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The Writing Thread V Yes I'm trying again <3

Well, if we're doing blue cheese, or cheesey blues, maybe it's time to play this one .....

"Pharmacy Fascist" by Julie Kirsty Louise Montoya

Way down at my local pharmacy
They got all manner o' meds
They got powders, pills and potions
For colds an' achin' heads
They got Benylin, Co-Codamol
And Kaolin Morphine Mix
And a mean old mama
Who won't let me get my fix

'Cause she's the
Pharmacy Fascist, oooh
Won't let me have none of that good stuff
Well she's the
Pharmacy Fascist, yeah
She says I'm sick, but I ain't quite sick enough​

I asked for Kaolin Morphine
To fix my belly-achin'
The Fascist says, don't serve that bitch!
She's obviously fakin'!
I asked for some Benylin
To fix my chesty cough
The Fascist says two words to me
And one of them was "Off"

'Cause she's the
Pharmacy Fascist, oooh
Won't let me have none of that good stuff
Well she's the
Pharmacy Fascist, yeah
She says I'm sick, but I ain't quite sick enough​

Gonna see a doctor, private
He'll write me a script for sure
Gonna go back to that pharmacy
And walk right through that door
I know they keep some bottles
On a high-up, secret shelf
That you simply cannot get
On the good old National Health

And then the
Pharmacy Fascist, oooh
Gonna have to give me that good stuff
Well she's the
Pharmacy Fascist, yeah
I'm gonna show her that I really am sick enough!​
 
Inner Battles (a loada bollox really)

two grear forces
Ones a winner the others' lost causes
When bad is embedded in good
When hate and love are amongst the blood

When anger turns to emptiness
Then calm is scattered like dust
With speeads the flames
Out cast the hurtful names

Yearning for acceptance yet are fighting
Yearning for the inclusion, always seeing an opposition sightibg
Wanting people near
And losing them I fear

Why is it always dark yet the lights on?
Why is it always quiet yet there's that peaceful song?
Why does the evil resist when the heart is full of generosity?
Why is it within the flames when there's an escapism key?

Evey 25 / 11 / 2015
 
Her name's Junk Jane,
She knows no pain,
She has no friends 'cause she's insane

She keeps her mind in a little bag,
Shoots her gear then smokes her fag,
Don't care about nothing 'cept getting more skag

Her sex life is a syringe and a spike,
You can talk to her as much as you like,
But she won't listen she's out of her brains,
Sitting in the kitchen digging for veins.
 
Looking back it seems so silly now,
All those days spent thinking only
"I need my fix, but dear God; how?!"

I've sold the shirt off my back,
My soul was not optional, but extra
I gave up so much, for what: Smack?!

Telling myself it won't happen to me,
I mean, really? C'mon, now,
How naive could I be?

Lying and stealing, how original,
Bonus points for your favourite line:
"I'm not an addict", and the drugs but medicinal

It's the same old story heard a thousand times,
Of lost love and lost life,
That voice whispering "just one more line"

Excuses are easy and appear from the Ether,
That timid young woman suffering?
Lend a hand, help her

She could end up like me,
Gear gone from her life, thinking only;
"Gee, really, how stupid could I be?!"

<3
 
Thankyou Evey for ressurrecting this thread!! It's is more than entertaining...great stuff, awesome peeks into the minds of us junkies, clean folks and all other like minded individuals!...Nice to see some folks who have managed to live the good life while retaining higher brain function! Darn it, I feel at home enough to post ;)


Run and hide, run and hide
stay fast the demons i hold deep inside
chaotic screams cut through my mind
an eternal void sounds horrid cries.
tread carefully upon these paths,
its a maze that's confused the devil's wrath
And you think your safe,
but you just can't see
there are no windows here.
An opium dream has undone her soul
with no repast lays to waste its toll
upon a heart, forever broken
shattered pieces all but lost, save one solitary token
its a hope so dim, so far away
chained up, guarded well and unspoken today.
Yet somewhere deep, where demons reside
burns a flame unseen to mortal eye
I feel its heat, but never for long
just another rig's dream, this sorrow filled song
and you think you're safe
but you'll still be blind
there are no windows here.
 
