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Mia Wallace Jul 2015
I want nothing from the world for it owes me nothing
I want only to exist
In the simplicity of the vast wilderness
I want my heart
And my soul to be like the wilderness
Free
Untamed
Wild and alive

I want to be alive everywhere and absorb all the beauty and wonder of it all
Embrace
Embody
Reflect
And return it back to its keeper
The flowers
The ocean
The soil
All of it.
I want to become my mother
The earth.
I want the stars to teach me all they know
I want the sun to wake me
and tell me when I should rest
I want the forest roots to guide me
The birds to sing me the songs
of the world
I want to feel spring water against my skin
I want to feel the unadulterated dirt of the earth against my feet
I want nature to heal me
Detoxify me from mans creations
the material world
I want the wind to tell me her secrets and bring me all of her wisdom
I want all of the universes' intangibilities.
I want to scream.
I want to be anonymous
I want not to be tainted by the small realm that confines me
I want never to forget the scale of the universe and
Remember that I too am a star
A toxic
Intangible
Ball of stardust
A wonder of creation
Floating in a inexhaustible,
eternal sea
Rough draft
inggo Dec 2015
Put it on the water
Toxic becomes hater
Age doesn't matter
Day 5 - Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, ****, juicy, peel, and sour.
Of a cleanse she speaks so sweetly
As if a sweat
some fresh veggies
and sobriety
will erase the evil deeds she did
She’ll never escape the
emotional poison she injected  
into their lives
It will be an anchor
Dragging
and
Keeping her toxic
Despite her denial.
Admissions and apologies are the way to begin absolution ....
Spellbound by love guides us together.
We detoxify ourselves from all impurities.
We shed our skin only to expose the truth.
There is no warranty for immortality.
ANH Jul 2013
Now
You are a free oxygen radical,
you set the chain reaction
and there are more of you than I can
detoxify.

Then
I breathed you in-
-voluntarily;
you were always there,
at the end of the electron transport chain,
you broke apart
to accommodate my capricious protons
and you changed state;
for me.

Now
I am in oxidative
s
            t
 r
            e
  s
             s
as you are colliding
your way through my melanocytes -

and my skin is draining white
and my eyes are burning red.
Some of the lesser romanticised forces of nature
allison Nov 2014
I.
I breathed in each toxic
story of relatives
departed or deported
that left you with nothing
but gerbera daisies
next to gravestones.

II.
I tried to diffuse
my scholarly ambitions,
to fill in the blanks
on your applications,
to change your histology
to help you evolve.

III.
My body rejected you.
My alveoli ached
to be free and breathe.
My chordae tendinae
were pulled too taut
and tore.

IV.
I caved into myself
with no other choice
but to detoxify.


*November 13, 2014
10:27:16 PM
Roberta Day Apr 2014
Orange sun shining—
pastel petals drip
weeping for warmth
beaming ebulliently after a pour
breathing the scent of petrichor
  blushing sweetly, like after a kiss

Absorbing all the moisture I can
blooming when I'm nurtured
and fertilized just right
  Detoxify my root,
     Oxidize my bliss
   Spreading seeds
semi-annually
and flowering for you
Lexander J Jun 2016
The first thing he smelt was charred ash. A dour, stale smell that drifted in the air, staining the walls and ceiling of the room like a bad birthmark. If you'd have asked him 3 weeks ago prior to today never would he have considered smoking. That was before the bad thing had happened, and now he was puffing away 20 a day like a run-down steam engine.

Stacks of crumpled cigarette packets and empty beer bottles cluttered the floor, along with discarded business cards that seemed to taunt his name, William Shaw, with a bitter humour whenever he looked at them. He had it all - money, a career, an established identity, and yet never had he felt so lost, so meaningless. It seemed the period before when the black event occurred, when the tone and texture of life had suddenly dimmed like being turned down by a dial, was merely a gold and fragile vail, strung up in front of realities true, decrepit, face. A face that had clawed it's way through the happiness, the blistering rays of the summer sunshine, the mounting financial wealth and job promotions, like a pathetic wall of paper plastered over a back street entry.

