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Addiction Spell
A desire stronger than the weight of the world, nothing in life matters more than the intake of poison, fogged mind and clouded vision,
Tell Me What's Love Compared To Addiction
controlled by controlled substance your own worst enemy living physically but empty mentally,
Happiness Depleted Unless Using Of Course My Best Friend Is My Drug Of Choice
scared of facing withdrawals to much p...
Friday 24th May 2019 7:15 am
Everyday Ritual
Pins and needles,
Trickling down my spine,
These thoughts that I have,
Are always on my mind,
In a dark room,
The walls are closing in,
Feeling all alone,
In a world full of sin,
These demons play games,
They fuck with my head,
They tell me to get high,
I Just pray instead,
Life and death,
Isn't what I fear,
Its the thoughts of my loved ones,
That bring me to tears,
Pain and misery...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:59 am
I Should Of Thought About That Before I Got High
Needles and pipes are a way of life,
These temptations I have are hard to fight,
The rush I get is all too sweet,
Nodding out and drooling on my feet,
I snap out of it and want some more,
I fill up the rig its shot number four,
This cycle repeats until I run out,
I start to panic without a doubt,
What do I do? How do I get my fix,
Drugs and crime are not a good mix,
Whats with these thou...
Thursday 10th January 2019 12:11 am
Zones of Avoidance
Review
Zones of Avoidance, David Russell Theatre, Portsmouth
Maggie Sawkins' Zones of Avoidance is an intriguing combination of video, sound and live presentation of her poetry combined with words from people in recovery from drug and alcohol abuse.
The award-winning show - recipient of the 2013 Ted Hughes Award for New Work Poetry - takes its audience into the world of Maggie's daughter'...
Saturday 8th November 2014 2:54 pm
Irregular Apocalypse
“Got 10p for a cup of tea?”
“If you show us where you can get one for that price,
I'll give you a quid”
He never did...
Irregular Apocalypse.
Lonely and irksome.
The bitter glow of jaundice
tears at society's rustic chains,
one tragedy at a time.
“The Freemasons took my children,
they took my baby.”
Now she's hopping magic buses,
...Thursday 4th April 2013 9:41 pm
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