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Part 1, Option #1 Drugs:
Crack is a habit thats so hard to break,
one hit, your hooked, your life it will take.
Addicted at once, I didn't stand a chance,
a euphoric feeling, made my heart dance.
Quickly it grew to monstrous proportions,
putting my life through hellish contortions.
Tweeking on the floor, looking for crumbs,
I look back on it now, I feel so Dumb.
Peeking out windows, lookin for the Cops,
paranoia taking over, Oh God, it didn't stop.
Walking for miles to just get a hit,
never once thinking to try and quit.
It ruined my life, cost me my wife,
nothing but anger, nothing but strife.
God stepped into my life, one New Years Eve,
got hit by a car, God's will I believe.
When I woke up, I don't know how long I was out,
a pain in my back made me scream and shout.
Road rash, scrapes, over my arms, back, face,
I started limping home, feeling disgrace.
What was left of my bike, I drug right along,
the shock I was in, feeling pain did prolong.
Once it wore off, the shock that is,
ankle started hurting, I thought what gives?
I sat down to look at it, it was triple it's size,
broken I thought, earlier I didn't realize.
This Drug will kill you, of that have no doubt,
Today I praise God, It's what my Life's all about.
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Part 2, Option #3 Jail:
Well you probably read part one, so here is the end,
of the trials and tribulations of Me, this isn't pretend.
Got over Crack in 1990, this is 2004,
my problem was, I didn't shut the door.
All drugs except pot were out of my life,
the problem being I made Alcohol my wife.
One addiction for another, it was taking it's toll,
drunk all the time, even when I was on a roll.
Driving drunk wasn't a problem for me,
I did it really well as you will soon see.
I kept an Ice chest full in my van all the time,
Drinking and Driving, it's OK, I'm (burp) fine.
I was driving home from a company softball game,
ran out of gas on the freeway (damn that was lame).
Was putting gas back in it, when the Highway rolled up,
staggering, slurring, I'd had more than a cup.
Didn't pass the sobriety test that's for sure,
the booking, the pictures, all a blur.
By the time I got to the cell, I was semi-sober,
that was in March, got clean in October.
The people in this cell, bangers and worse for real,
soon taught me that Jail is a really big deal.
They took my food, any clothes that they wanted,
I just sat in the corner, my eyes gone all haunted.
I'm a skinny white boy from the city you see,
this Jail place is nowhere for me to be.
They threatened me, pushed me, I didn't dare fight,
would have raped me for sure in the middle of the night.
Thank God I got out before they took me upstairs,
Heed my story don't be caught unawares.
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If You think you might have a problem with Alcohol or Drugs, you probably do.
Call your local AA/NA office and find a meeting near you.
Go find out for yourself, nobody else can tell you.
Don't look for the differences in my story, look for the similarities.
Hi, I'm Scott and I'm an Alcoholic/Addict.
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Author notes
I am an Alcoholic/Addict. I write these experiences so that maybe, just maybe, somebody out there will learn from them. Options #1 & #3
A contest entry
- For The Love of Rhyme! by yellowrose190.
350 points, ended May 31, 2007, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Out of the Tomb Rising from Addiction Group Contest by aslanlight.
640 points, ended June 18, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - drinking and driving by Sachiro k-Saruto.
300 points, ended December 18, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yo, I so get this cause I lived it. Unfortunately I thought your rhymes were predictable. writing about your experiance in free verse may serve you well/ Thanks for entering.
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I have probably written 20 of them in free verse,
I dont do free verse well, 
I have a condition, addiction, and dammit if I didnt get addicted to rhyming and Sonnets. When I need an addiction poem, this is the only one I can remember the name to. 
Too many drugs over my lifetime. 
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Jail is no tomb for crime, it is its cradle. The system needs crime, insecurity and all sorts of disorder to be able to continue to maintain its most profitable sources of income: drugs and alcohol. Go figure, the tax revenues never match the national budgets - every government of this world is its country's biggest drug dealer. It is why the conspiracy of western nations is in Afghanistan in an attempt to wipe away the Taliban who burnt the poppy fields for religious reasons. Their mission cut the nations' black budgets by 300 billion per year. http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Evils%20in%20Government/War%20on%20Drugs%20Scam/there_is_no_war_on_drugs.htm
Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
Chris
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jail sucks... i have a friend who is completely innocent and is in a jail worse than prison, which is shit... sorry. I'm glad that God saved you from your pain. Keep on truckin'.
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A very powerful piece of truth here! I am a recovering alcoholic/addict as well so I relate all to well. I am sure this helped many who read and served as a reminder to me as well!
Blessings and best wishes,
Frogz~
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hey thanks
thanks for entering my contest....so far it looks as though you are the only entry!!!
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I am very proud of you. This addiction is one of the hardest to overcome.Wanna talk about giving your soul to the devil. I have been there and done that. This is truly a miracle to walk away from and stay away.My hat is off to you and may many be inspired from this.
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i dont believe in the AA/NA or the 12 freakin steps.. but i'm glad it works for you.. i guess i'll have to keep groping..
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When you are truly ready, then and only then will the 12 steps work for you, until then all I can do is plant the seed of recovery. God Bless you...Scott
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Wow! Most comments touch on all of it, but I can at least applaud your powerful write. Thank you for writing this! I am sure many are listening that you don't even know about!
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Yes...Been here done that.
Right now i cant even think right to
comment. So i say, the rest said it
best. great job.
