"istill" poems - Hello Poetry

iN & Out Of Rehab iRelapse Then Collapse iNever Commited To Sober Living So Why Are People Tripping? Drug Programs Are A Waste According To My Case. im Never Going to Stop unless i O.D And Drop But Even iN Heaven Thats iF iRise. With the Angel imma Continue Tweaking Cause iM A ****** Tweaker Or iN Hell With Fallen Angels. It'll Be Better, Since iSold My Soul To The Devil. He Never Asked iJust Gave iT Up. iFell iN Love With A stimulant Drug made up Of Chemicals ****** Poison But idgaf il Keep Dosing. Went From Snorting To Smoking Methamphetamine iLet iT Get The Best Of Me. Part 2 Out & iN 2014 iTs Krazie iM Back To This Dope **** Its been Already 4 years and Im still Addicted. In & Out Of Rehabs, Different Drug Programs and Sad That iStill Havnt learned **** Got Out November 19 2014 For The 3rd Time And im Still Twisting, Getting Lit Ilove Living Twisted Im on a comedown Im irrated right now wanting to take Another hit.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

iN & Out Of Rehab

iN & Out Of Rehab iRelapse Then Collapse iNever Commited To Sober Living So Why Are People Tripping? Drug Programs Are A Waste According To My Case. im Never Going to Stop unless i O.D And Drop But Even iN Heaven Thats iF iRise. With the Angel imma Continue Tweaking Cause iM A ****** Tweaker Or iN Hell With Fallen Angels. It'll Be Better, Since iSold My Soul To The Devil. He Never Asked iJust Gave iT Up. iFell iN Love With A stimulant Drug made up Of Chemicals ****** Poison But idgaf il Keep Dosing. Went From Snorting To Smoking Methamphetamine iLet iT Get The Best Of Me. Part 2 Out & iN 2014 iTs Krazie iM Back To This Dope **** Its been Already 4 years and Im still Addicted. In & Out Of Rehabs, Different Drug Programs and Sad That iStill Havnt learned **** Got Out November 19 2014 For The 3rd Time And im Still Twisting, Getting Lit Ilove Living Twisted Im on a comedown Im irrated right now wanting to take Another hit.

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deephate lossand anguish it all mixesinto onelargemess somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed or is it halfopen to you whofeel myheart—does itevenbeat hard totell youcant know whati befeeling howcan you foolsunderstand youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE theresnothing youcando tosave mefromthis pit of des- pair ilike theblack ofthis smallroom iusedto likepink iwanted tobe apretty princess andlive inacastle witha kingso kind butdreams dont cometrue learnthisnow youfools dreams are like pa- per burningin theFLAMES OFHELL just like me . . . . do not give up myChild I still loveyou myChild youvegone farther than rockbottom butlisten to Me listen listenlisten toMe . . . . I THOUGHT I GOTRIDOF YOU HOWDARE YOU COMEINTO THIS SOULOFMINE LEAVEHER ALONE you are so alone myfriend cantyousee noonecares about you theylie when theysay dothose fools listentomee tome listen to me . . . . thischaos inside icannotcontrol itatall iwantto SCREAMAND SHOUTbut icant i wantto crybut icant letgo of me setme FREE p l e a s e . . . . up uplook upMy Child iamnot faraway letyourheart beat beat beat again takemy hand myChild iwill neverleave younor forsake you myChild istill love you . . . . is that alight itsbeenso dark for solong imnot evensure what lightlooks like do i dareto hope dare tolook up up up . . . . YOU FOOL thereis nolight light doesnot exist ithought youwould have LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW theonly waytogo is down down down . . . . here iam myChild here i am take my hand please dontlook down dontlook down i still loveyou myChild ido i do . . . . i cant lookdown doi darelook up amieven worthit thelight is faint butican see it clear as day . . . . NO YOUFOOL you arenot worthy you cannot hope donteven try hope is frail youcant trust hope . . . . i surprise myself istill look up ithink maybe there is a littlehope maybethere is a little hope . . . . yes myChild there is hope still look up and see the light gets bigger warmer see me here I still love you myChild I still love you . . . . NO YOU FOOL no you fool no you fool . . . . the light is warm the light is bright i like the light i like the light . . . . no dont leaveme here alone listen to me one last time . . . . LEAVE MYCHILD ALONE myChild you are safe here in the light you are safe here in the light i still love you.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

Poet-i-t-m

the battle within

deephate lossand anguish it all mixesinto onelargemess somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed or is it halfopen to you whofeel myheart—does itevenbeat hard totell youcant know whati befeeling howcan you foolsunderstand youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE theresnothing youcando tosave mefromthis pit of des- pair ilike theblack ofthis smallroom iusedto likepink iwanted tobe apretty princess andlive inacastle witha kingso kind butdreams dont cometrue learnthisnow youfools dreams are like pa- per burningin theFLAMES OFHELL just like me . . . . do not give up myChild I still loveyou myChild youvegone farther than rockbottom butlisten to Me listen listenlisten toMe . . . . I THOUGHT I GOTRIDOF YOU HOWDARE YOU COMEINTO THIS SOULOFMINE LEAVEHER ALONE you are so alone myfriend cantyousee noonecares about you theylie when theysay dothose fools listentomee tome listen to me . . . . thischaos inside icannotcontrol itatall iwantto SCREAMAND SHOUTbut icant i wantto crybut icant letgo of me setme FREE p l e a s e . . . . up uplook upMy Child iamnot faraway letyourheart beat beat beat again takemy hand myChild iwill neverleave younor forsake you myChild istill love you . . . . is that alight itsbeenso dark for solong imnot evensure what lightlooks like do i dareto hope dare tolook up up up . . . . YOU FOOL thereis nolight light doesnot exist ithought youwould have LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW theonly waytogo is down down down . . . . here iam myChild here i am take my hand please dontlook down dontlook down i still loveyou myChild ido i do . . . . i cant lookdown doi darelook up amieven worthit thelight is faint butican see it clear as day . . . . NO YOUFOOL you arenot worthy you cannot hope donteven try hope is frail youcant trust hope . . . . i surprise myself istill look up ithink maybe there is a littlehope maybethere is a little hope . . . . yes myChild there is hope still look up and see the light gets bigger warmer see me here I still love you myChild I still love you . . . . NO YOU FOOL no you fool no you fool . . . . the light is warm the light is bright i like the light i like the light . . . . no dont leaveme here alone listen to me one last time . . . . LEAVE MYCHILD ALONE myChild you are safe here in the light you are safe here in the light i still love you.

