Tripled in number, they are popping up again. In July, their waxed trumpets pure white, In bright green skins, and lilies bloomed The earth remained bare, rhizomes shrunkenīelow the frost line. The cancer in my tongue a sprawling mass. Knowing they would not bloom for another year.Īll summer, the stalks stood like ramshackle posts The trumpets were wilted, plants crooked with rootsīound in pots. Like a white-hot pyre through your star-spangled eyesĪnd understand that love is the only thing to ever hold onto The Lilies by Karenne Wood Until then, use it all to propel you forward One day, you will kiss away your hurt… gently, and with grace One day, you will be grateful for the deepest cuts of painĪnd see a stronger person through your reflection You don’t have to be perfect And it doesn’t matter if you are smart Just open your eyes and open your heart. You are enough to make it Through anything. I don’t give in, I believe and have faith. Unless there’s something you’ve tried to quit. No matter my struggles And I have many struggles I know I’ll be OK. It will keep you busy both day and night įor the toughest kind of a game you’ll findĪnd you never will know what is meant by grit Just pick out a joy that you like, and quit. Is the stuff you need when you’re all alone.Ĭan you turn from joys that you like a lot? In the face of a fight there’s a chance to win, You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,Īnd then, when tempted and sorely swayed,ĭon’t boast of your grit till you’ve tried it out, If you shine in their eyes… On Quitting by EDGAR ALBERT GUESTĬan you quit a thing that you like a lot? “One small crack does not mean that you are broken, it means that you were put to the test and you didn’t fall apart.” – Linda Poindexter To apologize sincerely, sorry poems can help you. set you still and lay you down sink my teeth into your throat and take what is pure your legs on my shoulders let me drown in you the way you live needs love the way I love needs alterations submerging ourselves in broken dreams and empty vows lets fuck until our heart drops gasp until our heart stops choke on our words praise fake lords pursue. it was jus really good great write, keep it up n good luck with everythign XoXo NJ. NjBaBii0584 - aww this is really cute n sweet you did a great job on this poem. that they can relate to the very depths and aspect of the piece in a way that means they ttruly feel the tone of the poem. Published at the webs largest poetry site. Out of all the drugs, we have in this world, your the one that I endure to hold. You are my addiction Despite what youve heard All of my devotion. I carved you into my skin / Saw your face in the blood / Watched you glide gracefully / Yo. With that in mind, here are some words for those in recovery, each designed to shine a little light when things look dark.Īddiction also not only hurts you, but also hurts the people you love and care. You are my addiction, Well,you are my love For without you I get desperate, and long for your hug. Sometimes you could use a few encouraging words to remind you that you’re not in this alone and that, yes, change really is possible. If you’re struggling to overcome an addiction, no one needs to tell you it’s tough – you’re living it. Poetry can contain a message of hope and convey emotions or ideas in new ways. It can motivate you toward action and get help for your addiction. When you are battling a drug addiction, poems can help keep you focused and on track with recovery. Addiction leads to broken hearts and your to good to have your heart broken over a silly little boy who doesn't know anything.Often, poems and inspirational sayings can help lift spirits and focus on the important things in life. "I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me" (sorry had to qoute Marilyn Manson) and this piece of art made me think of that song.Īnd if you really are in this relationship, I say get out. Now its been 120 days and you dont miss me at all i miss you more than ever and it breaks my heart you were my drug and i was addicted i know my addiction. I love the sick love not in this, almost saying like I hate what I'm in but I'm addictied to my drugs. I don't know, that's just the emotion this poem made me feel while reading it and what I got from your beautifully weaved words. I loved the feeling of disjointedness and being dependent on someone, it created this dripping feeling of worthlessness. The very core of love and this relationship seemed to be already rotten from the start and has now seeped to the surface. How you found ways to relate it to drugs and complete desruction. I loved how you transformed the thought of love into addiction. Bird-mad girl - Okay, I said that I wasn't going to read any pieces BUT because I love you and your work and promised to comment on this one (and I will the others) I shall read and comment
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