Submissions by WikipediaJunkie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fountain pens refuse to write fault lines, blame hardly ever flows.
Curiosity Killed The --
Fuck cats, fuck drugs, fuck not having enough drugs, fuck spending money on drugs, fuck being a drug addict, fuck loving drugs and them not loving you back. Fuck girls, fuck girls who fuck over girls who fuck girls, did that make sense? Fuck making sense. Fuck you, fuck this and fuck everything we thought we had. I think we really are running out of blood, fuck Atlantis and all your pathetic hotel prayers.
Fuck old friends, the ones you should’ve never let back in because they only let you down again. Fuck more failed moving plans. Fuck everything, especially boxes with tiny little...
Fuck old friends, the ones you should’ve never let back in because they only let you down again. Fuck more failed moving plans. Fuck everything, especially boxes with tiny little...
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Is This Forever?
Is this really going to be my life, forever? I don’t think I can handle much more, I’m not sure how much longer I can pick the syringe caps up off of the floor. It’s nerve wracking to have your entire life be kept a secret and I’m terrible at remembering all the stories I tell to keep it buried, slipping up constantly with frequent inconsistencies. It’s no wonder none of my friends can ever believe a word that I say, they already know that I’m lying and who wants to be friends with someone who’s untrustworthy?
Am I always going to cry over link in the carpet, bursting into tears...
Am I always going to cry over link in the carpet, bursting into tears...
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Calendars
I think it’s time to buy a new calendar
One that doesn’t forget what day of
The week it is,
One with pages that turn a little slower
A calendar to pull me back, to
Keep my life on track
Being sure I don’t forget my birthday
Or when to buy Christmas presents.
I want a calendar that won’t cross off
All my days quite so fast,
Who knows how many I’ve got left.
Don’t want to spend them tripping
Over forgotten Saturdays or trapped
In an everlasting Monday morning.
Just give me some warning —
Tell me when Spring is coming,...
One that doesn’t forget what day of
The week it is,
One with pages that turn a little slower
A calendar to pull me back, to
Keep my life on track
Being sure I don’t forget my birthday
Or when to buy Christmas presents.
I want a calendar that won’t cross off
All my days quite so fast,
Who knows how many I’ve got left.
Don’t want to spend them tripping
Over forgotten Saturdays or trapped
In an everlasting Monday morning.
Just give me some warning —
Tell me when Spring is coming,...
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Loud Speaker Story Telling
It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, I feel like it’s always either 6:00 am or 6:00 pm and I haven’t slept or I’m just waking up. I spent the last 5 1/2 days sober and hiding from the entire world, only to emerge and remember that I hate everyone. Seriously. I especially hate social networking, I hate drug blogs and blogging, I hate the meth tag on tumblr and I’m so tired of seeing pictures of bruised fucking arms in my dashboard. Hey kids, those aren’t track marks— those are bruises and don’t worry, they’ll be gone soon enough. Bruises are temporary reminders of a brief lapse in judgment, a...
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Mastering Junkie Justification
I’ll quit when it’s not fun anymore.” “Why do you keep using if you aren’t getting high anymore? What’s the point? I’ll quit when that happens.” “My health is fine, if I have a heart attack or something I’ll quit but I doubt that’ll happen.” “I can handle it, I’m not going to just let myself get addicted to meth.”
The second time I ever pushed a needle into my arm I turned to my friend and said, “I’m not still going to be using in three months and if I am, I want you to tell me to stop.” I’m glad she never brings that conversation up because clearly I was living under the false...
The second time I ever pushed a needle into my arm I turned to my friend and said, “I’m not still going to be using in three months and if I am, I want you to tell me to stop.” I’m glad she never brings that conversation up because clearly I was living under the false...
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Clearance Sale
Suddenly everything in my apartment
Is marked with a dollar amount and
Priced to sell,
Irreplaceable items are handed over
To the highest offer, an eager bidder
This isn’t voluntary downsizing
This is a desperate attempt at survival,
While you’re just barely, hardly surviving
But still hanging on.
