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Junkies Heaven

Crying but no tears, lost to; too many fears,Thoughts twisted to a mind that has crazed,Running back and forth as the family frowns,Sad; their just condescending clowns,
 Don’t Judge me, you don’t understand me,But you can find me, if you cared for me,Look behind some pissed stained doors,Seeing my veins ablaze, basting smack;  
 Yer; ….. Off my face jack, crack smack,Can’t get this monkey off my back,Tripping LSD flipping, as I bleed screamingBeing pumped, humped for a score,So I can buy some more, who’s the fucking whore Watch the blade I don’t want your aids,I have no shame, “That smell, yes it’s me”He’s humping the crap out of me,No time for games,My body aches and violently shakes,Cold sweats enrage, no one cares,But you stare; glaring,Staring straight through mePushing your drugs deeper to me You were suppose to be a fixBut you came with tricks,You have stripped my soulI’m baring all, beyond thoseThat cared, no voices call,I can’t hear bugger all,I crave as you rave,watching me, begging,To becoming another slave, Naked, fair game to savour“John” give me a dollar, whyBecause my gods holler,Turning tricks in slick flicks,I’m your junkie whoreDevoured by your powerCracking my veinsTo fill with your crack,smack, rocks or cocaine, whatever I’m way past shameI’ll grovel on all foursTo taste your wares,Can’t find a vein, going insaneRehab calls I’m broke again,Scored with John, feeling rough,Had enough? No,I just need some more of your stuff, Hep C, HIV, is this the bonus you promised me?Off my head, smoking bread,No doubt I’ll soon be deadHappy thoughts;A cup of tea? “Please”So long as it is laced with speed.I’m deadI’m …….GONE“Pass the Fucking Bong” 

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poewriter58

17 years 11 months ago

Peter

Even though the rhyme is inconsistent,they are powerful words. The hate for that life oozes through the pores of your wording excellent write. Chrys
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rider68

17 years 11 months ago

Hi Chrys...........,Rhyme

To be honest, Content was the factor; the believing was the main thought, rhyme was a secondary consideration, and Yes you are so right about the hate of this evil hold that drugs have, But then i find as a society, we fail in not being honest about punching home the real horrors, Telling the kids the way it really is, where and how low they will fall submit to, no self respect disease and death, Best Respects Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
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poewriter58

17 years 11 months ago

Peter

Wow you just ruffled my feathers enough to spark one of my soapbox lectures , but I will not get into that here. It is not the proper place but these are the kind of statements that spark all night discussions lol. As far as the inconsistency of the rhyme not knowing the fact that you wanted the jerky affect of the wording to represent the the feelings I still maintain at first reading it is very stop and go Your reader as a whole should not have to assume this is what you were trying to do . Consider this if you were a novice and not a seasoned writer you may not have had the experience to do what you were able to do , nor would you have recognized it while reading. I hope you can see the point I am trying to make . It is still an excellent portrayal.. Chrys
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infinite_dwarf

17 years 11 months ago

Peter

Content matter is very good, however, there's just something about the flow that isn't quite sitting right. Maybe not trying so hard for a rhyme? Dunno. Still and all, I likey! ~Jess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
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rider68

17 years 11 months ago

Hi Jess....Flow?

This needs to be read in an upbeat fashion, pacey, jerking mode, and the first couple of stanzas are consistent, then read the rest with hap hazard pace, The one thing with a junkie is there’s no consistency, It dose work I’ve read this many times, But it can be improved, Best Regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
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Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Junkies Heaven

Peter. This was awesome! I spend a lot of time at the corner convenience store because I am friends with the owner. Man, You captured it. I see it almost every day. They come in and can't even talk coherently, stumble, start, stop, shaking all over and willing to do ANYTHING for some money to get their next fix. It is soooooo sad. Rett
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rider68

17 years 11 months ago

Hi Rett

Thank you for your thoughts, and somewhat yes i am pleased, But....although content is there, on reflection the delivery comes up Somewhat short, form and rhyme is slightly awkward, So this will become a working project, I think I have fallen into that trap, of needing to post for the sake of posting, If you know what I mean, I need to step back, be more self critical, as I don't Possess a particular sway, I should read more, But there you go, If it was that easy, it would be boring, Take Care Rett, and thanks Kindest Regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
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leonard daranjo

17 years 11 months ago

Hi Peter

You have eloquently captured a situation here. Sacrificing rhythm has added to the sense of hopelessness that a junky will feel after he has been trapped in the jaws of this evil habit. To deviate a bit, it reminds of some of the stuff I have read in "Absurd Theatre" where form and content are disregarded to capture an idea and present it as it is. It is claimed by the artists of this genre that there is no order or meaning in life so why should art - which is derived from life - have order. Elliot says : Poetry should communicate before it is understood. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks. Take care and best wishes ... Leonard