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MY KRYPTONITE

I ...ing hate you you stripped everything from me every little ...ing reason i had to wake up in the morning you left me cold and alone shivering and sweating on the floor of an empty apartment i feel like you pored gasoline all over my body and now your standing over me just watching me watch you stand there with a match in your hand and a ...ty grin on your face while you watch my whole world burn till its nothing but a single ash floating through the empty space between nothing and nowhere being propelled by the heat off the never ending flames of my addiction MY KRYPTONITE...Your a mold growing on the windows of my soul blacking out everything that could possibly light my way through this sick and twisted cesspool of stagnant memories and depression filled maze called life you are my demise my incurable cancer my judge jury and executioner my shackles my straitjacket my gun with one bullet you are the reason im just a corps of the innocent child i use to be you are my addiction you are MY KRYPTONITE!!!!

-- Contributed by: jason kehres

You Came Walking In

Id like to thank you for your support, for being a true friend. In times of challenge as others walked out, you came walking in.

You shared with me how youve overcome, how you have been set free, how by meeting challenges one by one you now live with sobriety.

You didnt preach, but said within my reach I too could be set free. To many friends, Ive made amends since you shared those words with me.

No longer caught in shadow cast its a better life I share. Your lessons taught as years have past, truly prove how much you care.

-- Contributed by: John S. Caswell

The newcomer headed back from a long ways out He could barely hear the voices call The ones that said, "Keep coming back" Whenever he'd stumble and fall The road underfoot had jagged rocks That bruised his injured feet And slippery places where he'd slide on back When he struggled not to retreat But those voices kept calling to him From oh so far away Whenever he resolved to get high no more They told him, "just for today. Don't try to carry the weeks or months Or to grasp the oncoming years You'll only add to your sorrow and pain Shed the sorrow and find joy in your tears." So, he finally surrendered And gave up the fight As he turned to a higher power And God helped him find the light. Suddenly far away existed no more They were walking along by his side As they asked him to remind them How bad it had been And he knew he need no longer hide The secrets that lurked like a vampire dark In the shadows of his mind So he let in the light that burned them away And left their ashes behind.

-- Contributed by: Peter

DEMON Send Me the Wind Send me the rainSend me a Storm as I stand

Ready to face my demon my greatest enemy-
Ready
Like that the race I ran when I was ejaculated
From my fathers penis-- swimming in semen-

A million man March-A race for life

A race that I won
And I
Penetrated the membrane and became life
Begun
As a blood clot protected in a cocoon a womb

Osmosis Giving light to my mothers uterus didnt become apart of life to regress

So I stand here ready to face my enemy My Demon
High upon this proverbial ledge

The fight of my life

To have Peace I have to give up the fight

Still I am Lost To have Peace of mind I have to give up the fight with my thoughts

Racing debating consciously complicating what is easy
My will my way my journey cut short interrupted by the corrupt
Manifestation of my dis-ease.
in my box that sits on this proverbial ledge I wait.
My Demon lurking twisting and jerking working
To destroy the very thing that it is
Trying to destroy the essence of its own being 
to reject the possibility of progress creating a fantasy on non exist 
Putting out my fire for life

A rebel

Cause a Demon is most comfortable in Hell
Its like I am in a conjured spell. Like a mental prison cell.. 
Still looking toward a light waiting for the rain to fall
hoping that someone one reach out to save me embrace me surround me and teach me how to look my demon in the eye no longer intimidated no longer subconsciously debating masquerading
So I start praying

Stirring ancient spirits from the Tomb of Nefertiti Somewhere lost

Between the Sahara and the Serengeti
Between Hitler and Farrakhan

Between California and Sudan Between Adam and the Atom bomb Between Turmoil and Calm Between Christianity and A Islam Between Life and Babylon Between reality and fantasy the now and my destiny Between the alpha and the omega THE GREAT MYSTERY MISERY MAKING ME FACE MY FEAR MY DISEASE Send Me the Wind Send me the rainSend me a Storm as I stand On this proverbial ledge Mirrored For the Demon

My Greatest Enemy

IS ME

-- Contributed by: Penny C. Tampa, Florida

Help,

You need medical help. Please go to a doctor or to the Emergency Room to start the ball rolling.

