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voidic3ntity · 5 days

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I wake up on my back, the ceiling creaky, the paint still cracking,

whispering birds speak of many improbable moments of calm,

but in my mind, in those moments, only the cascade of chaos:

reflections seen under black light seem to shimmer with light,

& as if by magic, some strange moment of recursion occurs;

please, do not disturb me from my awful slumbered sleep.

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becckks · 1 year

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iii-han-nah-bae-iii · 27 days

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I cannot ever forget you.

No Poison; No violence nor antidepressants could ever erase you from my mind.

You are not real but you were never a delusion. You are my comfort.

A fantasy.

One that has carried me through the miserable years of my youth.

Even when the storm passes and my vision returns,

Even when I have been abandoned by every other thought and memory,

You will always have a home in me.

- HB

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lxvenderjewel · 2 months

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angel tears

shoutout to @falling-raine for inspiring this one, your fic was heartwrenching I loved kt. the fic

if you look at the clouds

all dark and gray

and you wonder what

happened to the day

the sun was shining

the sky was blue

the birds were singing

now darkened too

an angel sits

somewhere up there

he’s all alone

and no one cares

he pastes a smile

and walks along

memories of

a nightingale's song

and finally when

he gets the time

he writes and writes

for every line

his eyes fill up

with angel tears

and when they spill

the whole world hears

#good omens #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #poetry #vanny writes poems and songs for her own enjoyment #dopamine is a hell of a drug #thanks maggot discord server

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drowningbeneath-thewaves · 1 year

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To begin to understand an addict; you have to have been one.

You have to carry the burden of that demon for yourself. Feel the weight of it bring you to your knees.

Go to war with yourself everyday; fighting; to just make it one more day.

Some days the demons are so loud they create echos in your head. Screaming for you to just give in. Just do it.

And some days, the demons let you rest. It’s almost like you’re safe, but you know you aren’t.

It takes one bad day, one unguarded moment to give the demons what they want.

To give in.

To feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

Numbness taking over. No more pain.

You are once again an emotionless corpse.

Taken by the darkness,

Until we meet again darling.

#dark thoughts #depressing quotes #sad thoughts #break up #depressing poem #sad poems #deep feelings #pain poetry #hate myself #recovering addict #addiction #drug abuse

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johnniescrossnecklace · 1 month

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OH LEMME TELL YOU BOUT THE SAD MAN

SHUT UP AND LEMME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS

REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A MADMAN?

THOUGHT YOU WAS BATMAN

AND HIT THE PARTY WITH A GAS CAN

KISS ME YOU ANIMAL

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theaddictspoetry · 1 year

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i think there are times

where you miss the version of yourself

who never knew

what its like to be under the influence,

i know you never meant

to dance with the devil,

but when you're in his grasp

everything seems so free,

i promise you're not free,

not at all,

not until you say NO

thats the hardest part-

to say no, to a beautiful devil.

an evil, masked so beautifully.

@theaddictspoetry

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thankgod4pattsu · 2 months

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So much beauty in self abuse.

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m1nttea · 11 months

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CRIPPLED KID

It's poetry,

The way I limp across

The kitchen floor

To take my hot bag

Out of the microwave

For the sixth time today.

It's poetry,

My crinkled sheet of paper

With the stretches on it

That I always forget to do.

The click and tap

Of my cane and

Those boots with the special insoles

Is music.

A metronome keeping time

Along with my probably too-fast heartbeat.

Every action paints a picture

Of just another crippled kid

Trying to be normal.

I decorate my cane with stickers

And on the bad days I wish it were a wheelchair.

I use empty bottles of painkillers

As decorations.

Scattered here and there,

Ibuprofen,

Acetaminophen,

Aspirin,

Naproxen.

Maybe my liver is shot.

Watching, checking

How I crack my knuckles.

How I walk.

How my posture is.

How my arms are positioned

While I knit and crochet.

I am my own surveillance state

Keeping everything in line.

It's miserable, all this.

Watching, checking,

Empty bottles for decoration.

It's now time to limp

Across the kitchen floor

For a seventh time

To heat up my hot bag

Again.

#i learned that if i cry hard enough at my mother after being on my feet for five hours the night before #then i get to stay home #original poem #original poetry #poem #poetry #cripple punk #crippled #disabled #drug mention #cripple #cane #mobility aid #cane user #crippled kid #disability positivity

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ivegotliestotellyourchildren · 4 months

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a shitty untitled poem i wrote about the 3 day crack binge i went on this week

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kickmebare · 4 months

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The plugs getting all poetic on my shroom bag

#upload #mine #photo #poem #poetic #poetry #drugs #shrooms #digital diary #visual archive #kickmebare

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voidic3ntity · 1 month

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an almost existential clarity seems to arise out of inner silence.

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al1cemadn3ss · 10 months

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No matter what i do someone will always see me as an addict

When the see my arms they will see my bad habits

The scars i have go up and down and side to side

The track marks are fading but the scars are hard to hide

People look at my body and see that ive lived

I've been through hell and back but i still try to give

All i want is to make them all proud

My addictions were digging me into the ground

Am i able to control this monster forever?

Its the hardest thing I've had to endeavor

Every day i keep trying to believe in myself

I never imagined i'd destroy my own health

~kh

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27paperlilies · 11 months

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Apathy Sleep has grabbed me in a way I fear I'll never shake, a strong hold of my own demise, I wish to bid it one last goodbye. I have attached myself to it and now I can hardly rid myself from it's tantilising view. I have drowned in an abyse of apathy and cold blue, eyes wide to the salt and soaking in the dim refuge. My heart is always caught in the rapids,stray thoughts send it running. it's own rapid pace,a participant of an endles trackless race. Would I wake tomorrow to find myself on the shore, or will I still be sucken, with shutters baring my door.

#Apathy is one hell of a drug #27paperlilies #poems and poetry #writeblr #original poems #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #poems #my poems #creative writing #writing #apathy #writblr #poetry #spilled poetry #spilled ink #poetic

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hailieshapedbox · 1 month

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one in a million!? baby youre the one in this existence<3

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trickstersaint · 1 year

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the lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. // april 10 2023

#alternative title for this is just psalm 121:7. but i'm being nice and spelling out the joke about preservation and embalming.#poem's name is psalm 121:7 when they're studying my poems in high school english classes. send them on a scavenger hunt #anyway! second frankincense poem for the night :)#prompt: drug of choice #napowrimo #escapril #poetry #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #poems about religion #poems about being trans #<— a little bit. just like. a couple of lines.#all my poems are about being trans of course because i wrote all of them and my transness is inseparable from that.#but this one gets a teeny bit of extra credit on the subject #poetsandwriters

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