Other - Poem about heroin

[Junkhead23]

[top]Euphoria

Unwrap the bag, unveil the brown,
For the next few hours I won’t be down
Put the citric on the pan
Shake out the contents, about a gram

Hold the lighter under the spoon
Golden brown the colour will be soon
The mixtures bubbling, it’s nearly ready
Get the syringe draw back real steady

Slide the needle under the skin,
Feel the pop I know it’s in
Pull the plunger back once more
Feel the gear soothe the sores

Claret oozes out of me
But all I feel right now is glee
So I lay back and feel the hit
Roll back my eyes, my teeth I’ll grit

Now I am in the land of nod
When you’ve got smack who needs god?
Content and in a world of dreams
Not a life falling apart at the seams

I wish I could stay in this world of peace
Alas the effects are starting to cease
Crashing back down to a world of pain
The gear no longer in my veins

Now I’m back I feel depressed
Back to an existence full of stress
I must return to that wondrous place
My piece of heaven, my own little space.

Have a read and let me know what you think. Wish SWIM could still put this on his blog but never mind

Reputation Comments on this post:

	cool poem man.
	Really enjoyed this poem.

[dyingtomorrow]

SWIM likes it a lot, a very good description (minus the citric for us in the US ).

[Liffey]

good poem, I'd like it more if it didn't rhyme. I find unless you are writing something structured that has to have rhyme leave it alone.
That poem is very strong, I recon it is very publishable with some more work. I think its something that would work well on open mike too, if you have those where you live and can actually do the stand up thing.

[Lisa J]

Just about sums up the whole gear existence really, maybe all us SWIMmers should start doing poems about how the gear affects us and our fucked up lives. Yeah, SWIM liked it

[Oneiros]

How can a few scant grains of sand
So easily enslave a man?
Having gazed upon his heaven's shores
Can he hope to be the same once more?

How strange to him it must appear
Islands declining to draw near
As stroke by stroke in vain he tries
To row his boat against the tides
The ocean sprays, he squints his eyes
And sees the distant beach that lies
Forever beyond his reach

When waves toss him to the deep
Will what was sown be then reaped?
When currents pull him undersea
Will he finally be free?

[Oneiros]

Did no one like mine? My feelings would be hurt, could I feel right now.

[538wireman]

Swim does not partake in H, but thought that swiOneiros poem was inspiring and full of "from the heart" experience.

[chukbzle]

i like both poems even felt a sense of rhythm thru em both swim will post someday best time is wen detoxing

[Liffey]

I liked it

[Lisa J]

They're both good, SWIM might have a go her self when she's got time

[insomnizombie]

that was good, it actually made my eyes water a bit.

[doublezero]

Death Revival

Don’t panic mate, there’s no need to hurry

Your about to do something rash, you will be sorry

You’ve been burning out your frontal lobe

A blackened mess, a polluted globe

A reflection of the planet of ours

You can’t blame him, it’s for his art

Constructing the great plan of destruction

And terror has become the main attraction

More news of Madness, loss and religious sadness

There will be revenge, THERE will be revenge

More news of Madness, loss and religious sadness

There will be revenge, THERE will be revenge

More news of Madness, loss and religious sadness

There will be revenge, THERE will be revenge

More news of Madness, loss and religious sadness

There will be revenge, THERE will be revenge

Living on a sphere it’s smothered with fear

But hope trips on and here it belongs

Never a second will pass, when a god don’t take his victim

But hope trips on, and here it belongs

Blood is thicker than water, but mud is thicker than blood

Blood is thicker than water, but mud has polluted my blood

Blood is thicker than water, but mud is thicker than blood

Blood is thicker than water, but mud has polluted my blood

Do you know what you are doing, or did you fall this way

I knew exactly what I was doing, and yes I fell all this way

Positives and negatives, truths and untruths.

Hooks, circles and spirals, cycles forever change

Heaven sent but hell had bent

A twisted brain that thinks for both sides

Heaven sent but hell had bent

It’s a twisted brain, do you think on both sides

The end is insight, the end is coming closer

A breath from a friend, life still slips away

The end is insight and I’m too young to die

A breath from a friend, life begins, I will not die

Why am I still here and your still there

Maybe its luck and you’re just unlucky

Abusing my body I tortured myself

Years of tar and chemical attacks

A battle ground, my body of war

DON’T WALK DOWN THAT ROAD,

THERE’S NO NEED TO SCORE

(music stops)

Thank fuck that’s over

I can breathe this filthy putrid air again. AAAAA

about heroin and coke.....burning out your frontal lobee

[KRISSTO]

Good stuff people.

[dyingtomorrow]

SWIM just wrote this today right after shooting up:

The Hole

Older than writing is The Hole
Its tales born from ages past
A different shape in every man
Painful afflictions cast

Not all men have to bear The Hole
But know it surely if they do
Skeptics dig your Hole deeper
And bore it further through

How to fill this Hole men ask
How? With what? They rue
History can but instruct
Though filled with many clue

Some debaucherize with brilliant care
Strange sex, sardonic prayer
But no matter how much goes inside
They find The Hole still there

Liquid is the sadist’s choice
Cruelty, tears and bloody drops
But no matter how much pours inside
It never makes the top

Still others put their faith in money
And hide fear with a scoff
But no man can outrun their Hole
Nor buy The Hole off

Denied to you is that which works
Those earnest drugs, the pain they kill
But leaders are sadistic types
With their own Holes to fill

[Master_Khan]

Absolutely smokin DT. Very Tao-ish.