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xmxrgxncy Jan 2016
When the camp counselor told us at age five
"Go take your night meds!"
I never thought that eleven years later
I'd be sitting in bed
Wishing that my remedy
Was holding me tight

Do you know
That you
Are a drug?

You're my marijuana.

I don't know whether to use you as my vice
Or as my healing.

Choice, choices....
And you don't make them easy.

******, the pain is worsening......
So do I medicate?
Or do I ignore the pain in my chest
And deal with the withdrawal......

No.
I'm not
That strong.
****** I miss him. Sw him for about five seconds today and it was nowhere near enough.
Meg B Oct 2015
Miles
on
miles
separate
me            from       you,
and yet
you remain with me.
I hear your laugh
and feel your skin.
I ache for your mind,
for the way you
unravel me.
I burn with hatred
I cannot find for you.
I shake off love
I cannot dispel for you.
I left,
and you managed to
follow me,
leaving me wondering
if I'll ever be without you,
if there's some way to flush you,
rid your toxicity from my system.

I have been infected
with your infectious soul,
and distance isn't the cure
I thought it would be.
And now,
years later,
it is much too late to
vaccinate.

If only I had known.
My family life's a sham
We're all  walking on eggshells
There's no bond when you're acting
To keep it all together
One big happy family

This is why
To escape my reality
I turn to my literary haven
A book there for any mood I feel
Momentarily causing me to forget
My seriously  messed up life

The gift of a good book
Is better than
any drug out there
It ***** you in *and

Suddenly you're immersed in it
Forgetting the pain  and  sadness
of your own pathetic existence

The love and sincerity  warms you
Causes you to dream and wish; sigh
Whilst the pain and anguish
You can relate to
Never once in an enticing novel do you
Think about the real world around you.

Such is the beauty of a good story
It acts as the perfect medicine
To remedy the hurt in your life.
//The answer to why I read so much//
AM Aug 2015
Never before I feel so desperately weak
when you raised your tone with a voice so bleak
that was the moment I am certain of one thing
I need to be closer to you
badly, so badly, very badly
and I wanted to be forgiven wholeheartedly
The identity of a poet
smitten into a dreamful
dark beauty
there the accurate
remedy emerges
as a soothing sterling
balm, an intangible
beauty healing the wound
where the majestic Cheiron
pierced and burnt you
across the underlayed
image of yours that
*I yearn to touch..
Chiron = Cheiron* [ Greek ] . . . is an immortal Centaurus.
And centaurus in Mythology is a half human/ half man divine creature.
The Chiron Story elaborates being astonished, surprised to be wounded by the poisoned arrow ~ which he could not heal ~nor die of a poison because of his Immortality. Even before the wound Chiron was prone to live reclusive, lonely life allowing him to develop the stunning self observing mind; an introspective ability for a self reflection and introspective awareness; His features and extra developed powers enabled him to know deep down the core of any human being: their true longing for being more than a human ~ to become divine ~being immortalised~ to transcend the sole human nature which is flawed in one way or another. . .this unbearable truth whith wich humans have to live with. The Mythology is there for us to fix this basic discrepancy between imperfect, perishable humans restored to their divine aspects. Magical impact the Chiron have on humans, helping them when they most need him, this legend lives to this day in contemporary fairy tales and movies as The Trilogy of the magnificent Lord of the Rings is. Since the wound Chiron suffered, the fragility of his own being extended his understanding of human nature making him The Finest Healer having the knowledge and the remedy for the wounded body, heart, mind, soul. . .
"The Wound is really a place of a great Strenght". . . To know your fragility, to know your wound is to embrace the knowlege of Thyself trying to heal it. To transcend!
You've been hurt
but don't worry, Darling.
There are always an antonyms of your feeling*

©IGMS
Just smile :)
Ariana Robinson May 2015
He should have been the complement to my heart, not the remedy
Let's just say that love isn't what I thought it would be
Christopher Lowe Apr 2015
Grieve
Oh grieve
Sweet Remedy
And be carried
Off
Into the breeze
Be bound
Spell bound
My
Oh so Captivating
Sweet Remedy
That empty feeling
Is just
So let yourself
Be Illuminated
Sweet Remedy
And when
You're out on a limb
Remember
It's always on a swing
*Sweet Remedy
Willis Norman Feb 2015
I’m wasted on
Mistrusted remedies misplaced among a messy world
Amidst the misappropriated masterpieces
Lost within our land
We were made for mighty minds
Need to metamorphosize
Find time
Stop the blind fantasizing
Come to die
Otherwise,
We future butterflies
Are consequently caterpillars
Falling from the trees
Can’t fly yet
Although we deny it
We are earthbound
Unfound but by the resounding sound of the hounds of time
And they will find us as we hide beneath our fear
Of death
Or we could face it
Face them, face death
This breath could be the last of the old way
The old order
At the border and the shore
Of life we know
Lets set sail
And stop pretending

I know it’s coming
There’s a mending

A trusted remedy
I beg you please
Don’t expect it from me

But if there’s a spirit in your flesh
Take the road and let it groan
For your home
Then listen

See there’s a meaning to the madness
It distracts us
From the atlas
In our souls
Neatly folded
Put on hold
The search for gold
Till we have time
Maybe till we’re older
Baby maybe till we’re bolder
Stay awake and let’s be soldiers
Storm the gates although they smolder
Though they’re heavier than boulders
Time to take back
What was stolen
Before time
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