I feel all out of sorts today. Cant seem to keep my thoughts in my head long enough to do anything. Its taken me half an hour just to get anything on the page.

Yesterday I was hungover and laying in bed all day so my thoughts where slower and simpler.

I know what would fix it. But that’s not going to help.

Think I should just go back to bed before I do something I may regret.


Daily Prompt: Never Again

Daily Prompt: Never Again.

Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!”

The first and only time I tried heroin.

Bored kids, Friday night… “hey my brother can score!”

I thought he meant weed… “fuck yeah.”

An hour later I have a needle in my arm… I HATE needles!

Being violently sick, hugging the toilet bowl.

How many hours… I don’t know.

They tried to get me to move… I couldn’t.

They tried to get me to eat… I wouldn’t.

Coming down wasn’t fun either.

I felt sick, wrong… broken.

I wanted it to end… NOW!

I wanted to die… quickly.

The next day I lost all respect for him

He stared at me to see my reaction… “same again?”

My mind flashed back to the toilet… “are you nuts?”

I had the out I needed… “Uh, this isn’t going to work out.”

I haven’t seen him since.

Ode to my Couch Cushions

You are sneaky, it is true

But I love the things you do.

It’s the deception that you show

so that no one even knows

the longer that they stay

the more you take away.

You’ve collected all their change

so my mood can rearrange.


Ok so I am by no means a poet but I felt they needed a little recognition for there part in me now being able to afford my meds.