Disapates poems on Hello Poetry

Fenix Flight May 2014

White powder
NO
its definitally not Flour

Clear bitter liquid
NO
It's definitally not water

Needle after needle
NO
Its definitally not a doctor's shot

All these addictions
All these Drugs
Swirlled around me

But I didnt touch them
I kept away
I had my own

Little White pills
NO
they aren't my ADHD medicine

Swallow them
Snort them
Take me away

Blissful numbness
To zoned out to think
Perfect sanctuary

The high
I could Fly
I was invincible

The Crash
the reality came back
with a harsh flash

Needing more pills
to keep the high strong
More and more

More
more
more

Suddenly
They are gone
Leaving me to my own Devices

My stomach turns agaisnt its self
Can't keep anything down
Twisting painfulling in knots

A Cold sweat breaks
Shaking so hard
can't think straight

I need them
I need them
I need them

Pray for death
Pray for pills
Pray for this to end

I need them
I need them
I need them

"oh she has the flu"
Stupid doctor
what do you know?

can't you see
my desprete need
My need for those little white pills

I
Need
THEM

Months go by
feels like eons
feels like I'm in hell

Without them I am plauged
by horror and pain
depression peaking

Slowly my body heals
My need dims
My need disapates

5
years
go by

Addiction no more
Dependent no more
Little pill free

But every now and then
I feel that itch
just below my skin

the itch for a pill
for the numbness it brings
Every now and then

No matter how sober
I will always be recovering

Because when you were addicted to pain meds
It's hard not to relapse

Yes I use to be addicted to Oxy when I was fourteen turning fifteen. I never told anyone. I never went to rehab, I was forsed into recovery when my friend whose pills I stole cut me out of his life becuase of his own additcion to Coke, Never knowing he was saving my life in the process. Hawk <3

Casey Dec 2013

Tides of love.

Little girl afraid of the beach
Gets in to the ocean
Without a peep.
Oceans warmth and creatures
Around her feet.

Then a tide comes nd wraps underneath
Pulling her in by her feet.
She gasps for air until her faced is submerged.
The air in her lungs slowly fades.
She feels even smaller .
The fight in her slowly disapates.

The ocean calms and spits her on shore.
But the weirdest thing is she fears the ocean no more.
She experienced it at its ugliest.
And survived.

Now the ocean seems so wonderful
And she is intrigued
She dives in again
Just to be taken in.
This time was worse she almost died.
You can say it was a fight for her life.

The ocean is still her favorite place.
Because conquering you're fear is an amazing feat.
Calms her panics her makes her insain.
The challenge the ocean gives the love she receives makes the bad times enjoyable
And the ocean makes her heart skip a beat.

Sometimes the things we fear the most turn out to be the greatest hardest but most precious things.

Cate Mar 2015

You come with the sun

The summer is beginning to
Seep back into my sallow skin
As the crisp night air
Turns warm and fragrant

And the sky
Dirtied with light
Disapates back into
An eerie though
Strangely comforting displacement.

Always temporary,
Change remains scary.
But the uncharted territory
Can't always be complementary
To the days whims and desires.

Weeks may come and go
And I will remain uninspired,
But soon the summer breeze
Will come whispering again
To remind me

Of the tickle of anticipation
When ideas are all I have
And facts have yet to
Set themselves into any certain order

And I don't feel so old
And your body will block the cold
With sandy smirks
And drunken comfort
As we slosh together uncaringly
For a few nights out of the week

And maybe by and by
You'll mean something to me
Or maybe we'll just go with
"We'll see"

But either way you will come again with the summer
And again I'll see
if I can try to be happy.

3.25.15 C.e.M

Very rough, need critique/ to finish

#depressing #sad #relationships #nature #summer #change #hopeful #writing #symbolism #irony

JWolfeB Jul 2014

Exfoliated

Cedar armored walls.
Defined by addition.
These 4 walls are only limitations.
Multiplied by distance .
To equal a
Freedom cut down.
Chipped at with a dull ax.
Bring the house down.
Glory and drink in hand.
This carpet captures secrets.
The spills of wine and tears.
Stains on character.
This chair stands strong.
Faultered? Not today.
Antique like your bones.
Fragile pressure of air.
Pressing on your pores.
You light this room.
Presence of fireflies.
Light my will to the door.
Step into the world.
Through this lanterned heart.
Use your butterfly eyelashes.
Flick the snowflake.
Guide your melting steps.
Snow disapates into forever.
Your an angel through purity.
Lungs flushed of ability.
Stutter stepped stupid.
Beauty of freedom.
Nature flexing possession.
Captivated.

#beauty #simplicity #complex

Fenix Flight May 2014

Hell

This place is Hell
The walls made of fire
The air is putrid smelling smoke

Its slowly suficating me
Breaking me down
killing me
from the inside out

This Place is Hell
Taking away my freedom
Taking away what is me

The floor is lava
Burning me
with every step I take

Trying to break my spirit
Succeeded
I am broken

My go lucky attitude disapates
****
Now I am just
a broken little robot
One of their creations

I HATE WHERE I WORK!!!!!!!! its a freaking leech
stealing my spirit & stealing my life.

jeffrey robin Dec 2014

sadness

(       )
(                     ^                     )
   ^                                   |                                      ^
|
(         ^^^        )
^^                                                          ^^
   (      O      )

        ::::::::::::::::::::

                                                                       tomorrow comes early

•

                                           Every single one

Every child

( every daughter / every son )

•             •

All the love

IN VAIN

/:/

Darkness rolling in

We cannot see a thing

/:/

Out on the street

Citizens MURDERED

                                               by Policemen !

Amid the vows of silence that we have made

Amid the vast indifference that make us

•

I speak from a tiny soap box in the rain

//////

A voice that disapates quite uselessly

Amid the sounds of moaning lovers

And the war cries of personal impotent rage

/:/:/

Tomorrow shall come / we shall not

Only the dead

Only the weak faint image

Shall be here

Even these

Muted by ignorance

And our fear

tom krutilla Nov 2017

Final scene

be well my love
if you want it this way
our final scene
in this fairy tale play

take you bows, bid farewell
your memories of us disapates
across the street, in that shady place
you'll find your escape

as for me, i'll be sitting
stage right
dimming the lights
wondering whats left
but only for awhile
I know there be a new
light for me
this is not my final goodnight

Star BG Oct 2017

Sing

Sing sing I do
like birds,
as time expands
spiraling inside mind.

Sing, sing I will
with dreams,
as time disapates
and birds sing.

Sing sing I must
with power,
as heart opens
and birds fly.

Inspired by Peach Summer thanks.

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