I called writing an addiction.
Inspiration was a drug dealer
it gave you just enough to keep you hooked,
but took away just enough to keep you hanging
from a rope pulled taut but breaking
chipping loose with every strand,
fading away as I grasp, in vain,
at the words that come in and out
shoving themselves through my eyes and then
burrowing deep down my spine
disappearing from view as quickly as they had
tasted on my skin, the sweet sweet satisfaction
of a bittersweet lullaby, coursing through my bleeding
lips, red and swollen they ooze the poetic lines
so quickly, as the sentences and rhymes
blend with the vessels and I can't tell the difference
between my own soul and the metaphors put in it













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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
Inspiration was a drug dealer
xo!
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
I especially loved the ending.
this is awesome!
I wrote something similar to this but instead my was I think called 'The Alcoholics and Smokers of Literature' It was such a while since I wrote that so I forgot the contents of it but it vaguely started with 'A writers pen is his cigarette'
I love this! keep going
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