#codeine - Hello Poetry

Climbing up the sides Reaching for clarity The pills vacate my blood Withdrawal is insanity Scratching at the walls As they close behind my eyes Swimming in tsunamis Ripping tides Muffle my cries A temporary bandaid To stitch over the pain Every second every day My body rendered Trapped Detained I relent And they rock me gently As I slip into a dream Where I can run, jump and dance Not break and bleed at the seems But the body needs to rest From these soul destroying treats So I'll abstain Refrain Remain True turmoil No easy feat Then a week has passed by And the world regains familiarity A deep breath And a stretch to the sun Full of possibilities And new clarity....

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Sep 23, 2021

Sep 23, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC

Vicci

A temporary bandaid

Climbing up the sides Reaching for clarity The pills vacate my blood Withdrawal is insanity Scratching at the walls As they close behind my eyes Swimming in tsunamis Ripping tides Muffle my cries A temporary bandaid To stitch over the pain Every second every day My body rendered Trapped Detained I relent And they rock me gently As I slip into a dream Where I can run, jump and dance Not break and bleed at the seems But the body needs to rest From these soul destroying treats So I'll abstain Refrain Remain True turmoil No easy feat Then a week has passed by And the world regains familiarity A deep breath And a stretch to the sun Full of possibilities And new clarity....

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Welcome to AA. Also known as Addicts anonymous Well, hi I’m Jetzael, and I have an addictive personality. But you can call me jet. It started about 4 years ago with small things. You know, from the things I ate to the seats I took. But then my addictive personality escalated to people. But let me explain to you how my addiction with people worked… or works. Itll start of by needing to take a glance at you. That would fulfill my high. Then I needed a simple hello until I needed a hug, a conversation, lunch every day, a seat next to you, it never stopped! My addiction with you never stopped, it just kept growing. And when my high wore off, you didn’t get out of my head. What were you doing? Were you happy? Did you need something? Are you mad, sad, frustrated? Are you okay? … am I okay? All I could ever think about, was you. And we all know here, addictions never end in a good high. So it got to the point where my questions turned from were you okay? To was I ever gonna be. I went through the withdrawal. All alone. All the restless tearful nights until I got high again. Not by you though. But her name was oxycodone, with her friends Percocet and codeine. They became my best friends. They always distracted me from you until I got tired of them, because you… pff… you gave me highs that codeine could never. But then came along all the restless, nauseous, and chilly nights until they all got out of my system. Why? Because I was growing an addiction for you… again. Would you still like me this way? Would you support my ways? But the one question that kept me up all night was, did you still love me? At least just a little bit? But then my old home-girl came through, Maryjane. And numbed my mind away from all the questions and thoughts that existed about you. She would smoke me out every day, before the sun was even two minutes into his 12-hour shift. We would be numb the whole day so I never had the chance of thinking about you. Couple of months went by, but if you wanna be exact, my addictive personality could tell you how many months, days, hours, minutes and seconds it was. But that’s unnecessary. I mean, all my highs were starting to let me forget your scent, touch, words, even your face. But then you crossed me again, and all those things I thought I forgot about you, rushed back into my head faster than any other drug that existed. So here I am again, craving highs, not from oxy, perc, codeine or marijuana, but from you.

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Nov 10, 2019

Nov 10, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC

Jet0012

Addicts Anonymous

Welcome to AA. Also known as Addicts anonymous Well, hi I’m Jetzael, and I have an addictive personality. But you can call me jet. It started about 4 years ago with small things. You know, from the things I ate to the seats I took. But then my addictive personality escalated to people. But let me explain to you how my addiction with people worked… or works. Itll start of by needing to take a glance at you. That would fulfill my high. Then I needed a simple hello until I needed a hug, a conversation, lunch every day, a seat next to you, it never stopped! My addiction with you never stopped, it just kept growing. And when my high wore off, you didn’t get out of my head. What were you doing? Were you happy? Did you need something? Are you mad, sad, frustrated? Are you okay? … am I okay? All I could ever think about, was you. And we all know here, addictions never end in a good high. So it got to the point where my questions turned from were you okay? To was I ever gonna be. I went through the withdrawal. All alone. All the restless tearful nights until I got high again. Not by you though. But her name was oxycodone, with her friends Percocet and codeine. They became my best friends. They always distracted me from you until I got tired of them, because you… pff… you gave me highs that codeine could never. But then came along all the restless, nauseous, and chilly nights until they all got out of my system. Why? Because I was growing an addiction for you… again. Would you still like me this way? Would you support my ways? But the one question that kept me up all night was, did you still love me? At least just a little bit? But then my old home-girl came through, Maryjane. And numbed my mind away from all the questions and thoughts that existed about you. She would smoke me out every day, before the sun was even two minutes into his 12-hour shift. We would be numb the whole day so I never had the chance of thinking about you. Couple of months went by, but if you wanna be exact, my addictive personality could tell you how many months, days, hours, minutes and seconds it was. But that’s unnecessary. I mean, all my highs were starting to let me forget your scent, touch, words, even your face. But then you crossed me again, and all those things I thought I forgot about you, rushed back into my head faster than any other drug that existed. So here I am again, craving highs, not from oxy, perc, codeine or marijuana, but from you.

