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Michelle Long Feb 2012
Under a willow tree,
alone there I lay.
Beneath the setting sun,
across the shallow bay.

My routine is profound,
repeated the next day;
it's how I escape,
makes troubles go away.

As my thoughts unwind,
nothing meant to say,
I revaluate my life,
upon sunset of May.

Forever resting my head,
watching Sun's blinking rays,
nothing shall wake me,
falling into a daze.

Dreams of faded peace,
begin to make way.
Pearching upon a rock,
rests a beautiful jay.

Then the white bird,
lovely as it may,
turns a frightening color,
one of dark-gray.

Once shallow water ahead,
starts crashing green waves.
Sunset turns to night,
grass turns to clay.

Abruptly, I finally wake,
confusion starts to play.
Under a willow tree,
alone there I lay.
This was written a few years back, and it's one of the few pieces I'm content with.
Nothing.
Simply the faintest whisper of electricity buzzing throughout the walls.
Nothing.
Merely the wooden floors cracking, acting out timidly and discreetly, with no effort needed, causing the complication to disperse up and away.
Nothing.
Purely the pitter-patter of rain outside my window, gliding across the gutters, dripping softly one by one onto the scattered pebbles.
Nothing.
Just the sound of crickets singing delightfully, lighting up the thick, dark, opaque night that melts itself across the village.
Nothing.
Only the rhythm of my breath, inhaling and exhaling at a steady and profound pace.
Nothing.
Only the few combinations of sounds that make up the definition of silence. Silence that spreads throughout the room like warm honey, dripping from a tipped jar. Silence that brings peace within. Silence that allows you to think and revaluate. The silence that cures all problems.
Seline Mui Dec 2017
Her anxious legs, her body feels the absence of the last smoke, the last snort.

She preps her shot thinking it will be boss but down the drain she goes.

She'll fight her mind, her body, her spirit, but doesn't know which way to go.

So her body decides, as she's screaming in her mind, let me go, let me go!

She preps the needle with the spoon as her priorities are left in the dust.

Everything ice cold but not that hole in her arm, it's slowly trickling out blood.

Seconds bring instant comfort, relieving her restless body and anxious mind.

She cannot bear the withdrawals that come along dragging her behind.

A sharp spear laced in poison detracting delicate skin to bruises and scars.

Unit, by unit, her shot dissipates and every inch of her eagerly awaits to embrace the rush of the high.

As time slips by, the high subsides and she is dry, all insecurities exposed in bare sight.

Panic..on the search..broke..fiending..stealing..robbing..lost loved ones..manipulation..broken promises..

The curse gets worse. It's meaningless synthetic comfort, the happy juice she can never refuse fills her receptors, a matching piece to fit the puzzle

The feeling can't be beat, a silent stream reminding her in her dreams creeping into the sunrise bursting with a desperate scream.

Worry and panic demands her full focus and the lies and deceit don't stop until fear of not having money has subsided. Begging and crying, playing the victim with no rest until she got her fix.

She's not happy, she feels dead. Synthetic pleasure breeds depression, and she's cannot function on her own, she disregards her responsibilities and continues to fail

Her presence overdue, regularly absent she won't pass, she'll miss out on every opportunity or simply won't care for consequences.

Dope is her only interest, where she pours all her energy and effort, she even proposed to forever be a servant, for what she loves most.

So much aggressive energy to remain living, guilt-tripping her lover into enabling her, she get's what she wants.

Time and time again until she drains his resources, with nothing left to give, he starves.

Confusion blocks her judgment as she believes the sickness is out to get her, but she has exhausted her funds too, tired of depending on her dope dictator, wishing to be free from the physical and psychological deterioration.

Her best friend ****** left her for dead, locked her in a cage kicking and screaming.

How much do you really love me?? Fight for me and score some more the funds to feed the fire, exhausted, not a dollar to my name.

Validate me, i'm what you need. I'll give you hugs and kisses, dreams of the childhood you never had.

Leave it all in the past because i'm the high that leaves you in a fragile state, mistake by mistake it's the price you will pay.

Near and far, nodding in and out, constantly chasing the dragon. Familiar pleasure filling the lungs provides the sense of stability blocking out pain and discomfort.

Oblivious to the vicious demise quietly poisoning your body, draining your youth as your life is dictated where the abstinence of dope exaggerates the sickness that overruns as you lose control of your life and question your purpose.

Losing touch with reality, addiction becomes erratic-out of control. You don't recognize the face in the mirror anymore, a slave to an demanding lifestyle draining you from the inside out.

Not sure your reason to keep living, hoping one day you can beat your disease never looking back. The day came, you're tired, you've given up, you need out. Looking back, you've accomplished not a single thing.

Only getting older with more expectations, forced to revaluate your progress, found out to be limited to none. You're so done.

Running with open arms into recovery is the only chance you'll succeed, and to breed your goals and dreams you need to believe. To put in your effort and defeat the beast thats waiting for the chance you slip up and bleed.

Take one day at a time, this is a must, far from simple , but you need to trust.

In yourself, a higher power, an inspiration, will be the motivation to reclaim your life back, claim true happiness, and become the best version of yourself
this is a poem about my personal battle with ****** addiction, hope you enjoy!
Lovelust Oct 2016
Ugh
What do you think I'm going to do,
How do you think i'm going to feel,
I feel like I can't live without you,
I think about you most days,
And care one others shouldn't
But I think we need space,
To think and revaluate,
Before the friendship gets torn in two.
Star BG Jun 2017
A moment awake I move in
consciously processing the surroundings.
Emotions expand to capture my true feelings.
Footsteps move to carry me to many of doorway.

A moment asleep I drift in
subconsciously traveling to places unknown.
Emotions still expand to fill a dreamscape reality.
Footsteps guided by beating heart move me in realm timeless.

Moments build until my sand hourglass must be turned
to revaluate and begin again in the game of Earth bound life.

StarBG © 2017
Just playing with my writer guide.
Poetic T Oct 2017
That moment when a gesture
heralds the thought of contemplation
and you revaluate your attention.  
no longer do you feel sullen within,
knocking on the doors buried thoughts.
for one single action can create ripples
upon the deliberation of what we,
l have to be thankful for with a single action .
Colin Mulligan Jun 2020
I’m still running on
Yesterday’s priorities;
Seeking prizes that,
If I only I took the time
To think things through,
Revaluate my situation Properly,
Don’t really matter to me anymore.

I’m still caught up in the
Want of yesterday,
Driven by desires
Well past their sell by Date.

The insignificance of Bygone yearnings
Haunt my todays
Until I exorcize them
Screaming
Into faded memory,
File them away
Marked ‘Insignificant’,
‘No longer useful’.
JAMORE SMALLS Sep 2019
DEATH TO THE VERSES
RESPECT FOR THE HEARSES
LEAVE ME HERE IN THE SHADOWS OF DOUBT
AND GET BLESS BY THE CURSES
REVALUATE THE FACE OF A *****
AM A BORN KILLER WHO PUT DEBTS
ON HIGHER PURCHASE
STAND NEXT TO THE OCEAN AND DIVE INTO THE SEA
AM EMOTION LESS DOWN TO THE T
AM NOTHING LESS CALL THIS THE TAKE OVER
AM NOTHING LESS IN THE FACE OF THE PRIEST
BOW YOUR EAR CAUSE THE KING OF POP IS HERE
I DROP POP AND BECAME THE GOAT
I SLIT THROATS
IN THE SACRIFICES OF SHEEP
IN THIS POEM ITS ABOUT GROWTH
AND SELF PRAISE

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