We met by chance and everyone warned me that you were no good.
But, I had a different opinion...I liked you,
I mean I really liked you.
I just felt that you were all too often misunderstood.
You were my sweet secret, one that I must keep hidden.
For I had heard that the dragon was evil;
but it was too late...
For alone in the dark, behind closed doors,
I had already been bitten.
But, alas, my dear friend, they sent you away.
And though it's been months now...
I still think of you each and every day.
The way your sweet smoke filled my lungs
freed my thinking and made all the wrongs in my life
come undone.
Always fighting, yelling, screaming, going completely numb.
Crawling around scooping up any leftover crystals off the floor,
unable to stand up, killer headaches, puking in the trashcan by the bed and yet I
needed more and more.
All it took was just that one tiny taste and I was hooked...I mean, I had it real bad.
I was a bitch without it, begged for it, cried, did so much I almost od'd one night.
Yet, somewhere lost in the me that had become such a mess were some of the best
experiences I've ever had.
And, some days if I had to choose, I would give up my last dime.
For one more hit, inhaling deep, one more taste of your sweetness.
One more chance to escape this world,
to float away just one last time.
But, I had a different opinion...I liked you,
I mean I really liked you.
I just felt that you were all too often misunderstood.
You were my sweet secret, one that I must keep hidden.
For I had heard that the dragon was evil;
but it was too late...
For alone in the dark, behind closed doors,
I had already been bitten.
But, alas, my dear friend, they sent you away.
And though it's been months now...
I still think of you each and every day.
The way your sweet smoke filled my lungs
freed my thinking and made all the wrongs in my life
come undone.
Always fighting, yelling, screaming, going completely numb.
Crawling around scooping up any leftover crystals off the floor,
unable to stand up, killer headaches, puking in the trashcan by the bed and yet I
needed more and more.
All it took was just that one tiny taste and I was hooked...I mean, I had it real bad.
I was a bitch without it, begged for it, cried, did so much I almost od'd one night.
Yet, somewhere lost in the me that had become such a mess were some of the best
experiences I've ever had.
And, some days if I had to choose, I would give up my last dime.
For one more hit, inhaling deep, one more taste of your sweetness.
One more chance to escape this world,
to float away just one last time.
Author notes
I really went through this time in my life and sometimes when things get really bad, for a brief moment, part of me wants to do it all over again. But, I made a promise to myself that the last time was the last time and I haven't touched it again.
A contest entry
- [ & Swallow those colours like expensive liquor ] by forbidden-colour.
300 points, ended October 18, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Drug Addiction by celadia.
900 points, ended November 11, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Ribbons and Bows by FancyMeDead.
700 points, ended July 23, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very nice
I have seen this dragon and lucky for me...I had a stone and a sling! I no longer call it my friend. I don't go where it has been or where it will be. I don't want it to ever think it has a chance with me.
Sad story too often told! Great job and congrats on the trophy! Bubba

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Awesome muse here
You penned this very well I enjoyed it very much

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At first I thought you were talking about a man but now I know it's a drug, that is very fantastic and original. i like your treatment of the subject, thanks for entering my contest.
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original poem, brilliantly written
i also love the title -
THIS SOUNDS SO SWEET!!!!
There is an old adage, don't ever judge a book by its cover!
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THIS POEM COULD BE TAKEN IN ALOT OF DIFFERENT WAYS
AND I LIKED THE TITLE VERY MUCH
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I liked the poem as I love dragons. The love of dragon is very imaginative for dragons have feeling too and are not all bad..Some are magical


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Beautiful

Really, and sad.
I'm sorry, I know what it's like to long for someone badly.
Thank you for entering.
x
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um wow....... i know exactly... but not the drugs...... its kind a more like crimson dragon
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Doesn't take much, does it? Wasn't the white dragon for me, but something similar, and one date with that one...I was done. Took me a long time to let go of those memories..fortunately I made it though
Happy to hear you did, too.
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addiction is what i feel
this poem is about.
soberty is what i sugest
and a good sponsor
and support group
i hope you make it
and stay clean
remember halt .
i did it so can you
remember you lift god he carried you
through all this
because your still alive
and so are all the recovering addicts
good luck and bless you
if this poem is about you.


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This is a very beautyful piece.
My bets lines were -
We met by chance and everyone warned me that you were no good.
But, I had a different opinion...I liked you,
It was your title that brought me to click on this piece of poetry, but the words you wrote that made me read right down to the last letter.
It's a wounderful piece i really like, so thank you very much for bring this piece of work to AP.
Keep up the amazing poetry you write.
Good luck for the future and good bye.

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