories:
addiction, death, drug,
ELEGY TO AN ADDICT
To love a pill, is this life today?
Popping up happiness, downing it away.
God in a needle, lift yourself higher.
Killing the seed of sexual desires.
How in the hell did I get in this fix?
Heroin for breakfast, heroin for kicks.
All the pills have drifted away.
Heroin took my life away.
by Akkina Downing |
Categories:
betrayal, care, surreal,
I knew him but very little
He's a father of a boy and he's homeless
I knew I had to lift him off the cold and dark streets
Took him in, helped him with a job
Rent free and everything else was on me
I encouraged him to find himself again
I wanted him to get back on his feet and be
the grown man and father like he should be
But for the love of God for seven months
He was buying heroin unbeknown to me
I treated him as a family, never asked him
for anything but to help himself
Instead my kindness was bleached out
And now his future is without my knowledge
Smile
Akkina R Downing
2-10-17
by Delores Allen |
Categories:
addiction, dark,
ELEGY TO AN ADDICT
To love a pill,
is this life today?
Popping up happiness,
downing it away.
God in a needle,
lift yourself higher.
Killing the seed
of sexual desires.
Dear, Mary Jane,
where have you been?
Couldn't fine ya,
now, I'm stuck on heroin.
How in the hell
did I get in this fix?
Heroin for breakfast,
heroin for kicks.
All the pills
have drifted away.
The needle's more
of my life today.
by Bud Cee |
Categories:
anger, conflict, drug, love,
I just read your text
Then reached for my lighter
I almost replied with a long text
But I'm a stoner, not a writer
A couple of joints
Make my mental lighter
So don't label me a loser
Or mistake me
For a heroin user
I knew you wanted to leave
Why didn't you leave sooner?
by Jennithau Joan Of Ark |
Categories:
art, birth, first love, grandmother, mother, woman,
Do u have, a substitute?
Hey buddy!
This seems to be funny…
But this is true, my little bunny…
So let's answer this riddle,
She might be angry,
But never let you to stay hungry.
She not only makes dinner,
But she makes our day finer.
She not only makes you sleep,
Gives you advices to the deep.
She wishes for the best,
And take care of the rest,
So let me make it easier….
It's not just a word of palindrome,
It’s a feeling, which cannot be expressed.
So do you know who is it?
This person is near you….
She is a unsung heroin,
All her efforts seems to be unseen,
But makes you feel complete….
So she is your mother,
Who never lets you to bother….
by Scarlet Zaire |
Categories:
confusion, deep, lonely, lust, drug,
Unbind me from this chains of wretchedness,
Hold me close away from this loneliness,
A dance of love and lust,
In this sea of lies, I seek trust.
You could be my ruin,
But I tend to keep on going
You're the heroin to this drug addict,
The bourbon to this alcoholic.
Be the air that I breathe,
This night's heat that I seek...
by Alesia Leach |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, baby, sick,
A baby was born, but has not
felt her mother’s love.
Her mother is sick--
a heroin addict.
But the angels watch over her
from heaven above,
blessing each giver indeed
that helps meet this baby’s needs.
So that when she leaves this
cold, sterile place,
she feels the love and comfort
of her grandparents’ embrace.
Alesia Leach © 02/2015
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
love,
one kiss from you like a heroin high
a gaunt shadow hull without
love the key to cure all
by Jack Horne |
Categories:
lost love,
If love is like a drug, as said,
I guess she must have made me high;
this junkie took his fix in bed
and thought, I'm hooked until I die.
But after highs, I hit a low,
and craved her loving drug again;
one awful day, she told me 'no':
I'd never felt such wretched pain.
I did cold turkey for a while
and begged her for another fix:
no love, no kisses, nor a smile;
she said, 'I'm sick of turning tricks.'
My memories are clouded, black,
of love that made my life a hell;
but now I'm clean and can't go back:
addiction's over; all is well.
for Sara's Love Heroin contest
by Keith Baker |
Categories:
passion, sweet, me, sweet,
Heroin don't make me feel as low
Or leave me with such contradiction,
And I'm sure that I'm as I'd have sold
And your my last contrition,
And I don't scream and I don't fight
I'm just wasted without a mission.
And u just smile with cunning, guile,
Oh, my sweet addiction.
Your thoughtless ways, calculating plays
I've bought my own submission,
They who say I've had my way
I've made my own decision,
And what of our love, what was it made of
And what is my position,
Understanding is misrepresenting
I'd give the song another listen,
Oh, my sweet addiction.
by Andrew Vassell |
Categories:
love, love, drug,
Like an addiction you feel
or like the heroin a drug
addict needs and like salt to
the sea or a living creature
to the study of biology, your
love I need.
How we need the rain and
the clear non-intoxicated
air to breathe and like the
bible a church needs and
the love we learn spiritually,
your love lifts me.
Their's no love without you
and it's meaning wouldn't
be as true, you're the better
fraction of my non-fiction
and the eros love I feel
through your existence.
Your love lifts and completes
me.
by Mindy Clay |
Categories:
absence, love, passion, sad love,
I was once bare boned and naked.
Sketched as an honorable heroin.
Apparently pencil fades quickly
and erases effortlessly,
so I took all the drawings
and wrapped them in a burlap sack.
When the cold season comes I'll
throw them in the fireplace and watch
my passion fuel the fire.
Until then I'll trace every line in pen
and hang it as a painting
because he made me beautiful.
I'm still bare boned and naked,
but only because I shed the skin
he got under to leave it at the bus stop
where we departed so
he could use it as a blanket.
