Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Don't do it! Don't give in to self destruction, you have a beautiful mind don't willingly destroy it! Just......write, write, and write again until it goes away.

Unknown to you
This is true
Shouldn't care
Somehow I do
Similar views
Of blue
Words you write
Stick like glue
Have vices
Yes, I have a few

Because of
Someone else's haste
No need
For you to waste
Those old scabs
Just use some paste
Allow withdrawals
Time to baste
Give yourself time
Remember the taste

Of freedom

time released moraphine for three days
30 mgs of valium on the 4th
kick that shit, run like a horse
will always be waiting for you when you get back
most certainly you will be
but before commiting to brown murky death
reach towards life, and live
wrose disater is never really having lived
be extrodinarily nice to people for a month, see what happens
find out what someone else is really feeling
you do not sleep with
all wild horses return to the barn
if you are lucky and owl will bring you a new beginning
too many of my friends have lost this battle
to illness and a poor quality of life
one of my favorite died last year
we were together 9 years- he went to 17 treatment centers and was a funny loving guy
he never really got clean except when he was with me
i know that because i live where we used to live
and i know every one and their children
this slime drenches generations
i know your pain
but being in a coma does not change anything
my favorite addict, also dead- used to say "lets get stupid" we did- and i loved him too-the wierdest part is i have been there very recently, but the balllessness junkie that i am i chose the sticky patch of time released pain killer
i joke how God put me to sleep for a year, because life was too painful-
broken hearts suck
today i do not do it- because i think I have had enough of tolerance and people that do not give a shit about me
it is about what i could give to them
spiritual vampires
no more blood
no more violience
no more marriages

time released moraphine for three days
30 mgs of valium on the 4th
kick that shit, run like a horse
will always be waiting for you when you get back
most certainly you will be
but before commiting to brown murky death
reach towards life, and live
wrose disater is never really having lived
be extrodinarily nice to people for a month, see what happens
find out what someone else is really feeling
you do not sleep with
all wild horses return to the barn
if you are lucky and owl will bring you a new beginning
too many of my friends have lost this battle
to illness and a poor quality of life
one of my favorite died last year
we were together 9 years- he went to 17 treatment centers and was a funny loving guy
he never really got clean except when he was with me
i know that because i live where we used to live
and i know every one and their children
this slime drenches generations
i know your pain
but being in a coma does not change anything
my favorite addict, also dead- used to say "lets get stupid" we did- and i loved him too-the wierdest part is i have been there very recently, but the balllessness junkie that i am i chose the sticky patch of time released pain killer
i joke how God put me to sleep for a year, because life was too painful-
broken hearts suck
today i do not do it- because i think I have had enough of tolerance and people that do not give a shit about me
it is about what i could give to them
spiritual vampires
no more blood
no more violience
no more marriages

Horrible nasty addiction. Ruins people's health, finances, relationships. Years go by and nothing gets accomplished except for chasing the next hit. It's a waste of life.

If this is fictional, you portrayed it well. If it's based on real-life experience, I hope the person who's experiencing this gets some help. (I know you wrote it in the first person, but still, I don't have any idea if it's you or not. You could be playing a character).

Most junkies end up dying an early death or in prison for a very long time or both. Some get very sick years later even after stopping ... AIDS or Hepatitis C.... both of which can debilitate them and kill them.

I've seen it all too often earlier in my life. It actually makes me literally sick on my stomach to think about it.

So I guess your poem must have been effective.

perhaps the most difficult portion of any story
is how we got there
love is contorted, sweating, sad, lonely
in the efforts to console
love
the body is warped. restructured, emptiness
to liquid to golden light
reaching slowly out
from the places of expectation, disappiontment, resentment
hurt is hallow
affection is full bodied and warm
the choices are numerous
there are beautiful seas and islands and mountains yet to climb
dont give up

happiness and health
too
come with a price

--

We must pay the muse
in the currency that she
so jealously guards.