Drugs

amethyste

Poetry is my drug
I go there like a devoted slut
I take a line
And oh I fly
But recently I am sober
I can not find my drug dealer
I search and I search
Will you be one?

  • Author: amethyste (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2026 16:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    With a muse as a supplier and thoughts for payment poems become an addiction. Well I know being a junky. Well done

    • amethyste

      Thank you. 🙂

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard

        Depends on how much you are willing to give....

        • amethyste

          A lot. I feel empty.

          • Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard

            Sounds like you need the ultimate full-filling. Eventually something will quench that insatiable thirst.

            • amethyste

              It is a way to escape the boring reality. Always routine.

              • Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard

                My reality has never been routine. Even though I've been chasing stability My whole life. In the words of every partner that has gotten close to Me, "I'm not bored yet." Or "it's never boring when you are around." I sometimes think I've been cursed with an interesting life. And most of the time I can't talk about it or don't want to. But poetry helps.

                • amethyste

                  That is interesting to hear. In general people"s lifes are boring.



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