JayMG 2d

Call it what it is,
An addiction.
With pain it bring pleasure.
Thus, is it really an affliction?
Yet, it takes everything away and leaves you nothing;
That is, except for your suspicion.
But rather than your vice being what you suspect,
It's everything that would block you from your obsession.
And with this thought in mind you have a secession,
Of everything left because it's your mission  
To be alone with your true love.
Fuck!
Just call it what it is,
An addiction.

Skyye Yoder May 18

You are beautiful, yet terrifying.
Pushing your way to Cloud 9 Reaching for the Sky
-getting high-
Flying away from your imperfect life- away from your mom
and dead beat dad
you cry
with your big blue eyes.
You tell them lies that you are perfectly alright,
But baby, I'm right here - Right here by your side
You just have to realize, that I even know that when you are on Cloud9
    You still want to Cry.

but darling, it'll be alright.
Skyye Yoder May 18

You are beautiful, yet terrifying.
Pushing your way to Cloud 9 Reaching for the Sky
-getting high-
Flying away from your imperfect life- away from your mom
and dead beat dad
you cry
with your big blue eyes.
You tell them lies that you are perfectly alright,
But baby, I'm right here - Right here by your side
You just have to realize, that I even know that when you are on Cloud9
    You still want to Cry.

but darling, it'll be alright.
Skyye Yoder May 18

You are beautiful, and yet terrifying, you push your limits to try to get to Cloud9 -
until you are flying, flying away from your imperfect life, away from your mom and your dad.
you swear you'll never become anything like them-
you never open up, but when you do, oh when you do, your blue beautiful eyes stream water- pouring down your face , you probably have realized that even on cloud nine
you feel misplaced

- but I'll always be here for you, Dollface . <3
Skyye Yoder May 18

You are beautiful, and yet terrifying, you push your limits to try to get to Cloud9 -
until you are flying, flying away from your imperfect life, away from your mom and your dad.
you swear you'll never become anything like them-
you never open up, but when you do, oh when you do, your blue beautiful eyes stream water- pouring down your face , you probably have realized that even on cloud nine
you feel misplaced

- but I'll always be here for you, Dollface . <3

We have a lot of made up, Hallmark type of Holidays don't we?
We have so many things we are told we have to celebrate our whole lives.
May is here -  Mother's Day is here.
But what about the dirt-bag mothers?
What about the mothers who don't care about their children?
What about the mothers who gave their kids up?

I know it's selfish- it's childish- but you weren't there when I needed you.
You were drowning in a bottle of Vodka in your bathtub.
I know it's selfish- it's childish- but you still haven't been there.
You are too busy living in your own issues to remember you have children unless it suits you.

I remember living with dad and my stepmom- she raised me.
I remember grandma helping us with homework- she raised me.
I remember calling my dad when I was sad- he raised me.
I remember asking you where you were after 6 months of not hearing from you - but you couldn't even answer that question.

After years of picking up pieces and telling people I didn't have a mother here I am.
I am 25 years old with a stable job and stable home.
You are 47 with nothing to your name except some weed and a broke down apartment you get free from the government.
I am 25 with my shit together- paying my own bills- working for a living.
You are 47 taking pain pills as if your life depended on them.

I hear a lot of people telling me to forgive you, but I am just now coming to terms with how messed up I am.
I hear people telling me " that's your mom" but I am just now realizing the extent of my mental problem you have left me with.

All I have to say is thank the world for my father and stepmom and grandmother-- the only family I ever needed no thanks to you.

MARK RIORDAN May 8

CASSIE THE AUSSIE DRUG SMUGGLER
NOW WANTS TAX PAYERS CASH
THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND STUPID
AND A WHOLE LOT OF TRASH


IF YOU SMUGGLE DRUGS IN A COUNTRY
WHERE THE PENALTIES ARE SEVERE
YOU WERE VERY CONSCIOUS OF YOUR ACTIONS
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY MY DEAR


DON'T EXPECT HONEST PEOPLE
TO NOW HELP BAIL YOU OUT
IF YOU SMUGGLE DRUGS AND GET CAUGHT
YOUR ON YOUR OWN NO DOUBT

A YOUNG AUSSIE GIRL CASSIE IS BEING HELD IN COLUMBIA. WHY DIDN'T SHE CHECK HER OWN LUGGAGE AND CHECK THE PACKAGES GIVEN TO HER. YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT IS IN YOUR OWN LUGGAGE. NOW SHE IS ASKING HELP FROM AUSSIE TAX PAYERS TO FUND HER DEFENSE IN COLUMBIA. THE POEM SPEAKS FOR ITSELF.

I met you around the time Zac and I were to be engaged.
It was an arranged marriage,
But he promised me a lifetime of happiness.
They told me some loving would benefit my health.
That he could make me smile again.
So I stuck with him.
Every night.
You and I would meet behind his back.
He wasn't the only one who made me happy.
There was something about you
That made me forget about him.
Almost as if
I didn't need him anymore.
But they said I was commited to this relationship.

They told me Zac would work his magic 3-4 weeks after our first date.
And he did.
I smiled.
I forgot.
I relaxed.
I let go.
It was nice to be happy again.
Everyone around me saw it.
But then it was time to take it up a notch.
I was told to love him in the mornings and evenings,
Twice a day.
Then three times.
Then four.
Until I forgot what it was like to be single.
They didn't know I snuck out to be with you.

Eventually I was a whole new person.
I didn't worry about matched socks.
I didn't cry over spilled secrets.
I didn't retreat when the going got tough.
I learned to laugh at myself
Listen to myself
Love myself
Be myself.
The quiet world of whites and greys began to
EXPLODE
Into fireworks of vibrant colours.
I picked flowers!
I made music!
I flew kites!
The old me
Faded
From memory.

I was happy.
I am happy.

They said my life would never be the same.
That Zac had seeped into my brain
And taught me to see the beauty in life.
To find the rainbows in the rain.
They congratulated us on our marriage.
The couple of the century.
But, you see, I met you around the time Zac and I were to be engaged.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Maybe it was the timing.
Maybe it was fate.
But I had broken up with Zac a month after he proposed.
I never met him twice a day.
Or three times.
Or four.
All this time
He wasn't the one
Who had taught me
To be happy.

Connor Apr 28

ethan

it was a beautiful outside on the day you were laid to rest
the sun was shinning and the birds were chirping
but inside was nothing but rain in my chest

they said "don't hate the addict hate the drug"
"he's in a better place now, he's  free"
and i couldn't help but look down at my shaking hands and hate the addict- me

it's easy to hate a pill but how do i learn to hate a drug when my drug of choice was always you
escaped your reality through a quick high and and a line
but i only escaped mine when i was by your side

you're gone you're gone you're gone
and i'm going through withdrawals
i need you
i need my high

maybe someday they will say she's finally free too - when i die

She has me hooked
Like I'm addicted to cocaine
Lowered the dose
So I could beg her for more
Her presence was my drug
Now I'm out here dying
because she was my plug
And now I can't get anymore

© Katli Mathobela 2017

Plug: a source from which to score drugs
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