Jodee Redmond LoveToKnow Editor

-- Contributed by: JC Redmond

i cant stop and im going to die soon i can barley walk

-- Contributed by: help me

Rebecca,

The decision to make positive changes ultimately rests with your boyfriend. He is the one who needs to take responsibility for his actions.

Jodee Redmond LoveToKnow Editor

-- Contributed by: JC Redmond

i really hope that the poetry helps my boyfriend is 19 he's in jail for abuseing drugs and stealing. all the drugs he was on made him do stuped things

-- Contributed by: rebecca

Bowl of Sorrow

Going through another night You refuse to see the light Youre a tragedy from Greece Living without any peace Eating from a bowl of sorrow Passing out until tomorrow Nightmares banging on the door Waking on your bedroom floor Thoughts are flying in the air Healing is a sudden scare Straight is not a pleasant sound You love spinning round and round Your oblivion is true Death is on its way to you

Bed of Lies

Another one of those days You wake up in a haze Still weakened from its touch Dependent like a crutch You run to find a map But its a booby trap Dropping to an empty ground No one's there to hear the sound Lying in a bed of lies Then you open up your eyes How are you to survive today When youve lost all yesterday Will you ever get away From this game you love to play

-- Contributed by: moosemoosepublishing@gmail.com

Annabelle,

I am sorry to hear about your uncle. No one starts using drugs or alcohol with the intention of deliberately becoming addicted. They start to deal with stress, to feel better, or to self-medicate to deal with symptoms of psychological disorders.

Jodee Redmond LoveToKnow Editor

-- Contributed by: JC Redmond

My uncle was recently rushed 2 the hospital while lying on the floor @ his house... He was internally bleeding from his liver, which is pretty much DESTROYED. Doctors have showed test results that don't look good, he will probably not live another 2 years, or mayb even 1. :( All of this has been going on for about 3 years. It's been a constant, painful battle. It's all because of ALCOHOL ABUSE and DRUG ADDICTION. That's only half the case, so after reading this now, THINK, why would you want 2 put your self, and even your family in this situation???

-- Contributed by: Annabelle

MY RIDE WITH DRUGS by Tristen Arnold

In the beginning it was all in good harmless fun.

A little weed, acid and ecstasy never hurt anyone.

I had no idea what was to come.

I was slowly but surely turning into a bum.

Then I figured I'd try the harder drugs out.

I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

I started with oxy's just a little pill.

I got so bad that if I wanted one bad enough id kill.

And then came coke oh how I loved a numb face.

From that point on I was always on the chase.

Then I went from Oxy's to Smack.

Stuck that needle in my arm and there was no going back.

With the Coke I went from powder to rock.

I hit that stem and it was a lock.

To get my daily fix I did whatever it took.

Lie, cheat, steal from fun party kid to a crook.

I had hit rock bottom and wanted to die.

I got on my knees and asked God "Why?"

I was homeless and helpless God gave up on me.

I was stuck in addiction I couldn't see.

Then I went to rehab and cleared my head.

I realized then how close I came to being dead.

Then one day God enabled me again to see.

He told me "I gave up on him." He didn't give up on me.

Today I am happy healthy and strong.

Because God was there with me all along.

Thank you Jesus for saving my soul.

I know with you I can continue this goal.