The first thing he saw when he awoke this morning was the tan coloured ceiling of his flat. Through the sleep induced blurry vision of eyes that have not fully woke, this looked strangely like a vast desert, the minute crack that lay in the middle stretching before his tired eyes into a huge smiling ravine. It reminded him of the grand canyon, something as a child he'd always wanted to visit. He had spent a lot of his school holidays, and acrylic paint and canvases, drawing pictures of it, inspired by its many twists and curves, imagining it as an entrance to another mystical world below where dinosaurs and other creatures hid from the world above.

To a child creativity is essentially their way of interpreting life, and coming to terms with it, and for William Shaw the thing that got those cogs whirring was nature itself. He'd write stories, draw and paint pictures, and whilst his skill at all these was clumsy, his imagination was striking adept, confusing and wowing his parents who had been expecting a crude stick man drawing but instead were presented with a clunky, Van Gogh-style picturesque scene. Being an artist isn't all about the skill, anyone can perfect brush strokes, but looking at the ordinary and somehow visualising the extraordinary.

He never ended up going to the canyon, nor anywhere else for that matter - his mother was unemployed, utilising her time by taking piano lessons and gardening, and his father was a forklift driver at a logistics company. Barring the one-time trip to a seaside holiday camp, where the apartments had smelt of salt and the bedding was scratchy, Will had never been on holiday as a child.

But that was okay, he told himself, they struggled but never neglected me. Now, lying here as the amber hues of dawn startled trickling through the middle of the curtains, those days all seemed like a distant dream. Breaking down financially, they were exhausted and living in worry, yet he went on all the school trips, always had milk money and a cooked dinner waiting for him when he got home.

I have more than I could ever want, and had then, so why do I feel like this?

He knew why, it was because of the bad thing. It had lodged itself inside him, like a festering tumour. No amount of running or distracting himself would make it any better; it would be like running a race against a car or a train.

Or a speeding bullet -

[Hush! Don't want to think about that]

And it was in that split moment he felt an image rising to the surface, callous and cold - a champagne glass exploding into a shower of shards, and oh the screams all he could hear was their screams rising like a tidal wave, ready to submerge, to drown -

BANG BANG!!

He rose with a jolt and glanced over to the digital clock which blinked 8:49 in the far corner. He was running late again and needed to get a move on if he was to arrive at work on time. He hadn't been late ever, but over this week getting up had been a struggle. Sleep just seemed more of a priority right now.

He grabbed a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, grimacing as the acrid taste filled his mouth. The first was always the worst; causing slight nausea as the nicotine rushed to your head. However the feeling of airlessness afterwards was amazing, temporarily stunning all the nerves in your brain, giving a confused floating feeling only drugs can better. His best mate John, who'd subsequently introduced him to smoking, often said the best cigarette of the day is the first as the 12 hour sleep hiatus allowed the brain to detoxify itself, thus catalysing the nicotine rush. The fact John also thought the Queen was an alien and that Donald Trump should be president made Will take his advice with a pinch of salt - but, in regards to smoking, he was almost spot on.

Much like himself, John was quite a skinny guy with a shock of scruffy black hair receding even though he was in his late twenties, and his black outlook on life often contradicted his bubbly personality. Will had known him for years since high school, and knew full well his stupid and often sarcastic jokes hid the darker side to him; John had served time in prison for a theft he didn't commit and, although he wouldn't admit it, had lapsed into a drug addiction upon his release. The slight gaunt dips in his cheeks said it all.

Looking at him coping, just, and carrying on filled Will with both admiration and guilt. His best friend was spiralling into a whirlpool right under his nose, and the worse part of all - he couldn't do anything about it. Again the feeling of helplessness, of meaninglessness, was there gnawing away like a bloated sewer rat.