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SproutOnSmack said:
Looking back it seems so silly now,
All those days spent thinking only
"I need my fix, but dear God; how?!"

I've sold the shirt off my back,
My soul was not optional, but extra
I gave up so much, for what: Smack?!

Telling myself it won't happen to me,
I mean, really? C'mon, now,
How naive could I be?

Lying and stealing, how original,
Bonus points for your favourite line:
"I'm not an addict", and the drugs but medicinal

It's the same old story heard a thousand times,
Of lost love and lost life,
That voice whispering "just one more line"

Excuses are easy and appear from the Ether,
That timid young woman suffering?
Lend a hand, help her

She could end up like me,
Gear gone from her life, thinking only;
"Gee, really, how stupid could I be?!"

<3
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Lovely piece of writing x

Evey
 
Internally Broken

Nothing really matters
Because everything just scatters
What joy I find I will soon pay,
It's always taken away from me
Away from me

No matter how I try to belong
Soon an end will come to that song
Words gets bespoken
And I am once again broken
Once again broken

Every time I feel joy
Inside there's a loud oi
Won't last, it can never last
It will soon be past,
Soon be past

Every time I give my heart,
It was torn inpart
Pieces of me scattered on thr floor
You took my soul out the door
Took my soul out the door

Since my first breath I yearn for inclusion,
All I've ever felt is excusion
Al I ever wanted was to matter
But like egg i'm forgotten as I shatter,
Forgotten as I shatter

Evey 28/11/2015
 
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This world sn't for me
It hurts me so, can't you see?
Dagers into my chest
I cannot rest

This pain its torturous
It's destroying us
It's electrifying
between good n evil, aperfect swing

Stab me so
And then crow
As, across the foot the floor the blood spreads
You're taint so be quiet, take your meds

Use all the hate,
Oh little one, lie in wait
I'll feast on your paranoa
And watch you destroy yourslf with your inner warrior

Evey. 28/11/2015
 
Pierced by the Blade

Sitting here feeling cold
This stuff gets old
Feeling controlled
My heart, torn n sold

Cruelty is to fully trust
Used against you, your world's bust
Cruelty is to fully trust
Cast out my inner world you feel you must

Inside sits a naive child
At first your campaign is mild
Then your hatred becomes wild
Its working so you know you have my riled

You flatter me so
You let me trust slowly grow
You patiently let me sew.
You change n start to crow

I believed in you
To you I could I do,
Anything you had me, you knew
For are you really, who?

One is stabbed in the back
That's ok they're familiar with this attack
It's playing continually you see, the same track,
Waiting eagerly as one begins to crack

Do you realise this is wrong?
That one day you will sing this song?
Karma will one day will come along,
One day you will sing this song

The venom is so dark
As the soul is pieced the dart
Why this game, why did you start?
Please can you stop, please can we part?

(To be efited)

Evey 17/11/2015
 
So you's all fucked of my thread an took up Evey's instead - fair enough

Went to a GA meeting last night,
Bloody nightmare,
Sat beside a guy addicted to fruit machines
Kept nudging me all night
 
Knew a guy called Jeff,
We all knew a guy called Jeff,

He appeared on the scene and claimed it
We were tame.
Jeff had a beamer, 1210's, and mates in spiral tribe

We had soap maybe squidgy, shoplifted techno, and high tide
It was a fractured landscape.
Vigilant vigilantes played poker machines
Wait till they pair, pass it there

More cops per capita than any western nation
Stumbled once onto the muzzle of an SA80 stoned
Solider steps from a shelter and it jabbed my gut

waved on, raved on

Jeff knew about tweeters RMS LFO and HSS
What a way to go

Our bonfires had no historical significance
they existed in the now

Microdots asked the sparks to sign their name
above the treeline they obliged
Constellations merged with intent,
shafts of star light straight fell on those that night

I was 13, 33, 333, 23
The 4 stroke hummed to Stakker
I was scared. A Purple Donkey in a straw hat roamed free asking me how I was.