THANK YOU LORD

-- Contributed by: Tristen A.

this is Sad the this has taking control over are loved ones. I have 5 children and 4 step all are using one thing or another. And rehab way to short of stay 21-28 days doesn't even began to help them. My children have wrote poems I will see if they will let me share them. Debra

-- Contributed by: Debra

Today I will lay you to rest¦ You are not dead but the best part of you is gone. Today I will stop hoping, wishing dreaming and longing for you to come back to me. You've surrendered your soul. You belong to the drugs and alcohol and to whomever you decide to lay down with tonight. I'm giving up the fight. It has been too long and hard. After all I could never win. It is your fight, not mine. I've been able to reach you only to have you disappear again into the fog of self-indulgence that is your addiction. Maybe I will see you again someday, the real person that I love, the one who will always be mine. I might catch a glimpse of you now and then. But I will not be fooled. I know you've given up¦ Goodbye blue eyes. I will always remember the best of you and keep you here in my heart.

-- Contributed by: Susan

If God were to see fit that this would be,

my dying breath, head pounding, on bended knee.

Please know so young you may never understand,

who's this person lack of hands?

I love you- the true reason i breathe,

for you i would live, die, cry anything for my illuminous seed.

Your mommy was too weak to beat the demons who took hold,

who bound and tied a truly beautiful soul.

I should have held you more than i let my hands reach out,

I knew for my weakness you would suffer- no doubt.

You'd never know me barely remember my smile,

I promise my angel we will b rejoined in a while.

Death comes to all it is the meaning of life,

Each moment for a reason even becoming your violent daddy' s wife.

I swear to you, the last thing precious to this worn skin,

I never meant to bruise you, to leave you, to let satan win.

-mommy

-- Contributed by: ELITA ARRIAGA

YOUâ€™RE UNDER ARREST!!!

ADDICTION CAN BE ARRESTED ONE DAY AT A TIME JUST IT BEING WHAT IT IS IS AN UNSPEAKABLE CRIME

IF ITâ€™S NOT ARRESTED THE THING IT WILL DO IS SELL YOU A LIE UNTIL IT ARRESTS YOU

A SENTENCE FOR LIFE WITH NO CHANCE FOR PAROLE THE DEEPER THE DENIAL THE DEEPER THE HOLE

A HOLE IN WHICH DARKNESS IS NOT JUST A MAYBE ITâ€™S A LIFE THAT IS RULED BY THE INFAMOUS â€œKING BABYâ€

THE KING CAN BE STOPPED AND STRIPPED OF ITS CROWN BY ACKNOWLEDGING YOUR BOTTOM AND PUTTING THE SHOVEL DOWN

BUT YOU MUST KNOW IN CLOSING THOUGH ITâ€™S SAD BUT TRUE THAT THOUGH ADDICTIONâ€™S THE CULPRIT THE KING BABY IS YOU!!!

JAMES MORALES
08/07/07

YOUâ€™RE UNDER ARREST!!!

ADDICTION CAN BE ARRESTED ONE DAY AT A TIME JUST IT BEING WHAT IT IS IS AN UNSPEAKABLE CRIME

IF ITâ€™S NOT ARRESTED THE THING IT WILL DO IS SELL YOU A LIE UNTIL IT ARRESTS YOU

A SENTENCE FOR LIFE WITH NO CHANCE FOR PAROLE THE DEEPER THE DENIAL THE DEEPER THE HOLE

A HOLE IN WHICH DARKNESS IS NOT JUST A MAYBE ITâ€™S A LIFE THAT IS RULED BY THE INFAMOUS â€œKING BABYâ€

THE KING CAN BE STOPPED AND STRIPPED OF ITS CROWN BY ACKNOWLEDGING YOUR BOTTOM AND PUTTING THE SHOVEL DOWN

BUT YOU MUST KNOW IN CLOSING THOUGH ITâ€™S SAD BUT TRUE THAT THOUGH ADDICTIONâ€™S THE CULPRIT THE KING BABY IS YOU!!!

JAMES MORALES
08/07/07

-- Contributed by: James Morales

Misty,

Please use that hope to make some positive changes in your life. There is help available and you will be able to get support in your journey. Just because you have used drugs for a number of years doesn't mean that you can't have a future that doesn't involve them.

Jodee Redmond, LoveToKnow Editor

-- Contributed by: JC Redmond

I'm 31 I have be on drugs for 14 or 15 yr now I really lost myself over the yr I don't know who I am but I have hope

-- Contributed by: misty

Drugs are evil, Drugs are sick, Drugs will make you die real quick.