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Breath starts to shorten, And my body goes numb, As I lie awake in bed, Waiting for death to come, What was supposed to heal, I am now using to **** And I won’t ever stop using, Until my heart is completely still.

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC

l-ppoetry

Codeine

Breath starts to shorten, And my body goes numb, As I lie awake in bed, Waiting for death to come, What was supposed to heal, I am now using to **** And I won’t ever stop using, Until my heart is completely still.

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I've always thought of you But the thought of loosing you, Has driven me to pharmaceuticals. Quit, I know I oughta to, But I just feel the benzos pulling through, What the Hell shall I do? So I try to play it down, Even though its only opie It still aint half as bad as brown. Lets lighten it up, Don't wanna be no dope fiend But like a pent up bull to red I head straight for the shop bought codeine Oh cody, you don't make me swell, If anything man, you make my being well, For that small amount of time I feel I can take on the world Until I get to tomorrow and I feel I've created Hell! All the things we do, Just so we can feel the warmth, Finding our little cliques, Just by the way we talk. Have you tried this, This ones hit and miss, Mix it in with this, For eternal bliss. Now I've heard it all before Nothing improves and nothing changes, But there's something in the brain That promises you can catch that Dragon once again. The Dragon flies high With the fire in his belly, But you haven't any, So why you trying to catch him. (So why do you even try).

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC

Memoirsfromthethrone

Dragons

I've always thought of you But the thought of loosing you, Has driven me to pharmaceuticals. Quit, I know I oughta to, But I just feel the benzos pulling through, What the Hell shall I do? So I try to play it down, Even though its only opie It still aint half as bad as brown. Lets lighten it up, Don't wanna be no dope fiend But like a pent up bull to red I head straight for the shop bought codeine Oh cody, you don't make me swell, If anything man, you make my being well, For that small amount of time I feel I can take on the world Until I get to tomorrow and I feel I've created Hell! All the things we do, Just so we can feel the warmth, Finding our little cliques, Just by the way we talk. Have you tried this, This ones hit and miss, Mix it in with this, For eternal bliss. Now I've heard it all before Nothing improves and nothing changes, But there's something in the brain That promises you can catch that Dragon once again. The Dragon flies high With the fire in his belly, But you haven't any, So why you trying to catch him. (So why do you even try).

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I hate codeine It takes away the love Warms the spine and festers the marrow Blurs the sight and fades the memory Like scrawled handwriting on brown paper in the rain Melting away into the ground I hate codeine I hate codeine For what it did to you

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Dec 20, 2017

Dec 20, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC

adam-robinson

You Took Their Medicine Over Mine

I hate codeine It takes away the love Warms the spine and festers the marrow Blurs the sight and fades the memory Like scrawled handwriting on brown paper in the rain Melting away into the ground I hate codeine I hate codeine For what it did to you

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Half my time is spent bruising my own ego, as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely. Forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you. Or worse.. all those things I'm ashamed to admit I love about you. In the end, pretending your nonexistence only antagonizes me more. The absence of you is louder than the endless supply of smart *** remarks you never seem to run out of. You take the joy out of every day, you rob me of the fun in getting high, You steal the very colour from my sight! Forcing me to star in this silent black and white film with horrible lighting. The other half of my time consumes all the rest of my energy. As I will the fibers of the Universe into energy that does my simple bidding- Overdosing your every single thought or impulse with only one yearning desire: Visions of me, covered in only green lace and liquid codeine. Oh the things I would do to you! I would go to such lengths to pretend to please you.. I want to give you the world just so I can take it from you later. And because you are the fire of my soul, my one and only.. I promise you I will.

