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My Lost Friend
I'm standing here with you
The friend I had still there
I'm trying to tell you
That I'm worried that I care
You say you want to give up
But it seems that not enough
Cos the pills you take
Make you feel great
And real life you say is too tough
Your eyes never show what your feeling
Just the effects of the chemicals you take
You gave up on your morals started stealing
And turned away from what was great
You cry and try to tell me
How you're trapped and can't escape
But you never tried your best
The most you did was give 'em a rest
But within a week you were back using
Back to friend and family losing
Back to taking tokes and making jokes
Back to your crutch - drug abusing
So I'm standing with you
Teary-eyed knowing I'm not getting through
I could explain the great world on the clear
But it don't bring you near
To the rush that the drugs give to you
And until you want to quit for good…
There's nothing I can do,
But pray and long for that day
When finally it gets through to you!
Laura
Guilt Trip
My parents I love
My parents I hate
In only wish they knew my hate
My head's in the shed
My head's like an egg
I'm ready to crack and split the yolk
If they don't care
That's all only they?????
They shout and scream and think it's ok
All because I'm 30 days clean
I don't need this sh**
I need some help
NOT GUILT TRIP & ??
From the ones I love.
Blow was the Norm
Blow was the score
Blow was the come down
And I wanted more
Speed was my breakfast
Speed was my tea
Speed way my sexy thing
Then I needed me
Acid was nice
Acid it had a different high
Acid was a dream
Right off it on ??? but all I wanted to do was scream
Downers and uppers they were my life
But now I face the
Reality side
Client 2003
Alice
When you smile, your loveliness
Goes on indefinitely;
So I hang around for a while
To see whatever bliss
You will show me today…
Derrick
Rich Man, Poor Man
Passed a poor man heard him say
"Can I get bread for my family today?"
Passed a rich man heard him say
"Where shall I go on holiday"
See the poor youth needing a vacation
Takes medication
Blissful escape in insulation
Then bang reality realisation
Baby crying - starvation
Messy hole called accommodation
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Hunger, pain, confusion… is there relief?
On wireless, in paper and on television
Politricks telling their vision
The boss can sort it out
No need to fuss and shout
Crying for change
"Any spare change mate?"
How much you got on your plate?
Wait for the next election
We promise a better selection
Honest, we keep our work
You can trust us - haven't you heard?
Toby
Keep it Simple
Standing on one leg juggling live fish with a mobile
phone tucked under one ear and having a moderate conversation with
an irate spouse whilst travelling down a bumpy winding dirt track
on a shaky old wagon with three wheels driven by a manic sociopath
thrashing a petrified crazy horse which is frothing at the mouth
as it lunges into oblivion can be possible, but not normally in
your first year of sobriety.
Keith
Creative Writing
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