Would you die to get high, Drugs won't make you go fly, Take them slow, Go, Go, Go Drugs are the worst way to go!

-- Contributed by: Chantelle

(Soul Sickness) Alone with my thoughts Crawling in my skin No peace within, living in sin I try to smile, but I am in denial The point of no return Surrender to live or surrender to burn I walk amongst the living dead To escape the insanity that lives in my head Another hit, another shot Another drink, another rock I have become a slave The demons of addiction will always call my name.

-- Contributed by: Nicole

I am almost 27 and I have been addicted to pain relivers for so long I don't know who I am anymore. I'm still not sure how to get out of this deep dark hole, but I'll die trying. It's a very hard thing to deal with by yourself and it makes you a different person, or not a person at all. I pray for the day when I see light again and I hope he hears my prayers.

-- Contributed by: Amy

A Poem by me called Frozen Snow

Drugs are bad, mmm-kay

Is what all the people say,

And I must agree with them at least

Due to my hangover today.

But quite a few of my aquaintances,

Seemed to never sleep,

I wondered why and had no clue

Until I found out this week.

They gather in the lounge,

And sit around a pipe

And smoke this ... called meth

I think some may call it ice.

This ... is completly crazy,

They feed their dealers greed,

And in their paranoid confusion,

They scratch until they bleed.

Their faces are so stunning,

The most gorgeous girls you'll ever see,

But ice has warped their perception,

And they've lost reality.

They live their lives in fear of exposion,

But its not a secret, if only they knew,

With the paranoid behaviour

Its obvious what they do.

Their intelligence will be ruined,

If they could see inside their heads,

They would see the internal damage,

And this erosion will surely spread.

Please see what you are doing,

Forget about your pride,

From this chemical concoction,

Do you realise how many have died?

I know its an epidemic,

I realise its a common thing,

I understand even lawyers smoke this stuff,

Anything to stop them from sleeping.

Just don't let your lives be taken,

Don't let the dealers win,

Fight the addictive urges,

Try confront it from within.

I really hope this is just a faze,

For their own sake alone,

Before they lose their brains, money and looks,

Dont let the wind turn into a cyclone.

-- Contributed by: Rachel May

you've lost your way with words, and to me what could be worse...

it's 7 and i'm already wasted, i'm 21 and i'm already hazy...

listen to The Starting Line album "Direction"

if suffering some sort of addiction and wallow in your self-pity.

at least it sounds better than complaining.

-- Contributed by: cj/alex/noah/bones

Anonymous,

Prescription drugs do relieve symptoms and cure a great number of conditions. When they are not used for the purpose for which they are prescribed, then there can be severe consequences. Becoming addicted to prescription drugs can be very bad, I will agree with you there.

Jodee Redmond

LoveToKnow Editor

-- Contributed by: JC Redmond

prescription drugs are really bad.

-- Contributed by: anonymous

A rancid smell of slow decay start to overcome my soul.. slowly drifting into nothing.. i feel as though im trapped in a small black box with no excape .. no light to see..

my heart is beating faster now and the room starts to tilt.. i feel you friend i feel you love running thru my veins.. you are my silverspoon dreams..

My soul slowly leaves me now.. no longer me.. only a ...ing sinner and victim of my cir...stances.. i have no faith to believe in anything more than my white powder and my bottle of booze..

this is my life this is my past..

this is me this is my addiction

-- Contributed by: Beth

Tears of sugar explaining to nowhere Shave my ugly glory Tell the same old story. If I buy myself a dream How long can I stay sleep? When I wake up I am running to a place where I should be but I'm running through molasses yearning for a taste of sweetness let myself down to get it now the red ants come and sting. burning turns to aching fading to a throbbing itch. Scratching it will make a scar. Take the scar or keep the hole both are ugly on my soul bittersweetness, incompleteness making tears of sugar.

-- Contributed by: Vickie T
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