He took another drag and glanced again to the clock. Now it read 8:57, almost grinning at him from the other side of the room.

Better get a shifty on, and with that he stubbed the cigarette out and stumbled toward the bathroom, catching his toe and cursing as he went.
A story I've just started, I would greatly appreciate and constructive feedback.
Ryan P Kinney Dec 2015
Somebody Take Me
by Ryan P. Kinney and J.M. Romig

You shook me up
And poured out my mind
Cooked me ‘til I crystallized
Crushed me up and smoked me

You got high on my experiences
Took my stories into your body
You loved it

Then the bad trip came crashing in
The heartbreaks, the beatings,
The suicidal thoughts
I made you paranoid, cynical, and distrusting
Every loss peppered with a smile
Each warm, glowing moment
Tainted with the debauchery of the act

You’ll pay for all this in rehab
Blood and tears diluted with stale coffee and ****** cigarettes
(They all taste the same)

Go ahead, Detoxify.
Spit me out
No matter how you try to purge
You’ll never be rid of this poison
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frankie Jul 2016
your eyes were the thing that got me hooked, the first dose of your drug. then, you made me feel special and worth something, the second dose; the addiction was growing. and as time progressed, my addiction grew and my vision became fuzzy, and you became all of me. that's when I overdosed. and now you're gone and I'm just an addict with a pen. I think it's time to become sober. my dear darling of a drug, this is where the pain stops and you become nothing but a memory and I begin to detoxify.
Creep Jan 2015
Mister, mister,
Come a little closer...
Let me melt away your worries,
Carry you higher,
Remind you what hapiness is,

No false hopes,
No more lies,
The end of the ******* she gives you.

Let me detoxify the poison
She injected into you,
Cure all your sicknesses,
Scare away your demons with mine.

All I ask,
Is for you to let me in when I knock on your door.
Dance the pain away
By benny benassi <3

;)
anastasiad Jan 2017
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Meiyun Jul 2017
Daytime is clawing its way into the room
Let's go outside and breathe in the fresh Yorkshire air
Let's detoxify our boozed up brains
Three hungover bodies overlap each other across the bed
All their nausea and fatigue beautifully intertwined
Securely fastening each other's complete lack of drive for the day
What does carpe diem mean anyway?
Just some Latin **** innit
A dead language
It's 9:51am
And I'm sat in the corner
Wondering to myself why on earth do I do this
All the time
Is it fun
I'm sure it used to be
Or was I just boring back then
Erin Young Aug 2014
I hate you and I hate what you've done to me.
I've lost everything because of you.
I let myself fall for you, you promised me happiness.
Why did I believe your lies?
Because I knew the rush you'd give me.
I love it so much, I'm in too deep and now I can't quit you.
I want to quit you, I need to quit, but I can't.
I'm obsessed.
You're always on my mind.
The stress of not having you causes me to break out in a rash.
My skin becomes in sync with the fire burning in my mind.
That''s why when I have you, I'm all over you.
I don't let go.
I love pulling you closer and closer.
Pushing you inside me.
Even at school, hell, I've done it in class.
I need my fix.
It's pure ecstasy.
The problem is, I'm just using you.
I just want that high.
This romance is chaos.
You're destructive and I abuse you.
It's not wrong if we both do it, right?
I hate what you've done to my mind.
I can't think straight.
I've lost friends because of you.
Wasted so much time and money in the pursuit of you.
You're still my drug of choice.
I chose you.
I said yes to you.
I still think about calling, trying to get you back.
I'm trying to detoxify myself of you.
Get rid of your poison.
I still have the razor I used to cut you.
Sometimes I cut myself with it so I can put you back in my bloodstream.
The doctor told me time would make me love you less.
But "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Rachel White Feb 2017
My mother always warned me about the boys whose palms were made of calluses,
And whose hearts held a shield of armor so thick that even the brightest flames couldn’t weaken it.
She always told me that they would string you along and make you feel so full of love and brightness,
That you would become blinded to the truth of what they felt within their heads.
Even though I listened to her, I still found myself trapped by boys who saw my heart and my sexuality as the same thing.
I still wound myself tight around the boys who made my bed smell like ***** and ****,
And I caressed them in the same way mothers do with their children.
But every time I found myself broken again, my mother would tell me to scrub my skin raw and wash away every part of these boys that I let near me.
I had to wash my mouth out with soap every time I let their name slip from my lips, as if it were the dirtiest of curses.
She said I needed to burn every memory of them; literally and figuratively.
I needed to let flames grasp up towards their pictures,
And erase all the messages they sent with hearts and smiles.
My mother told me that she wouldn’t be upset if these boys dragged me in,
Because she had been there too;
Chasing the boys who thought they were men because they had cigarettes dangling from their lips.
She told me that everyone learns from their past lovers how to detoxify their bodies once they leave.
It’s not with water and cucumber mixtures or baths made of roses,
It’s with fists clenched as tears stream down our faces,
It’s with our voices screaming and our hearts beating strong.
When we are broken from these boys, whose mouths are filled with sut,
My mother told me, we fight to build ourselves back up.
We do not suffocate on their weaknesses which they blamed on us.
Cydney Something Nov 2018
Reach inside
Detoxify me
Clean out every
Part that sings
Those praises

