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The Beauty of Addiction
Thereโ€™s a whisper in the veins, a sirenโ€™s call, A craving that rises, a hunger enthralled. It dances like fire, fierce and untamed, A love wrapped in chains, yet never ashamed. Oh, the rush, the velvet thrill, The world dissolves, the mind stands still. Fingertips tracing the edge of delight, Chasing the sun through the longest night. It builds you up, it pulls you in, A kiss on the lips laced with sin. A promise of comfort, a loverโ€™s embrace, A fleeting escape, a fall full of grace. Yet beauty is cruel, it comes at a cost, A shimmering dream that leaves you lost. A siren sings, but the sea runs deep, And love like this will never keep. For even the most golden chain still binds, And beauty that blinds will silence the mind. So chase the thrill, but know the toll, Addiction whispers, but it steals the soul. By Jason Strickland
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@Karen Hamilton I couldnโ€™t agree more I just turned 51 in December. I'm getting to old for all that crap
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I started after my wife passed at the age of 44 and went straight to meth slowly killing myself that's what I wanted at that time something to kill the pain I was in
Freestyle Feelings
I'm Feeling Hungry, So Eat... I Felt the lump of hopelessness drag along my Esophagus, this little bitch, Never has shit, No I won't die with regret. My lit cigarette, burns the finger at the tip.. A quiet little fit shhhh don't let em hear it, Not ready for this spirit, No Fear for the next hit Feed my empty stomach with a killer my lover the opiate. Darkness now LIT, stay Full its so exquisite, Don't remind me to see Actually Empty Living Rent Free My craniums debt to be Dead to me No jealousy I go big I got no home Got no where to sleep Am I in to dEEP I am into Creep to take the meat Raw I EAT...
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Tell Me Lies Tell me lies, the pretty kind, The ones that let me sleep at night. Say the past was just a dream, That love still lingers, unseen. Tell me lies, the soft and sweet, That sheโ€™s just out, weโ€™ll someday meet. Whisper low that timeโ€™s a joke, And death is just a word we spoke. Tell me lies, make them bold, That I was cherished, strong, and whole. That he was proud, that Iโ€™m enough, That I donโ€™t have to fake being tough. Tell me lies, then let me wake, To face the truth I bend but break. She is gone, and so is he, But love still echoes endlessly.
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Thank you for this means more than you know. Truly we can help each other out if there is any questions you have feel free to ask ๐Ÿ˜€
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Jason Strickland
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@jason-strickland-2187
Poet. Builder of quiet momentum. I write about discipline, loss, creation, and the work done without applause. Founder, The Art of Poetry Community.

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