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*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.* th- following l-tt-rs hav- b--om- -isabl-- **e c d 3 / ω** on my k-yboar-, h-n- th- hyph-nation. p-rhaps to slow m- -own, or what-v-r r-ason th-r- is to it, -onstru-ting a n-w -nigma? so th- r-ason w-str-n so-i-ty is -xp-ri-n-ing a flux of pr-matur- --m-ntia is --u to population siz- an- th- young on-s b-ing for--- into a -ompl-x worl- of s-rious maths an s-rious -h-mistry: so mu-h th-ory an- th-n only giv-n bor--om among banaliti-s of r-p-at r-p-at - -ompl-x th-ori-s to b- thrown into a worl- of -istill-ri-s whisk-y an- vo-ka typos of form-r -ompl-xiti-s r-quiring p-rfum-s to say th- l-ast... -st-rs: sw--t aromati- -h-mistry. but from th- -r-am worl-: 1. paint s-otlan- with 3 r-- strip-s 2. paint -nglan- with 3 blu- strip-s 3. op-n a win- bottl- with a mat-hsti-k an- fin- -arth in th- bottl-: mu--y grit, soil. 4. ov-r h-ar talk of my -at-gorisation of th- anglo-slav; as a -hat up lin-. o-- thing is... it's only th- lin- 3 / £ E D C t--hnophob- m-, th- oth-r 3 works though... on th- mobil-: 7 8 9 4 5 6 1 2 3.

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

fiction in poetry / delusional verse

*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.* th- following l-tt-rs hav- b--om- -isabl-- **e c d 3 / ω** on my k-yboar-, h-n- th- hyph-nation. p-rhaps to slow m- -own, or what-v-r r-ason th-r- is to it, -onstru-ting a n-w -nigma? so th- r-ason w-str-n so-i-ty is -xp-ri-n-ing a flux of pr-matur- --m-ntia is --u to population siz- an- th- young on-s b-ing for--- into a -ompl-x worl- of s-rious maths an s-rious -h-mistry: so mu-h th-ory an- th-n only giv-n bor--om among banaliti-s of r-p-at r-p-at - -ompl-x th-ori-s to b- thrown into a worl- of -istill-ri-s whisk-y an- vo-ka typos of form-r -ompl-xiti-s r-quiring p-rfum-s to say th- l-ast... -st-rs: sw--t aromati- -h-mistry. but from th- -r-am worl-: 1. paint s-otlan- with 3 r-- strip-s 2. paint -nglan- with 3 blu- strip-s 3. op-n a win- bottl- with a mat-hsti-k an- fin- -arth in th- bottl-: mu--y grit, soil. 4. ov-r h-ar talk of my -at-gorisation of th- anglo-slav; as a -hat up lin-. o-- thing is... it's only th- lin- 3 / £ E D C t--hnophob- m-, th- oth-r 3 works though... on th- mobil-: 7 8 9 4 5 6 1 2 3.

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Will iBe Strong Enough To Stop, Im Sober Already But Temptation Creeps Blinds me Will i be quick to say no if pulled out infront of me? iWanna Stop but iStill wanna use At times Idont know what Iwant. Sobriety or the highlife...

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

Can I ??

Will iBe Strong Enough To Stop, Im Sober Already But Temptation Creeps Blinds me Will i be quick to say no if pulled out infront of me? iWanna Stop but iStill wanna use At times Idont know what Iwant. Sobriety or the highlife...

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iM Still The Same, into the Same game. Addicted To The Same Thang, Not Giving A **** like My minds Always been. The Swirls and Twirls are still existing, the thick white klouds are Still forming, ***** Always Been! The Pipe iS Packed The bic iFlicked ready To Start melting and Take A Bomb Hit. I LOVE LIT Same mentality on the low Where iStill Seem to agreeing Imma Die off iT Slow. Getting High has been more difficult, seeking ways cause its Invincible Im losing my head as the days Foward on. Either Lit or Feining Cause this just has me leaning Towards getting every single bit I can. Istill Seem To See iT As My Everything.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

TWISTED

iM Still The Same, into the Same game. Addicted To The Same Thang, Not Giving A **** like My minds Always been. The Swirls and Twirls are still existing, the thick white klouds are Still forming, ***** Always Been! The Pipe iS Packed The bic iFlicked ready To Start melting and Take A Bomb Hit. I LOVE LIT Same mentality on the low Where iStill Seem to agreeing Imma Die off iT Slow. Getting High has been more difficult, seeking ways cause its Invincible Im losing my head as the days Foward on. Either Lit or Feining Cause this just has me leaning Towards getting every single bit I can. Istill Seem To See iT As My Everything.

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