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#coldturkey
Recurrent fixations Brain and body stuck in the white noise of pain and anguish Their scratched records echoing time Memories returning needing to be demolished Films of sweat gathering on the surface of the skin Itchiness and jittery thoughts Hallucinations brimming on the surface Pale from nocturnal lifetime The vampiric urge to ingest powders of delight and death The soul stripped of all life, but just one more fix A fix to bring us back to life Oh life, you are reduced to one meaning Awakening to surrounding grotesqueries waiting for memories of night time revelries to reappear and brighten the face before thoughts become sick and obsessed on one ideal Life, a permanent black punctuated by brief moments of pure white light whose glow depletes with every jab in the squalid, stinking, putrid conditions Sickness seeping into every pore Twisted souls kicking and screaming torments at the day Calling for gods to release the pain Listening at the night for the fireworks of relief Control relinquished to flowers of romance Their seeds vomiting life back once more Shaking hands and rapid increase in the beating heart Licking lips in anticipation whilst muscle memory rituals of bent, blackened spoons and vein raising ties pave the way for temporary bliss of pure white light and uncontrollable pleasure My distorted life of dishonest and fraudulent ways return once more
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
Just One Fix
By: Jack Wilder (Ramon Carlos T. Castillo) Inhale, exhale— I make a long trail, Like writing the lines of which you love to read, A call of the aching heart, Are seen through the words my soul would bleed. With my hard work, your mind I feed. And I think about it— life, So I pick one, straighten it up, And ignite the inspiration coming from within me, As I show you the light through paper, pen, and nicotine, In return, you fuel my perseverance, And give meaning to my existence. Such a long trail it is— life, I think to myself as I puff off a trail of smoke into the night, The smoke of which is a lot like life, Long all at once— and gone in one blink.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
The Long Trail
"You have cold turkey." They said I never knew what they meant by that. "I have no such thing; I'm a vegetarian." They said it has nothing to do with meat though... Yes I'm cold and shivering, But why 'cold turkey'? "Your skin feels clammy: like a turkey." They said, But I wouldn't know; never eaten one in my life.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Cold Turkey
I hate to say what's already been said, Yet I feel it necessary to do so; *"You're like my own personal brand of ****** Addictive. The more you give of yourself to me, The more I need. And then when you go, With no warning, I am left alone to deal with the shakes, The trembles, This cold turkey that you have left me.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
"You're like my own personal brand of ******
I wish i could quit you cold turkey. you are a form of escapism and i am seeking sobriety please please sweet addictions let go of me.. -Cihannah F.-
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Day 4