Leach from me
Everything
And everyone
I love

I'll be
A better worker bee
A better member
Of our blessed
Society

More pretty
More silent
More compliant
Less defiant

Replace the Fire
With the Earth
And the Earth
With the Water
And I'm left with Air

Whistling through
My empty tomb
My empty womb
This empty room

Raise my arm
To the audience
Prove I'm still
Alive and
Breathing

I'll be lost
And afraid
But nobody
Will know

So...
I'm preparing for a drug test and thought I'd be cute about it
Grace E Sep 2019
Let yourself cry.
Let yourself feel the painful emotions..
Let your heart detoxify itself.
It hurts, but it WILL help you.
It will aid you in the process of letting go.
MissNeona Jun 2022
Magnetar from the milky way
across our vast galaxy
carried with frequency
like lingams shook with spinning heat
detoxify from minds to feet
create the vortex, enliven the waters
Pray to the heavens, and our holy vvader
The mirror mind, and the eyes
plays tricks when judging the u-n-i
verse came first, aether was there
Is it time for the solar flare?
What is this, truth or dare?
Calling for a pheonix, rare.
Earnestly, we're laid bare
JASMINE Apr 2020
Don't care whether toxicity
Is measured
By quality or by quantity
It ruins everything
Most importantly
Your mental peace
The way your liver
Detoxify your body
In the same manner
Pull out all the
Toxic elements
In your life
And breathe freely
Jay earnest Oct 2022
when things get too heavy or your problems seem insurmountable to overcome, make a list.

  I love making lists.
Start easy.

1. Go ride a bike tomorrow

good, you're getting some cardio

2. spend at least 30 minutes in the sun everyday

now you're getting vitamin D

3. give up alcohol and ciggarettes

Now you're giving you body a chance to heal and detoxify.

4. Get a better job.

You can do this. This is the ******* one usually, but having an income gives a sense of intrinsic usefulness. You're contributing something, even if it's a sandwich to someone's mouth.

5. save up money.

Good, getting some money in the bank for some financial stability and to provide a safeguard in case of disaster

6. find a loving girlfriend.

need companionship for longterm mental health, we can't stay alone forever.

7. now keep this up, maintained.

This is usually where I start my list again.  
I'm tired of the fallbacks, and the hindsight anguish.
Someday
happiness will
last, but for now the list is my comfort
Ashly Kocher Mar 2020
I get lost in the music

I get lost with you

I get lost in my dreams

I get lost through dance


Sometimes being “lost” doesn’t mean your really lost, it means your escaping from something to detoxify yourself with something that you love

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