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC

stone-fox

My Promise

Half my time is spent bruising my own ego, as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely. Forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you. Or worse.. all those things I'm ashamed to admit I love about you. In the end, pretending your nonexistence only antagonizes me more. The absence of you is louder than the endless supply of smart *** remarks you never seem to run out of. You take the joy out of every day, you rob me of the fun in getting high, You steal the very colour from my sight! Forcing me to star in this silent black and white film with horrible lighting. The other half of my time consumes all the rest of my energy. As I will the fibers of the Universe into energy that does my simple bidding- Overdosing your every single thought or impulse with only one yearning desire: Visions of me, covered in only green lace and liquid codeine. Oh the things I would do to you! I would go to such lengths to pretend to please you.. I want to give you the world just so I can take it from you later. And because you are the fire of my soul, my one and only.. I promise you I will.

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feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they say don't it's bad for you, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some crack-addled ***** frustration at every turn, as I see the corridors of my mind; a dead end every time, and maybe the migraines are a true sign of recent times pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they said don't it's bad for me, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some lonesome lowlife I understand the kettle's whistle, tormented and brought to boiling point, tortured by the very talents that give it purpose am I a kettle or a joke to you? pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so

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Mar 2, 2016

Mar 2, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC

finley-pietersen

Self Commiseration

feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they say don't it's bad for you, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some crack-addled ***** frustration at every turn, as I see the corridors of my mind; a dead end every time, and maybe the migraines are a true sign of recent times pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so feeling sorry for myself again, surprise surprise, I think a lot they said don't it's bad for me, surprise surprise, I wonder still feeling sorry for myself again, like some lonesome lowlife I understand the kettle's whistle, tormented and brought to boiling point, tortured by the very talents that give it purpose am I a kettle or a joke to you? pain for days, a complete sense of contempt seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes high up in the trees, stitched into leaves to look down on everything so

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the first spoonful was the most bitter in taste but least bitter in memory. the second, however, tasted like mother's rejection, and the third like father's absence. I paused debating another. gulp another spoonful, and another for even questioning myself. I saw your face in the sixth. with a knot in my chest, I saw you turn and leave, trampling my forlorn heart. but the seventh spoonful made me numb, to all the pain of thoughts prior. and with the eighth I felt like I was free. with the ninth spoonful, I closed my eyes and was.

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC

rantipoleghost

cough syrup

the first spoonful was the most bitter in taste but least bitter in memory. the second, however, tasted like mother's rejection, and the third like father's absence. I paused debating another. gulp another spoonful, and another for even questioning myself. I saw your face in the sixth. with a knot in my chest, I saw you turn and leave, trampling my forlorn heart. but the seventh spoonful made me numb, to all the pain of thoughts prior. and with the eighth I felt like I was free. with the ninth spoonful, I closed my eyes and was.

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You're the big spoon And I'm the codeine Intoxicated, in a haze I don't get your gaze I'm too high off of you Too used to being numb I actually think I am right for you So dumb You know what they say about ignorance It's bliss I'm addicted to the idea of you That I'll miss Because I'll never earn you Emotionally, spiritually Least of all physically I'm too busy getting high Aiming for the moon Melting down like the stars Addicted to hope I still think I'm free

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC

papa-ghost

Big Spoon, Pipe Dream

You're the big spoon And I'm the codeine Intoxicated, in a haze I don't get your gaze I'm too high off of you Too used to being numb I actually think I am right for you So dumb You know what they say about ignorance It's bliss I'm addicted to the idea of you That I'll miss Because I'll never earn you Emotionally, spiritually Least of all physically I'm too busy getting high Aiming for the moon Melting down like the stars Addicted to hope I still think I'm free

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Nectar of the forbidden fruit must be nicotine laced, codeine based. Powder trace mirror reflecting on broken face. Just one taste. Lips taut, set perfectly in place. Whiskey shot with whiskey chase. Her armor? Cold eyes, *Arsenic, and Old Lace.*

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC

mc-hammered

Taste.

Nectar of the forbidden fruit must be nicotine laced, codeine based. Powder trace mirror reflecting on broken face. Just one taste. Lips taut, set perfectly in place. Whiskey shot with whiskey chase. Her armor? Cold eyes, *Arsenic, and Old Lace.*

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