No downers in those days, those days.
Paste, Pills and Butane, stay up forever

Weekly word spread and Jeff played to hundreds
High up the mountain. A fractured landscape spread like a vista.
For some it was a costly escape

I endured a prevailing sense of schizophrenia for up to 6 months.
The media seemed to bulge with incomprehensible conspiracy
It simply bulged with car bombs and blood shed.

One mte couldn't shake it. lost 3 years being remindd of reality in an unlikely environment.

I became fascinated, sought dangerous types and folded up A4's
I believed I had a grip. I'd fold my conscious up in faith and fact, and let the universe collide with the bass.

We thought we were safe up there.
We were, for a long time, till murder.

Stone cold murder of a 16 year old, who happened to be my very best friend.
His face on the TV, carrying his coffin, an honour up a mile long hill lined with the abominated
Wrong religion, wrong place, wrong time, could of, would of been me but for whatever evil lurks

Everyone knew who did it. I was the last to see him - statements, Interviews, court dates
A formal farce. Everyone knew who did it.

They ran a run down garage 6 miles away - Jeff, a man of balls, idealism entered the shop.
Demanded to know the killers, was dragged outside and was beaten to a pulp

Gas canisters rained down on him till virtually every bone was broken.
When the incident was reported, the police arrested him for a pot plant.

I'm sure thats when it started - the music stopped, I had to run, Jeff tasted df's
and went to Holland,

I met 'him', with a needle hanging out his arm, ticking like a time bomb.

The situation descended - a lot of inexcusable things happened, I try best never to speak ill of those across the divide

But truth is sometimes necessary in the advent of awareness

He was homeless and I had a home and he came round.

I was drunk, no more, no less - but not immune to the scene of this man dropping his trousers an fixing one thigh with he H other speed -

he was gone. However before he went, he fixed me one, picked a vein, before he drew up I sent the spoon over

a raison d'etre lost to soft furnishings instinctively sparked a violence I never imagined. that only money would pacify. I did not ask for this

He reached his place, dropping cigs, I stayed up all night watching him

He passed over 11 months ago

RIP JM
RIP JS

No edit - that's all first draft.
 
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Sharapovafistpump said:
Knew a guy called Jeff,
We all knew a guy called Jeff,

He appeared on the scene and claimed it
We were tame.
Jeff had a beamer, 1210's, and mates in spiral tribe

We had soap maybe squidgy, shoplifted techno, and high tide
It was a fractured landscape.
Vigilant vigilantes played poker machines
Wait till they pair, pass it there

More cops per capita than any western nation
Stumbled once onto the muzzle of an SA80 stoned
Solider steps from a shelter and it jabbed my gut

waved on, raved on

Jeff knew about tweeters RMS LFO and HSS
What a way to go

Our bonfires had no historical significance
they existed in the now

Microdots asked the sparks to sign their name
above the treeline they obliged
Constellations merged with intent,
shafts of star light straight fell on those that night

I was 13, 33, 333, 23
The 4 stroke hummed to Stakker
I was scared. A Purple Donkey in a straw hat roamed free asking me how I was.

No downers in those days, those days.
Paste, Pills and Butane, stay up forever

Weekly word spread and Jeff played to hundreds
High up the mountain. A fractured landscape spread like a vista.
For some it was a costly escape

I endured a prevailing sense of schizophrenia for up to 6 months.
The media seemed to bulge with incomprehensible conspiracy
It simply bulged with car bombs and blood shed.

One mte couldn't shake it. lost 3 years being remindd of reality in an unlikely environment.

I became fascinated, sought dangerous types and folded up A4's
I believed I had a grip. I'd fold my conscious up in faith and fact, and let the universe collide with the bass.

We thought we were safe up there.
We were, for a long time, till murder.

Stone cold murder of a 16 year old, who happened to be my very best friend.
His face on the TV, carrying his coffin, an honour up a mile long hill lined with the abominated
Wrong religion, wrong place, wrong time, could of, would of been me but for whatever evil lurks

Everyone knew who did it. I was the last to see him - statements, Interviews, court dates
A formal farce. Everyone knew who did it.

They ran a run down garage 6 miles away - Jeff, a man of balls, idealism entered the shop.
Demanded to know the killers, was dragged outside and was beaten to a pulp

Gas canisters rained down on him till virtually every bone was broken.
When the incident was reported, the police arrested him for a pot plant.

