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TITLE (EDIT) An Addict, Not Me
DESCRIPTION I wrote this on the aftermath of the death of singer Amy Winehouse from a drug over dose on the 23rd July 2011 [272 words]
AUTHOR R Duncan
ABOUT THE AUTHOR - [November 2012]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (18) A Lost Love Is Hard To Find (Poetry) This is about a broken heart, trying to find it's lost love. [109 words] A New Flower In The Garden (Poetry) A poem about my sister Helen who passed away this year.And how God had picked her for his garden as she is a special person. [87 words] And Then I Cried Out ''Why'' (Poetry) This is about the addicts cry "WHY" when they realise the depths that they have sunk to through having an addiction [175 words] Come Buy A Poppy (Poetry) A poem about an old soldier standing on a street corner with a collection can and a tray of poppy's and how people walk by and ignore him. [111 words] Crying Without Tears (Poetry) Poem about suffering from a broken heart, and being alone and all dried out. [85 words] Enough Enough Enough (Poetry) A Short poem about the need to stop the destruction of our planet. [86 words] In His Brilliance (Poetry) A short poem about how we look at God but can't see him for his brilliance because we look with our eyes and not our souls [129 words] In The Fields Of France (Poetry) A Poem inspired by a photo I saw, of a poppy next to barbed wire in a field.The poem is about The Poppy Fields of France, where many a young soldier laid down his life, for our freedom reminding us to... [176 words] Lest We Forget (Poetry) This is a poem about remembrance day, and why we would should never forget the reason. [91 words] Look In The Mirror (Poetry) A poem about addicts and how they see themselves when they look in the mirror at their reflection. [116 words] Mother Hear Me. (Poetry) A short poem about saying your last goodbyes to your mother [80 words] The Fallen (Poetry) This is for all our fallen soldiers [141 words] The Owl & The Cat (Poetry) This was written between two soulmates over the internet each writing a line in turn, we have never met personaly, but our souls are entwined in eternity. Rikki Duncan & Irene Bruce [393 words] The Pain Of Seeing You Leave, Is Less Than The Pain Of Watching You Suffer (Poetry) I wrote this after my sister Helen died, we had fallen out for 4 months over something trivial and hadn't talked or saw each other. and I spent the last seven days of her life, looking at her laying i... [162 words] The Tears I Cry (Poetry) I was inspired to write this, when I saw a photo of an old soldier, who was wiping a tear away from his eyes. [81 words] The Words Are Not Enough (Poetry) A short emotional poem about our fallen soldiers [52 words] Their Memories Must Live On (Poetry) A poem about keeping the soldiers memories alive after they are dead. [164 words] Why Did You Take That Knife To Town? (Poetry) A poem about the knife culture that we live/die with. [134 words]
An Addict, Not Me R Duncan I didn't choose this life This is not what I wanted to do I saw the needle I saw the spoon I thought, I'll just try a few. Not once did I stop to think That's not an easy thing to do The vein it stood proud The needle went in the drug soon flowed through. The world felt just great A couple more will do But it was too late Just another one or maybe two. I thought that'll do I wont take no more It didn't take long For me to head out the door. Hey dealer man dealer man Serve some to me I'm caught up in madness I'll never break free. I love the way I float I love this feeling as I sleep If only this sensation Was a feeling I could keep. But when the effect of the needle Begins to wear out My guts start to scream My brain start to shout. I wish I could escape From this nightmare these dreams Reality no more All is not as it seems. To enjoy, to relish In this delight I've spent all my money To pay for this flight. I've lost all I had My self respects gone No furniture no food No family, no one. I've sold my body I've sold my soul self destruct Is now my goal. I cannot stop this but this can stop me I look at death As a way to be free. Just one more dodgey spoonful Will soon do the trick I'll make up a mixture I'll make it up thick. I hope I fall asleep Then I'll float away Never again will I suffer Being an addict for a day. ��
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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE July 2011	NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED 1336