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"addie" poems
Won't you keep me dizzy so that I stop spinning Out of all control when I'm alone And won't you keep me busy so that I stop snoozing All the day away when I'm at home Sing to me, Sera We're calling you back home Prozie, Addie, all of our old friends. Sing to me, Sera Please don't leave me alone I want to look at my life through your lens.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Sera
vyvanse, at last, my chance to be alive, to do, to finish all my projects, **** I love this job, I want to dig it all day long ritalin, my only friend, you'll be there till the very end, I know that I am happy now, I think that I have meaning now, I wish you wouldn't bring me down, I wish I weren't running out adderall, yeah that's my **** when addie's there, agree with it, I'll never stop this addie binge, I know that I don't have to quit, my doctor tells me "this is it", my dealer tells me "this the **** I'm happy now it's safe to say the war on drugs will end today, amphetamine's the bread we break, the wedding band that's been exchanged between this government-sanctioned pharmaceutical cartel and the DEA
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Amphetamine
Depression- Deb Suicidal- Sue Anorexia- Ana Bulimia- Mia Self- Harm- Cat Schizophrenia- Sophie Bipolar-Bri ADD/ ADHD- Addie Ednos- Ellie OCD- Olive Borderline- Bella Paranoia- Perry Insomnia- Izzy Maybe, Just maybe our worst nightmares are real.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Just Maybe...
And at my new job I am the manager-in-training. In French it is “Responsable en formation” Or as I would say, Responsible information. However, I was not responsible in gathering my information. During my interview, I said masseuse. Turns out that is heavily connotated and maybe even denotated as a *** word. I asked if it was the French ending He said, “No, it’s the happy ending” Maybe French is only **** because of how much is escapes me. The opposite reason is why death was never **** to me because of how much I escaped it Maybe death finds Me **** And Anyway I got the job And a month later my boss gave to me a T-shirt that said your table is ready At first, Instead of a massage table, I thought it was a stretcher And I laughed I wonder what that means “You could have died” “you almost died” “it’s a miracle you’re still here” “we’re /glad/ you’re still here” Are words I often hear from my doctors who almost always meet with me pro bono because I am poor, but also interesting Medically But they are not words I hear from my mother Those are the words she saves to give to her 90-something mother-in-law I say 90-something not because I am careless or inattentive, but because my grandmother Adeline lied about her age so often in her youth, that both she and the government forgot her actual age The words my mother gives to grandma J upset her. She is tired of living Asked all of us to pray for her death Asked my brother in law to be “to help her get to heaven tonight” Said “I know you can help me get to heaven tonight” presumably because he works for the cook county coroner's office. He is a man so jaded that he sometimes can only laugh on the job when he sees particularly trite Chicago suicide notes: To be fair, he’s not cruel It is usually when it is something Like “you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” Anyway, it made him cry when old Addie asked that and also if you are a prayer person, please pray for her death, I can’t bring myself to do it.
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
Mobile (of Mobile/Stabile)
And at my new job I am the manager-in-training. In French it is “Responsable en formation” Or as I would say, Responsible information. However, I was not responsible in gathering my information. During my interview, I said masseuse. Turns out that is heavily connotated and maybe even denotated as a *** word. I asked if it was the French ending He said, “No, it’s the happy ending” Maybe French is only **** because of how much is escapes me. The opposite reason is why death was never **** to me because of how much I escaped it Maybe death finds Me **** And Anyway I got the job And a month later my boss gave to me a T-shirt that said your table is ready At first, Instead of a massage table, I thought it was a stretcher And I laughed I wonder what that means “You could have died” “you almost died” “it’s a miracle you’re still here” “we’re /glad/ you’re still here” Are words I often hear from my doctors who almost always meet with me pro bono because I am poor, but also interesting Medically But they are not words I hear from my mother Those are the words she saves to give to her 90-something mother-in-law I say 90-something not because I am careless or inattentive, but because my grandmother Adeline lied about her age so often in her youth, that both she and the government forgot her actual age The words my mother gives to grandma J upset her. She is tired of living Asked all of us to pray for her death Asked my brother in law to be “to help her get to heaven tonight” Said “I know you can help me get to heaven tonight” presumably because he works for the cook county coroner's office. He is a man so jaded that he sometimes can only laugh on the job when he sees particularly trite Chicago suicide notes: To be fair, he’s not cruel It is usually when it is something Like “you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” Anyway, it made him cry when old Addie asked that and also if you are a prayer person, please pray for her death, I can’t bring myself to do it.
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Blood strange to mine, I could get ready to stay dead I would hate my father for ever having planted me A tall bird hunched in cold weather Wild out of the darkness, I knew that living was terrible The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead Fear was invented by someone who had never had the fear Pride, who never had the pride Love, he called it My aloneness had been violated Words are no good; Just a shape to fill the lack; Words don’t ever fit.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
Addie//Parental Absurdity
You hurt and numb me at the same time. My soul is becoming lifeless. My eyes feel like they're bleeding. My heart feels more alive when it skips a couple beats. I like the feeling of feeling hungry. I would rather feel the pain of an empty stomach. My mouth is dry. My body never sleeps . I can't feel my face. My tongue is swollen with bite marks. My jaw won't stop locking. My throat is so soar that I can barely swollow. But you never seem to let me down. Deep inside my head I am jumping off the tallest mountian and nobody knows. But you're here to help. Right?
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
Addie.
She's been walking with a limp since before Selma.. Jim Crow's ****** spit hangs off of scorched buses. The glutton oinkers hide behind badges. Her beige babushka stained with fresh tar and tears.   She notices a nearby soul case Posed unto the asphalt as a stiff staple of humanity Or lack thereof. 16th street stands veiled under a dark, Heavy mantle. A blackened institution consumed in conflagration at the hands of A pointy white hood. But Addie Mae Collins will live forever With McNair, Robertson, and Wesley. So take a look at my body conveniently Cut up for you. Reach inside and fish around for character or Soul. Kiss my organs and be honestly amused. When enough is enough, and the coat comes back... ~ will you hate me then of the contra between us two? ~
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
Untitled
the first time I ate them I felt guilty because all I could think about was you staring at your ceiling you were too afraid to look at the floor but I'm going to be honest I want to try more
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
addie
i like it when you look at me except i just don't think you really look at me maybe it's because   i'm not the one you wanted to see or maybe it's because i'm looking for an unspoken apology i'm really happy i swear i'm happy i smile 'til my face screams and everyone asks, "how are you, addie?" i like it when you think about me except i just don't think you really think about me maybe it's  because you don't even know me or maybe it's because you see right through me i'm really okay i swear i'm okay i shrug my shoulders and i sigh all day and nobody ever asks "are you sure you're okay?"
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
just how i like it