I want him to stay warm
while he sharpens his pencils.
by Alainey Craig |
Categories:
addiction, boyfriend, dad, drug,
I have never known this feeling
its scary yet we all want to know it
love...
its crazy you know its anxiety, its worry, its pain
always having to care.
and yes it comes naturally
but still it hurts
your naïve, and its good for now but the hangover sucks!
heroin opium all miniscule compared to the drug we call love
just think
it makes you happy while you have it
it can kill when you don't
and trust me its addicting
especially when you never really had enough to satisfy your hunger your longing...
when you have never fully experienced it
like me
your just not sure what to do
by Mishae Russell |
Categories:
love
I said I loved you,
and I meant it..
I said I need you,
cuz you're my heartbeat..
I said I miss your touch,
cuz I miss you much..
I said I missed that kiss,
for when you touched my lips..
I said I miss your smell,
cuz it has this spell..
I said I'm addicted to you,
cuz you're my own brand of heroin...
by Brittany Gentry |
Categories:
fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, mystery, passion, teen
For so long i had been sober from this old heroin
Till that night i had it on my lips
Taunted and temtped
His wish he got
Since that night, i have been teased to take the trip again
But i told myself once
Told myself twice
That it was all for naught
Telling myself it was just a dream
Just my imagination
But my body knows more than my mind
And craves madly for that second dose
But so far it hasn't happened
But when it does
I won't be able to conrol myself
by Patrice Trice Jackson |
Categories:
abuse, betrayal, break up, conflict, depression, heartbreak, women,
You dodged my logic
You drove my ego down
You seen my potential
You said hell no I’ll kill it
Childhood upheaval the blame
Mother forsaken your innocence
Resentment; every cutie gotta render
Pay the piper of your hatred,
Your hatred of women existence
Numb to affection like a heroin high
Heroine slave to your cold heartless
Mislaying myself to your inner demons
“Whatever you like” to gain your attention
Bargaining my spirit to accomplish minimum
Minimum of force to catch my woes
Reckless to the idea of my needs
Leaving me in love alone
Left me to fend for your presence
Searching for me…I’m lost into you….
by Riely Dionne |
Categories:
art, fantasy, forgiveness, imagination, dark, dark,
i sometimes think im to weak to do something
other times i feel so strong i could devour the world in a matter of dark power
sometimes im so happy a butterfly kiss is like feeling for the first time
sometimes im so angry i feel i could destroy myself
sometimes im so sad i can't gather the strength to stand
But sometimes i can ignore everything all my hate and pain
i can feel only love it is like heroin its to addictive
so i must stay dark so i can stay alert
by David Maynard |
Categories:
break up, emotions, heartbroken,
Without love what are we
Nothing but fading memories
Like holding onto a ghost that's not there
Hearing footprints on empty stairs
Living without you
Never crossed my mind
Too late to pretend
You know love is blind
I hope you find what you need
I'll find comfort in
Heroin
Suicide
Speed
They say love is a feeling
One cannot kill
Often leaving a void
Too big to fill
by Joe Bisicchia |
Categories:
angel,
Supernatural
You are who you are. Despite the fraught length of night and any dark distance seemingly impenetrable, light reaches out its ray, spreads its arms ever ready to embrace the stone, ever ready to dig deep into a heart. And you are. Even in the blindness, you see your share of promised light, sure as hope, sure as stars sprinkled, sure as kindness despite all death. You close your eyes and give in and remain open to joyous satisfaction in your imagery as created, as if your very branches may bend and know it clearly, that all intricacies of the universe in your cells go ever simple. As Love.
Published by Anti-Heroin Chic, 2020
by Rebecca Beausoleil |
Categories:
dedication, devotion, family, hope, husband, loss, lost love, mother, recovery from..., sad, son, weddinglife,
With a ring and a kiss he vowed.
Swore to take no other.
Like 2 rainbows who share 1 cloud.
But soon he had a lover.
I was growing a belly that wouldn’t hide.
She was as slender as a line.
I gave him stress with the life inside.
She gave feelings so divine.
Now I am alone broken hearted and scorn.
I found the strength to ask why?
He promised to stop when the baby was born.
nothing it was just one more lie.
But why would he choose us over her?
She takes away all of his pain.
His everyday life becomes nothing but blur.
She is heroin. She is cocaine.
by Matthew Robison |
Categories:
depression, faith, imagination, loss, sad
Darkness in my soul feels nothing short of a great high. This high is more addicting then heroin and far more gratifying then love. Rebellion is this
black tar drug that feels best when done in secret and in sight. High on rebellion I dwell in this dream world , eyes wide shut with my flaming new possessions and my drug induced smile. For this I know Hell holds patience when waiting for me and my past demons.
by Kaitlyn Nelson |
Categories:
analogy, love, love hurts,
I'm an addict
Your my heroin
I'm a junkie
Your my fix
You're my addiction
I can't stop
Love is a drug
It's an addiction
Love is a drug
A drug you crave
It's a drug
You can't escape
It pulls you back in
You can never get away
by Jo Bien |
Categories:
introspection
never an answer to my question
or mending for what needed repair
I gave you all my love and affection
knowing you wouldn't stay here
visiting the dark side
while all around you sleep
dancing in the moonlight
with something you couldn't keep
truth and my conviction
on the other side of my door
like a heroin addiction
that left me wanting more
love faltered at my bedside
faking what wasn't here
although I was often chided
I wasn't ever that clear
you didn't see the fault line
as you waited for a word from above
demarcation wasn't defined
and the answer never does come