Submissions by WikipediaJunkie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fountain pens refuse to write fault lines, blame hardly ever flows.
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 6:10pm
29th Aug 2014 6:10pm
Stockholm Syndrome
As I exit the freeway and head downtown,
That recurring itch returns,
The type of itch only a syringe
Can scratch and my veins are restless,
Desperate for relief.
It’s an achy, “need to have it now”
Kind of feeling growing deep
Inside my chest,
Driving down familiar streets, passing
Empty parking lots and
Alleyways I swore I'd never revisit --
I feel nauseous.
Panicked butterflies are at war in my
Stomach, intrusive thoughts of
Relapse, are now
Clouding my better judgment.
Somehow I got lost,
Took a...
That recurring itch returns,
The type of itch only a syringe
Can scratch and my veins are restless,
Desperate for relief.
It’s an achy, “need to have it now”
Kind of feeling growing deep
Inside my chest,
Driving down familiar streets, passing
Empty parking lots and
Alleyways I swore I'd never revisit --
I feel nauseous.
Panicked butterflies are at war in my
Stomach, intrusive thoughts of
Relapse, are now
Clouding my better judgment.
Somehow I got lost,
Took a...
73 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 2:45am
7th Jun 2014 2:45am
What If We Fell In Love?
We’re sitting in silence as our hands scatter across lighted keyboards and I can’t help but wonder, what if we fell in love? That’s possible, right? I swear there have been times where I almost said it, “I love you.” but thought it better if I didn’t. It’s always in the back of my throat, waiting to be written down in a cliché love poem but each time I decide to swallow. But even as I’m holding back those words, I can help but wonder if maybe it could happen for us. Maybe you’ll keep making me laugh, I’ll keep hanging on your every breath and maybe this could actually last.
I’m not...
I’m not...
100 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 2:40am
7th Jun 2014 2:40am
Amphetamine Psychosis (Final Re-write)
Sleep deprivation
Watching the hair on my arm as it
Transforms, dancing down to my hand.
I think I’m losing it, these shadows
Don’t feel like my friends
They seem more like demons
Sent to torture what’s been damned,
To devour what’s already dead
To claim the souls of those who've
Given up just as they did.
Help me.
My eyes are heavy, tired and red—
The voices are calling me again,
Please tell me it’s all in my head.
Listening for shoes on the hardwood floor
Hearing footsteps, please tell me
I’m having another bad dream....
Watching the hair on my arm as it
Transforms, dancing down to my hand.
I think I’m losing it, these shadows
Don’t feel like my friends
They seem more like demons
Sent to torture what’s been damned,
To devour what’s already dead
To claim the souls of those who've
Given up just as they did.
Help me.
My eyes are heavy, tired and red—
The voices are calling me again,
Please tell me it’s all in my head.
Listening for shoes on the hardwood floor
Hearing footsteps, please tell me
I’m having another bad dream....
145 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 6:33pm
6th Jun 2014 6:33pm
Antique Scotch Tape (Final Re-write)
Ending with bits of drywall in the carpeting
And new holes for my bedroom wall to display
Divulging where my self-control was lacking
Showcased deliberately, revealing my insecurities
But I don’t remember that frame shattering
And I can’t recall what photo had been hanging.
Now my anger’s so heavy, it’s a struggle to breathe
But when distracted by causing destruction,
My lungs are able to get some relief until
I’m once again jaded and bitter, I’m choleric;
The hottest of tempers but the fever is not
The reason I’m heated this time, angry because...
And new holes for my bedroom wall to display
Divulging where my self-control was lacking
Showcased deliberately, revealing my insecurities
But I don’t remember that frame shattering
And I can’t recall what photo had been hanging.
Now my anger’s so heavy, it’s a struggle to breathe
But when distracted by causing destruction,
My lungs are able to get some relief until
I’m once again jaded and bitter, I’m choleric;
The hottest of tempers but the fever is not
The reason I’m heated this time, angry because...
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3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 6:31pm
6th Jun 2014 6:31pm
Daddy Issues (Final Re-write)
While lying in bed with another new lover
Who in the morning I won’t remember,
Why after asking her to choke me
Does she tell me I have issues with daddy?
If in the morning I’m quietly vanishing from
The fourth bed this week containing the body
Of a woman whose name’s always irrelevant,
Why is that the fault of my father?
When I moan after she scratched me ‘till I bled,
After she bites my neck like a vampire never
Intending to suck my blood or when I say,
“Baby, I’d like it if you pulled my hair.”
Why is it “daddy” who must...
Who in the morning I won’t remember,
Why after asking her to choke me
Does she tell me I have issues with daddy?
If in the morning I’m quietly vanishing from
The fourth bed this week containing the body
Of a woman whose name’s always irrelevant,
Why is that the fault of my father?
When I moan after she scratched me ‘till I bled,
After she bites my neck like a vampire never
Intending to suck my blood or when I say,
“Baby, I’d like it if you pulled my hair.”
Why is it “daddy” who must...
80 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 8:51am
4th Jun 2014 8:51am
[ Message Erased ]
January 5th:
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I checked your Facebook a million times but you haven’t posted anything in nearly a week. I wonder if that’s because you’re busy falling in love with someone new, the thought makes me nauseous. I think I need to block you. [Message Erased]
January 6th:
I met someone today, she’s pretty incredible. She makes me laugh like you used to but when she kissed me, it made me sad. She didn't feel the same on my lips, I couldn't stop wishing it were you I’d kissed. I’m starting to worry I won’t ever be happy again....
