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The Rush






My heartbeat comes

in cocaine para-diddles -

I am drilled back

into my addiction

by each familiar scent

and sometimes I dream

the rush of blood

pulses through me,

the taste of that old black magic

explodes in my lungs,

pores bloom,

sweat-soaked

thumps -

kick-bass booms

inside my full-body shudder

and I can almost forget:


I am free now -

no more dicksuck crack hell

on my hands and knees

with a bare light bulb

looking for

just

one

more

rock.


I'm not a hero

for putting it behind me -

I'm afraid to die

alone

and no room is emptier

than the tunnel

of smoke.




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Written October 5th, 2006

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  • SimpleSarcasm
    October 10, 2007
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    Excellent

    Love the voice of this piece


  • Cherokee
    October 9, 2007
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    I freakin' love para-diddles. Are you a drummer?


    • S A Adelmann
      October 10, 2007
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      One of my best friends was a drummer - it is a great word, I think.

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    October 9, 2007

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    Your first few lines immediately had me. I don't ever remember this one, it must have slipped through my cracks.

    What I love about you is your ability to balance imagery and emotion and not make it seem like that balancing act.

    This is excellent.


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    October 10, 2006
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    Nice write Scott, I can relate a bit too much to this one, nice...


    al


  • Annalise
    October 9, 2006
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    mmmmmm... cocaine. Ok. I'm sorry. I'll try to get back on track. Oh... to be young and stupid again. Wait. I am young. And stupid. Hell, what happened?

    LOL Excuse me. Too much work, not enough coffee.

    (Disclaimer: I was never a crack whore. No really, I wasn't.)

    Well, I liked it.




  • voices
    October 9, 2006
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    yes, I havnt had this crutch but have had some friends crumble into smaller pieces than those they scoured the carpet for.
    I got into the rhythm of the first stanza, but then the rhythm fell off as the reality of the final two stanzas kicked in. kinda like the coke I snorted when I was in my 20s.

    Edited on Oct 09, 5:30 p.m. because ''.

  • future mistakes
    October 9, 2006
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    Superb

    This is one powerfull poem. You are so open and honest, the imagery in your poem really gives you a picture of what times were once like for you, great poem and good luck with staying off it


  • Katie-Marie
    October 7, 2006
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    Amazing Scott.

  • grm
    October 7, 2006
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    i don't really like the font used, but this is some pretty powerful writing.
    thankz for entering.


  • NurseChilly gold member
    October 7, 2006
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    you won me back with this one Scott... bloody marvelous

    I'm an addict for addictive writes.... it's in my blood

    well done.. a strong contender for me.. (only one of 5 though)


  • NoUseForAName
    October 6, 2006
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    Very rarely do I have a critique for your poems. This is absolutely beautiful. God damn, man. You've got a way with words. Keep penning. heh.


  • poetryality silver member
    October 6, 2006
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    This one is for the bookmarks Scott. I know these places, felt every single word. Damn if I can't remember searching on the floor for the possibility of dropping a speck. And I do agree;

    "I'm not a hero
    for putting it behind me -
    I'm afraid to die
    alone
    and no room is emptier
    than the tunnel
    of smoke."

    You got it baby. I too am afraid to die, especially with a pipe in one hand and death in the other. I am sitting here shaking my head right now. What a (excuse the expression) fucking haunt. Don't need to go back there and just for today I won't. I thank God for taking that crazy-ass desire away from me.

    Ouch! This bites!

    I wish you the best in this challenge. Although I say this is a winner in my bookmark anyway. LOL


    Much Love & Many Blessings ♥

    Renee




    Edited on Oct 06, 7:47 p.m. because ''.


  • Touchof1der silver member
    October 6, 2006
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    Even though the thoughts expressed here do not necessarily mirror my own... I can appreciate the creative way in which you have chosen to make use of your words and imagery to convey a message. It is always a treat for me to read what flows from your pen. More often than not, your words afford me the pleasure of allowing my mind to drift in several different directions and for me personally, that's what good poetry is all about. Great job Scott!
    ♥ Touchof1der


  • Night Hope gold member
    October 6, 2006
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    "I'm not a hero
    for putting it behind me -
    I'm afraid to die
    alone
    and no room is emptier
    than the tunnel
    of smoke."

    I gotta (slightly) disagree with ya, Scott...Anyone who kicks any addiction is one strong, brave & hardy Soul that deserves & receives my admiration. I've seen a lot of fine people go down over the years from various addictions; it ain't a pretty sight. Some have died alone. Some because they ran off anyone that cared about 'em. It's an insidious deception; it starts out makin' ya "feel better", then ends up ruining your life & ultimately, shortening it or flat-out ending it. A grand penning, my Friend. One that, I fear, too many can relate to. Good luck in the contest, Scribe. Wanda

  • acytra
    October 6, 2006
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    You got it!!! How incredible of a poem....how real and I relate totally. congrats!!!! and best of luck and may God hold you close. Wow!! incredible.

  • ocerus
    October 6, 2006
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    Very good, Scott! You've written some good ones, but many of them, I felt, kind of hinted at what you wanted to say a bit too much. This one was simply superb. Bravo! - oce


  • Biciaksr
    October 5, 2006
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    wow, very interesting n powerful...serves to show the negative reality of the world of drugs n all it comes with n conveys the truth that the end for such a life is usually one of loneliness - awesome

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