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[H Bomber]

Ok, so this is going to come across as painfully lame, but here it goes anyway. Does anybody have any drug or addiction related poetry? SWIM finds that his on again off again relationship with that bitch HEROIN is the perfect fodder for writing poetry. The following is SWIM's contributions, and he encourages SWIY to post anything you might have here also.

Liquid Handcuffs

I pull myself back into my head; barely breathing, already
dead; beautiful flowers, bittersweet; lay me down and into sleep; without a
dream, oblivion; into the abyss I readily come; sinking softly, warm and safe; I withdraw into a quiet place; away from all the pain and cold; a sickly sweet fruit rife with mold; one by one the flies they come; maggots swarm, I’m overrun; is this what I have become; a pillar of rot under a dying sun; in a stasis, trapped within; the ritual of piercing skin has left me burdened deep in sin; recoil deep inside myself; fuck you, I hate you; I don’t need your help; perpetual decay is what it’s about; live it, love it, breathe it in; let the self destruction win

Suffocate

Crawling gooseflesh, sweeping cold, twisting bowels, running nose, and then the tears they come, not of emotion but lack thereof, salty streams of acid leaking down the concave edifice of my face, sallow pale overly
tender not numb, resulting from my drug abuse and overuse, hypersensitive and blinded by the sun, this addiction is no longer any fun, I’m just a slave,
broken and beat, trampled underneath my heroin’s feet, I can only imagine what goes through the minds of the people I meet, what’s wrong with him, is he ill, fucked-up, or just a freak, my self respect is down the tubes, but look at all the people I use, interact with me and you shall lose, I tear you up and drag you down, grasping onto your ankle so we both will drown, so sitting and staring and thinking and breathing, I go under the waves and continue sinking, I suffocate, and just like every girl I date, I’m overwhelmed with internally directed hate, there is no god, he would’ve rescued me, so my only conclusion must be that there is no higher power only me, and that is no good, because I am so bad, filthy and
fucked-up and all around sad, I used to think I used the drugs to escape, but I’ve just been running from myself to date, yet I surrender to heroin so my soul can be raped, then I will rob steal and kill just for a fix, isn’t it sick
how I rationalize this, because it doesn’t matter what’s right, it’s only wrong if you get caught, and all my efforts have been for naught, I’m empty and leaking and dirty and creaking, and I’m tired of waiting, I’ve been picking my scabs again, wondering how it all will end, surrounded by broken glass and dirty needles, then I’m on the floor twisted, purple and blue, these were my thoughts at age twenty-two, so I’m addicted to my demon my heroin my pusher my master, my only reason to get things done, it’s the way that it whispers drags me under takes me home, now the me that you know he doesn’t come around much, he’s covered with scabs, he is broken and sore, the me that you know is now made up of wires, he’s becoming a slave to his selfish desires, and behind his eyes a craving burns like a fire, my lips may promise but my heart is a whore, rotten and sick to my very core, and all I want is more more more, take me break me throw me away, I cannot stand another day, I do not want to live this way, so I say, “Fuck you heroin, I don’t love you, you use me up and turn me out, beat me down into the ground, and tear my soul apart, I won’t let you dig
your fangs into my arms no more, you cannot make me cold and ugly because I’m not your slave or whore, no apathy no indifference no pain, because you no longer control my brain, I do not want you, I will not seek you, so get the fuck out because I don’t need you, so goodbye, demon, my former drug of choice, I’m no longer a slave to your bittersweet voice”, and now I’m scared but I think I got this, because I’m no longer heroin’s bitch

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Bitter flowers and pinpoint pupils for another fix sold out my scruples;
false prophets and demigogues itchy numb soul turned to scum;
pinned myself upon the cross just give me another spike of sauce;
it'll all be okay just as soon as it goes away;
whitewashed with blinding light bleached and sterile dull as a pencil;
tearing gristle audibly dirty needles come inside of me;
ejaculating cotton wash and fever creeps stings like a wasp;
greasy hair and peeling skin neglected for lack of a better sin;
snot and tears and twisting gut no morals or ethics i'm a dirty slut;
no shame or pride or dignity the lord god heroin took that away from me;
all i see is my master as i spiral down faster faster;
crash and burn and fly back up i am the phoenix, fill me up;
then down and down again again day after day there is no end;
my scabbed up tracks my only friends peel them off and create them again;
filthy wretched dirt tanned face caved in cheeks pasty disgrace;
raccoon eyes black swollen sunken in icy blue to highlight the pins;
salt lines from tears cut through the dirt a twisted fucked up mask of hurt;
there is no out stupid gerbil spinning on my wheel no heroin chic no sex appeal;
just cold and ugly bruised rib torso withered muscles rot away from the act of laying in bed all day;
wake up and curse god in my foxhole prayers he must be a fraud;
because here i am another day alive just barely but too much to bear;
didn't this being hear my prayers;
i said take me in the night i just cant go on and this sick fuck just drags me along;
awake to exist not live for another day my time is up just take it all away;
i dont belong fucking alien not supposed to be here but no;
here i am i must be an effigy a focal point of hate;
because why else would i be forced to trudge along in this state;
use me break me beat me up get me straight you stupid fucks;
make it go away just flush it down eviserate me wearing your thorny crown;
if jesus saves he better save himself;
because i'm just a lead weight to drag you all down;
grab onto your ankle so we both will drown;
no exit no savior and all i can taste is this bitter flavor;
chemical burns upon my soul corrosive narcotics keep me in this hole;
dirty and leaking and tired and creaking i go under the waves and continue sinking;
just let me drown i deserve this;
unless you can top heroin's biting kiss...

Once again, SWIM encourages anyone and everyone to post any poems or other topical writing below...

Reputation Comments on this post:

	An interesting read - thank you for sharing
	great poems, really explain addiction in a beutiful yet sad way
	Sharing experiences and art enriches the site - excellent work and thank you