Dark Poetry - Proudly Publishing Poems Prose And People's Priceless Poetry
"junkie" by thelostmessenger

Dark Poetry Home

Log In

Random Poetry


plastic purples
in
cellophane wrappers
slide my way.
wrinking baggies
make for an anxious junkie.

anything
for
any drug

im only looking
for my next high.

im lyeing.
stealing.
sleeping in.
taking out.

"yes, doc,
just what i need"
[to kill myself slowly]

crush
grind
make a line

pick
pull
pack
never.
look.
back.

life by the pop
from the pipe
on the edge.



Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.




If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others

On Thursday April 3rd, 2008, Nixx (168) writes:
waiting for the tomorrow that never seems to get here, waiting for something to change. i haven't reached this point but i know someone that has. thank you for this write. painful but beautiful.


On Thursday April 3rd, 2008, Rebell tiGer King (641) writes:
many moments ago i would've said almost the same thing, now i am in a different place but the fog never really clears, nicely done -symph-



Navigation for Text Browsers
Things to Read  Home  Copyright Policy  Bugs


Owned and operated by GeniusWeb.com LLC


© 1996-2008 Matthew Steven
You must agree to our terms of service in order to to access this site

Need help? Reach us on the poetry site resource page.



Printed from www.DarkPoetry.com/dp/15660/108249 on Friday September 05th, 2008 01:47 PM

Certain elements © 1996-2008 Matthew Steven (matts.org)