Never been addicted
though several times tempted
I can drink your ass under the table
we can roll on ecstasy clouds
pop percs through drunken shrouds
we will party until we are no longer able
weak kneed, wide eyed I feel the loss of control
and I swear I won't ever do this again
but then months go by and I miss the high
and my boycotts come to an end
I've never been addicted
it's not an escape
just my legacy is a deep part of me
though today I feel grown
like my oates have been sown
I feel like I might actually be free
I gaze at my past
and it truly was a blast
and maybe that was it for me
no more drinkin'
rollin'
puffin' or passin'
no more percs, oxy's
or whipit laughin'
no more trippin' watchin' as the
trails flood the sky
never been addicted
convicted
or conflicted
but I have been tempted
I'll grow up one day
and find safer ways to play
and hopefully boredom won't lead me astray...
JayLynn
Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved
Author notes
I party. I haven't really done much in awhile. I feel like I have grown out of it. Then sometimes I miss it and try to throw myself back into the middle of it. I have never been addicted to anything, thankfully. There was a point when I tried to make myself become addicted but then I would get bored and just stop. No qualms. No if, ands or buts. I think I should thank my father for that. I have all of his weaknesses but daily the battle not to give in to them makes it easier not to fall prey to any substance addiction...
Written March 26th, 2004
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A contest entry
- Drug Addiction by isa.
300 points, ended April 13, 2004, 35 entries
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This is good..I like the message it gets here! Party Hard! LOL I have had to get over an addiction recently..I dont think I am over it yet but I am on muh way! lol but like you said in this i do "miss the high" lol great job!
-Casey
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Thank you so much for entering my contest. I really love your poem. I can somwhat relate to what you say in your poem...and your comment. about change that is. I had to recently make a lifestyle change as well as get over an addiction. Its a hard thing to do. good luck with the poem. thanks again
-Isa -
I have never been one to call drugs "bad." I personally think that drugs and using them are a choice. I believe addiction and the things it causes some one to do is bad. If you are making a conscious decision that it is what you need/want to do in order to survive and you are aware of the possible pitfalls and possible subsequent addictions who am I to say that your choice is "bad." That word is relative. Like I made the conscious decision when I first started partying that no matter what there were certain things I would never try or do just because of the effect I saw them have on my father and my life and people around me. We all make our decisions and we all choose our courses. My poem came at a time when I feel like my course is changing though sometimes I still get caught up in how it used to be. Change has always been hard for me so even as I feel as though I am moving to the next phase of my life I have a death grip hold on the last phase.
PS
to go back and contradict everything I just said slightly or to offer and amendment I shall say. 1. I don't believe usage to self medicate is a good thing it's usually the pathway to addiction so if possible you may want to find alternative help for your depression and make the drugs a secondary instead of a primary focus. (that was me on the soap box sorry). 2. I can not stand the idea of children on drugs. By that I mean party drugs or legalized drugs like rittalin. It is over prescribed by a system that over diagnoses ADHD and other disorders. But then I am against the use of daily mood stabilizers in general so maybe I am biased.
In any case thank you for your comment and the read. Be careful in your pursuit of happiness and friends. Some friends come disguised in deceptive clothing...
~JayLynn
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I sorrowfully have been addicted before. I lost alot of weight a few years back, doing ungodly amounts of coccaine. I felt good afterwards, because I looked so damn good... but I was sad that it had come to that. Then I meet my wife. I stopped doing drugs for her. To be with her. Then after she left me after almost three years of marriage, I return to my old habits. Living in the hood with my old friends, and drugs is all there is here. Maybe one day I shall escape. But until then... all I have are the drugs. Weed, oxy's, coccaine, acid, shrroms, peyote, ecstasy, pills, booze. All my best friends right now. They keep me from going truely insane. If I hadn't gone back to them, I wouldn't be here to make this comment. I know that drugs are "bad". But to me... they have been a worth while medicine for my depression. That's funny. A depressant to keep my depression in check. Like when they give ridaline to kids with ADHA. Hehe. Nice poem, and wish you luck in the contest.
Peter/Pedro
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