A Poem I Wrote Spun Out..

Bury itself deep in my facile soul,
Prevailing, claiming me.
Discovering my underbelly, my Achilles Heel.
Merely one more?
Dishonest – to oneself.
All that really matters is that swirl, the blow, fulfilling the promise.
For the day you took our very first hit, you sold everything away. You are no longer you.
A shadow, of one that existed before.
You become somebody whom you never believed existed.
Where are you now?
Your recollection fails you, cannot recall.
The shadows will haunt you, like a crystalline knife.
Cuts into your soul, leaving you numb.
At first you will consider it rightfully gone.
Then – you will yearn for it. Your splendour, and poise.
If you outrun it, fragments of you return, bit by bit.
I cannot liberate.
Breathe, for I in no way did.


Not the best I have done but all I could find on the hard drive, wanted to share something..

I am still using. This seems hopeless.

 

It's not hopeless. You were able to stay clean for a good stretch, and you know what to expect for the next time you try. Have you given some thought as to when you'll try again?

I know that I say this a lot, but perhaps try tapering your dose next time. I don't know what your favourite route of admin is, but if you take it orally it will last longer and have a smoother comedown. Maybe start by switching to oral administration, get used to that, and then start tapering?

I dunno. I'm full of advice, but I've never been in your shoes, so listen to yourself. Just don't give up hope.

Take care.

 

*sigh*


hey you

there is a silver crystal,
not un- like a silver bullet

to penetrate and exit I,
a white light refracted out to be
the spectrum- split into bits and pieces

kalidescope like

over all of the inner darkness of a white box

with a single blind drawn down to shadow the room

all of this, I mind you is
the most between the darkness of a me

within

and the sun blazing mourning high

and now also rising






http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=18411

 

/much love to you babe