Submissions by WikipediaJunkie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fountain pens refuse to write fault lines, blame hardly ever flows.
Overdue Apologies
For weeks and weeks
I’ve been without
Sleep.
How could I sleep in this bed,
Full of guilt, things
Left unsaid.
I’m sorry I never told you
I kept hoping maybe it
Wasn’t true.
I’m sorry I changed
You said we could never
Be the same.
I’m sorry I said, “It won’t
Happen again.”
I’m sorry I pushed you away
I should’ve begged you
To
Stay.
I’m sorry you wasted three
Years chasing after
Me.
I’m sorry it ended that day
I’m sorry these drugs
Got in the way.
But I just couldn’t stop...
I’ve been without
Sleep.
How could I sleep in this bed,
Full of guilt, things
Left unsaid.
I’m sorry I never told you
I kept hoping maybe it
Wasn’t true.
I’m sorry I changed
You said we could never
Be the same.
I’m sorry I said, “It won’t
Happen again.”
I’m sorry I pushed you away
I should’ve begged you
To
Stay.
I’m sorry you wasted three
Years chasing after
Me.
I’m sorry it ended that day
I’m sorry these drugs
Got in the way.
But I just couldn’t stop...
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Soul Searching
Dark green veins
Toxic blood.
Deep inside my arm,
The needle looks for
More.
Of me, my soul.
No matter where I look,
It’s always empty,
Cold.
Toxic blood.
Deep inside my arm,
The needle looks for
More.
Of me, my soul.
No matter where I look,
It’s always empty,
Cold.
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Torn Secrets
Secret syringes and
Torn tourniquets
My dark bruised arms
Reliving what I can’t
Forget.
Tell me it’s going to be,
Okay.
Torn tourniquets
My dark bruised arms
Reliving what I can’t
Forget.
Tell me it’s going to be,
Okay.
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The Girl
I met this girl,
It’s been about 6 weeks
She has this problem
The girl never sleeps
She talks to me fast
And she bounces her knee
I worry about her
For days she can’t eat
She says that she’s fine
But her muscles feel weak
Used to burn green
But now she just tweaks
----
It's been 12 weeks
The girl still can’t sleep
She still talks to me fast
But now struggles to breathe
I worry about her
Her bathroom scale says 93
She can’t walk up the stairs
Her thin legs are too weak
Even the...
It’s been about 6 weeks
She has this problem
The girl never sleeps
She talks to me fast
And she bounces her knee
I worry about her
For days she can’t eat
She says that she’s fine
But her muscles feel weak
Used to burn green
But now she just tweaks
----
It's been 12 weeks
The girl still can’t sleep
She still talks to me fast
But now struggles to breathe
I worry about her
Her bathroom scale says 93
She can’t walk up the stairs
Her thin legs are too weak
Even the...
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3 Comments
Twacked
Her veins are small, black
I said, “Where’s the old you,
I want her back.”
Pale skin, another track
Her giant pupils say, “She’s
Twacked.”
Her mind and her body will
Always be trapped.
She’s drowning under
Chemicals.
She’s buried under
Tracks.
I said, “Where’s the old you,
I want her back.”
Pale skin, another track
Her giant pupils say, “She’s
Twacked.”
Her mind and her body will
Always be trapped.
She’s drowning under
Chemicals.
She’s buried under
Tracks.
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Who Says?
I’m in love with the
High.
Who says love
Can’t be,
Bought?
I’m in love this feeling
More often than
Not.
High.
Who says love
Can’t be,
Bought?
I’m in love this feeling
More often than
Not.
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Masochist
Always filling my arm
But never filling the
Emptiness.
I’m just a sucker for
Punishment.
Call me a masochist.
I’ll just keep on giving it,
“One more
Shot.”
But never filling the
Emptiness.
I’m just a sucker for
Punishment.
Call me a masochist.
I’ll just keep on giving it,
“One more
Shot.”
160 reads
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Emotional Detox and Repeated Fallacies
I ignore giant blinking signs right in front of me that say you’re bad news, and still I’m always shocked when the truth is finally exposed. Why? When I hear the first inconsistent story and see the first obvious indicator of impending malevolence, why don’t I just turn around and walk away? I always regret not trusting my initial assumptions and I’ll say, “I’ll never fall for that again.” or “I've learned my lesson this time.” But it’ll continue to happen over and over again. I’m not stupid. I’m not blind. I’m not a fool. I may enter the room hopeful and admittedly ingenuous but you won’t be...
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Heroin Hassles
It’s clear she’s only happy,
High.
Competing with heroin is
An unfair fight.
Syringe, spoon and
The heat from the
Flame.
Heroin took my girl,
I couldn’t make her
Stay.
High.
Competing with heroin is
An unfair fight.
Syringe, spoon and
The heat from the
Flame.
Heroin took my girl,
I couldn’t make her
Stay.
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Dewback Rides and Shooting Up in Cloud City
I'm still completely awake. Who needs sleep? To be honest, I don’t really even remember the last time I was actually asleep. Like went to bed, and woke up in the morning. But we already know junkies don’t sleep. I apologize in advance, but my inner nerd is about to throw up all over my computer.
I am curious to know when my life became this way, when I became this person. The more I think about it and the more I watch the time on my clock progress, the more disappointed in myself I become. Three, even two years ago.. I would have never predicted I’d be the person I am right now,...
I am curious to know when my life became this way, when I became this person. The more I think about it and the more I watch the time on my clock progress, the more disappointed in myself I become. Three, even two years ago.. I would have never predicted I’d be the person I am right now,...
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Espresso Shots
Every morning is the
Same.
Slamming crystal meth
Into damaged
Veins
Because we can’t take
Our coffee,
Intravenously.
“What can I get you?”
“Two shots,
Please.”
Same.
Slamming crystal meth
Into damaged
Veins
Because we can’t take
Our coffee,
Intravenously.
“What can I get you?”
“Two shots,
Please.”
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When You're a Junkie Anything Can Be Justified.
We’re often asked, “Why dope?” This question is not easily answered, most of the time we don't have any idea but we can’t stop. After a while its just life, you can’t live with the drugs.. but you can’t live without them even more. We get high because the world’s uncomfortable, uninteresting and unbearable. Always.
When your girlfriend notices the track marks you’ve been attempting to conceal with long sleeve shirts and jackets, simply tell her this-- We get high to cope or to forget, we get high to think or to stop thinking, we get high to relate to others or maybe we don’t want to...
When your girlfriend notices the track marks you’ve been attempting to conceal with long sleeve shirts and jackets, simply tell her this-- We get high to cope or to forget, we get high to think or to stop thinking, we get high to relate to others or maybe we don’t want to...
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