Tory
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Hi Scott,
My name is Renee I am an addict in recovery. Been clean and serene for eleven years. My clean date is June 1, 1996. It took my father's death in February of that same year for me to ask God to turn my life around. I surrendered all after spending my entire income tax check on crack Memorial Day weekend. I was a functional addict for many years using alcohol, weed, pills, whatever I could find. Then, I met the ultimate drug...crack cocaine. It only took two years of using that monster to nearly finish me off.
Your poetry makes me haunted. I actually cried after reading this. Bravo! You know that we have to "give it away to keep it". If you didn't help anyone tonight, you helped me. Better get my ass to a meeting. I haven't been to one in three weeks. No...I am not comfortable for I know that addiction is a cunning disease. Thank you for this! I'm off to bed now. There is a 10:00 AM meeting I can attend tomorrow morning.
Blessings & Love ♥
Renee
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Wonderful
Wow! What a powerful write. No wonder it has some shinies!
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I'm Michelle, I'm an alcoholic/addict.
Thanks for shareing. Keep comming back.
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So beautiful. This is an inspiration, and though I can't say I have ever had these problems myself, I can now understand a little more why others do, and maybe now I might feel like I can help. An inspirational piece with rhythm and rhyme to fit the mastery. Gorgeous... I love it.
Thank you for the entry, good luck!
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best line hands down is "Quickly it grew to monstrous proportions,
putting my life through hellish contortions." i love this, rhyme works so well it jsut..fits..other places i'm not so sure bout your rhymes....some lines it seems they're only in it to serve the rhyme pattern...soem are awkward ("Crack is a habit thats so hard to break,
one hit and your hooked your life it will take."- made me wince which is a shame cause its the very first line...) the seconbds half was so much smoother....liked that very much
i can't fault your message and you do get it across well but i think by tightening up some clumsy lines you could make this so good! thank you for wrting it though, more people should be doing this, finding alternate ways to get the same messag out there...it stories liek this do need to be told
take care hun sorry for filnig your comments box with my drivel! xxxxx
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This is a really powerful write; it certainly makes the reader sit up and pay attention. I relate to giving up alcohol but still using drugs then giving up drugs but still drinking. Swapping one addiction for another doesn't work for us addicts! I don't even smoke pot anymore and I won't take any mind altering substances from the doctor. A clean head's awesome! I really appreciate this entry!
Peace
Georgia
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wow. This poem was so amazing. It really blew me away how good it was, and especially that it was a rhyming poem. I hope that you will get clean from drugs and alcohol soon. cuz i would not want you to dies, because then you wouldnt be able to write these fantastic poem for us . You are so talented at writing poetry, please never let it go to waste, and dont ever let your life go to waste either. great write. xo
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Thank God I got out before they took me upstairs,
Heed my story don't be caught unawares
are two of my favorite lines,
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I extremely appreciate your entry. It's beautiful because I myself can relate, with drugs and what not. And your hopes that by anyone reading this they will learn, i believe they will, so thank you for this piece. And for entering the contest. much luck to you!! take care
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Oh scott, this is such an insightful, in depth soulful gut wrenching story (of my life too especially option 1) ty do much for sharing...Thank God loves us and showers us with his grace....
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Excellent
Thank you for sharing this Scott. Recovery is such a miracle. God is good.
Hugs
- joanne
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Hi, Scott
I was married to an abusive addict, his drugs destroyed my life. I went to jail because I took the fall for his drugs - that was my addiction, him. But addictions can be broken and I also recovered from mine. I am a shy and timid person and jail can be hell. They kept in my room for my safety. When some bull dyke says, "Gonna eat that bread?" You better say no - no you take it...
What does not kill us makes us strong. I am so happy for you for your progress, I admire that. Wonderful poetry and wonderful honesty.
Wolfie
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One of the things that I have always admired about poetic form is its ability to release, from within, our greater demons... to examine and, eventually, come to understand.
Your tale seems a semi-popular theme today... and for that I am thankful (odd, I know). For imaginative people expression is an important part of the recovery process... not glean sympathy from the reading audience, or even dissuade others from taking the same path, but rather to excise, like a cancer, the very void itself you've tried so hard to fill.
From a poetic critique stance, your poem is a basic tribute to your emotion and I can find no flaw in your choice of format. I am not concerned with the abundance of equivalent sentiment available on this site alone. What holds you back instead, is almost a question of evolution within the life course. This is something that you are still battling.. and, if my understanding of addiction is correct, may still be for many, many years to come.
For the reason that we are almost never triumphant (or rather that every day is a new triumph) I would suggest that you consider a different piece to enter into this contest. What you find inside you may be all the greater if you set aside, just for the moment, this chronic condition.
Thank you for your entry.
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Beautifully written. you are certainly a finalist. I went thought the same addiction. and the fight is not over yet. And yeah NA is a very helpful group. I'm going right now.
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First I have to applaud your courage for telling such truths in this write [so many people hide from the truth]. Then I must congratulate you for the hard work it had to take to get sober and I hope it will remain this way. Fortunately I personally have been spared the curse of addiction , but my father was an alcoholic [recovering] then committed suicide with an overdose of prescription anti-depressants. So I have walked along side of addiction and it was not an easy road for a child , nor was it later when I was an adult [I was by the time he committed suicide]. I wish you the very best and maybe this write will only save one person , but it will be by and through you,
reenie
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