I’m counting numbers, adding every penny
Dime and quarter but the total’s
No where near the number which continues
To weigh heavy on my back, the weight
Which will inevitably cause my bones to
Snap
I can’t do this, it’s impossible...
Is marked with a dollar amount and
Priced to sell,
Irreplaceable items are handed over
To the highest offer, an eager bidder
This isn’t voluntary downsizing
This is a desperate attempt at survival,
While you’re just barely, hardly surviving
But still hanging on.
I’m counting numbers, adding every penny
Dime and quarter but the total’s
No where near the number which continues
To weigh heavy on my back, the weight
Which will inevitably cause my bones to
Snap
I can’t do this, it’s impossible...
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Re-Kissing Brittany Murphy
Everyone thinks the life of an addict is so exciting and eventful, like how it’s portrayed in drug movies. You picture dirty junkies running through the streets, stealing from cars and old ladies, drug cartels and gun shots, you picture us with other people, other addicts like us. Truth is, our lives are nothing like those of the junkies in Hollywood— it’s much more pathetic, I’ll still be an addict when that two hour movie begins rolling credits.
Here’s reality; Every day is spent figuring out how to get your hands on $40, finding drugs, doing drugs, hiding drugs, finding places to...
Here’s reality; Every day is spent figuring out how to get your hands on $40, finding drugs, doing drugs, hiding drugs, finding places to...
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Lovesick Word Vomit
I could stare at this notepad for hours and still have no idea what to say, what to write down and spill with ink. There are so many words, phrases and lovesick requests floating around inside of my head but none feel adequate enough, for you.
What would happen if I let it all out? All that my tongue has struggled to repress and hold back, what if I released it and allowed it all to spill out of my mouth? Would you crumble under the weight of these heavy words I’ve kept to myself?
Would you be crushed under lines like, “I lied when I said I didn’t blame you for this, it’s...
What would happen if I let it all out? All that my tongue has struggled to repress and hold back, what if I released it and allowed it all to spill out of my mouth? Would you crumble under the weight of these heavy words I’ve kept to myself?
Would you be crushed under lines like, “I lied when I said I didn’t blame you for this, it’s...
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Daddy Issues (Rough Draft)
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...
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...
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Covered In Goosebumps
Where are you? After I finished injecting the last of my shot, I called for you while still bleeding all over my grey sweater and our purple sheets, you never came. In-between coughing and trying my best not to vomit, I asked if you could please turn the lights off and maybe hand me something to stop the bleeding.. I mean, if it’s not too troubling. I waited and for a second I thought I heard your footsteps on the hardwood floor but ten minutes passed without you opening the door, did you know I was in here alone?
The bleeding stopped and the blood’s all dried up, sorry about the...
The bleeding stopped and the blood’s all dried up, sorry about the...
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Fix Me
It’s an empty feeling
A vacant, lacking, hallow feeling
And I’m not quite sure how to fill it
Instead, give me something
To fill my arm with, just give me
One shot to soothe the anguish
One shot to cure my heart’s sick
One shot to fill your absence and
To relieve myself of all this panic
Give me a shot to stop the torment
A shot to numb the sting, the burn
One shot to kick this fucking habit
To help rid me of the withdrawals
I get each time you call it quits
Give me a shot to forget your name,
To forget all...
A vacant, lacking, hallow feeling
And I’m not quite sure how to fill it
Instead, give me something
To fill my arm with, just give me
One shot to soothe the anguish
One shot to cure my heart’s sick
One shot to fill your absence and
To relieve myself of all this panic
Give me a shot to stop the torment
A shot to numb the sting, the burn
One shot to kick this fucking habit
To help rid me of the withdrawals
I get each time you call it quits
Give me a shot to forget your name,
To forget all...
226 reads
2 Comments
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