I'm sure thats when it started - the music stopped, I had to run, Jeff tasted df's
and went to Holland,

I met 'him', with a needle hanging out his arm, ticking like a time bomb.

The situation descended - a lot of inexcusable things happened, I try best never to speak ill of those across the divide

But truth is sometimes necessary in the advent of awareness

He was homeless and I had a home and he came round.

I was drunk, no more, no less - but not immune to the scene of this man dropping his trousers an fixing one thigh with he H other speed -

he was gone. However before he went, he fixed me one, picked a vein, before he drew up I sent the spoon over

a raison d'etre lost to soft furnishings instinctively sparked a violence I never imagined. that only money would pacify. I did not ask for this

He reached his place, dropping cigs, I stayed up all night watching him

He passed over 11 months ago

RIP JM
RIP JS

No edit - that's all first draft.
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Awesome!
 
An Ancient evil...

Whispers of danger, a menace is growing
All hell is released, it’s face is now showing
An ancient evil , aroused from its slumber
Bringing chaos and pain, lightening and thunder
To wipe man of the earth, through torture and suffering
The satanic whisper has turned into muttering
An ancient language, forgotten by man
Details its plans and makes no demands
Strengthened by the evil man inflicts on each other
For 5,000 years the hate made it tougher
Until one day the rumbling was heard,
Then came the storm that enveloped the earth
A portal was opened to another dimension,
It entered straight through flanked by its henchman,
In the midst of a storm a baby was born,
He possessed the body and took physical form
To begin his reign on a throne of human misery
To destroy mankind and rewrite earthys history
It seemed hope was lost, but in the darkness was a faint light
A small group of humans, take up the fight
To banish this demon, and take back the planet
Bonded by hope and there resolve tough like granite
 
PROLOGUE

Holly Chambers was a precocious, spoiled little brat. She ate with her mouth open, she left lights on, and she interrupted people when they were trying to talk.

Or at least, that was Holly Chambers, up to and including the 5th April, 1983.

On the afternoon of Wednesday 6th April, 1983, Holly Chambers and her mother were walking along the main street through Emberstone. An ice cream van was parked across the road. Without warning, Holly dashed out into the road, towards the van. At exactly the same moment, a heavily-laden brewery lorry came over the rise. Even at just 25 miles an hour, the driver had no chance to stop.

Which is why, if anybody in Emberstone mentions Holly Chambers, they will refer to her as a little angel, always smiling, holding doors open, giving the teacher an apple.

It's also why nobody in Emberstone ever eats ice cream on a Wednesday.
 
Found a poem tonight that someone I love very much wrote - and who's no longer in a position to share it - I think he'd like me to share so why not.

"Prison Poem"

I wake up and stare out the bars of my cell
I hate it in here it's like the depths of hell
I think to myself am I an animal or a man?
Coz it's like a zoo being banged up in the can
Nothing in here comes for free
You've got grown men watching you pee
I wish I used to be able to see
How good it was to be fuckin free

I shower every night with my Steak knife
to stop you getting fucked. In here that's part of Life
No cunt likes being in The Jail
Got bent screws reading your mail
Caught wi a kilo The Judge gave me a ten
I hate being locked up wi these sub-human men

I wish I didn't have to deal
I wish my partner didn't have to squeal
Grassed me in like I was a piece of dirt
When I get out of here he's really gonna get hurt
I only dealt drugs to help feed ma weans
Would've went to college but didn't have the brains

You can make a deadly weapon wi a Toothbrush and a Razor Blade
But try and hide THAT up your ass in a Cell Raid
No cunt likes being banged up in the clink
But it can help you a lot if you use your time to think
If you can't read or write then focus on the weights
And before you fucking know it you'll be beyond these gates.
 
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Cheers Evey <3 just found it tonight when I was clearing stuff out. Don't even know why I have it but since it would be sitting there doing nothing and he used to use this site I thought may as well share it.

Still to have a proper read through the thread. I've always envied those who have a way with words. I think that's a weakness of mine.

(PM'd u Evey in reply to ur question below)
 
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