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I checked your Facebook a million times but you haven’t posted anything in nearly a week. I wonder if that’s because you’re busy falling in love with someone new, the thought makes me nauseous. I think I need to block you. [Message Erased]
January 6th:
I met someone today, she’s pretty incredible. She makes me laugh like you used to but when she kissed me, it made me sad. She didn't feel the same on my lips, I couldn't stop wishing it were you I’d kissed. I’m starting to worry I won’t ever be happy again....
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6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th May 2014 12:14pm
8th May 2014 12:14pm
4 AM Thoughts
Every night is the same,
Every day goes exactly as the one
Before it and I’m stuck in a cycle
That never ends.
I’m surrounded by the same people
I have all the same friends and
I’m feeling restless.
It could just be my legs that can’t
Seem to stay still but I think,
I might want something to change.
I want to go somewhere and
Not come back
I want the people around me,
To not be on drugs.
I want them to care about me
As much as they care for themselves.
I want to not worry about money
Or how I’m going to pay rent
I don’t...
Every day goes exactly as the one
Before it and I’m stuck in a cycle
That never ends.
I’m surrounded by the same people
I have all the same friends and
I’m feeling restless.
It could just be my legs that can’t
Seem to stay still but I think,
I might want something to change.
I want to go somewhere and
Not come back
I want the people around me,
To not be on drugs.
I want them to care about me
As much as they care for themselves.
I want to not worry about money
Or how I’m going to pay rent
I don’t...
244 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 11:50pm
3rd May 2014 11:50pm
A Deadly Daydream
Maybe overdosing wouldn't be so bad?
What if death wasn't the worst thing
That could happen to one of us?
What if there are demons under my bed
That scare me more than an
Absolute end, and hey—
What if it wasn’t the end?
What if death was simply the beginning
The start of something, better?
A chance to end one failure and
Wake up as someone else,
Someone able to stay sober,
The kind of person they’d be
Proud of.
Maybe instead of an end to forever
Death is an opportunity or an open door
And all I have to do is walk...
What if death wasn't the worst thing
That could happen to one of us?
What if there are demons under my bed
That scare me more than an
Absolute end, and hey—
What if it wasn’t the end?
What if death was simply the beginning
The start of something, better?
A chance to end one failure and
Wake up as someone else,
Someone able to stay sober,
The kind of person they’d be
Proud of.
Maybe instead of an end to forever
Death is an opportunity or an open door
And all I have to do is walk...
175 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2014 1:05pm
1st May 2014 1:05pm
Candy Flowers
I like the way her body feels when she’s dreaming next to me, the way her hair falls in her face as she slides a bit closer and grabs my hand in her sleep. She just feels, right. She feels as your favorite sweater would, she fits into me in the best way possible. I can’t explain the perfect way our bodies intertwine, it’s just as if we’re puzzle pieces that finally found their missing side. I know there’s something here between us, it’s not just the contour of her perfect body and the way it melts into me, I know because it’s the middle of the night and she’s got me staying up late, writing...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 11:11am
21st Apr 2014 11:11am
Sleeping Beauty
It’s in these moments that my heart
Swells with an un-measurable amount of love
For you, undying and infinitely long lasting.
While you’re lying here in my arms
Half asleep and half dreaming,
I kiss your soft skin and I’m overwhelmed by how
Completely in love with you I am.
It’s unreal.
You’re perfect and every morning
I can’t help but notice.
You’re so unbelievably beautiful,
Especially when you’re sound asleep and
Curled up right next to me, I wonder what
Your peaceful dreams consist of?
Who do you dream about and why?
Do your...
Swells with an un-measurable amount of love
For you, undying and infinitely long lasting.
While you’re lying here in my arms
Half asleep and half dreaming,
I kiss your soft skin and I’m overwhelmed by how
Completely in love with you I am.
It’s unreal.
You’re perfect and every morning
I can’t help but notice.
You’re so unbelievably beautiful,
Especially when you’re sound asleep and
Curled up right next to me, I wonder what
Your peaceful dreams consist of?
Who do you dream about and why?
Do your...
150 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 9:41pm
6th Feb 2014 9:41pm
Succubus
When you say you love me, I can hear you
Hissing between your clenched teeth
How do people like you always find
People like, me?
The broken just want to be loved and
The predators feel only hungry
Your sustenance comes from listening as
Once again, I cry myself to sleep —
My pain satisfies your hunger and quiets
The sound of your stomach’s growling
Now your kisses all taste just like fallacies,
Your lips barely touch, just close enough
To secure my heart strings,
You tug so hard so often, I’m surprised
They’re...
Hissing between your clenched teeth
How do people like you always find
People like, me?
The broken just want to be loved and
The predators feel only hungry
Your sustenance comes from listening as
Once again, I cry myself to sleep —
My pain satisfies your hunger and quiets
The sound of your stomach’s growling
Now your kisses all taste just like fallacies,
Your lips barely touch, just close enough
To secure my heart strings,
You tug so hard so often, I’m surprised
They’re...
75 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2014 5:08pm
30th Jan 2014 5:08pm
Unqualified For This Position
I don’t even know what I’m feeling exactly, why your words brought tears to my eyes while at the same time causing my heart to smile, it’s still smiling. After reading the words you wrote in the middle of the night when sleep clearly wasn’t possible, when your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of us and the fireworks we feel each time our hands touch.. I can tell from your carefully structured sentences that you know me, you know me better than I ever gave you credit for, you don’t see junkie when you look at me and you have no idea how much that means to me. You’ve now said it twice, ...
90 reads
1 Comment
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