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Array ( [sid] => 40556 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tweeker [time] => 2004-03-27 21:31:38 [hometext] => I wrote this poem when I was in rehab. [bodytext] => I used to be a tweeker
It wasn’t long ago,
I noticed I got weaker
And my bones began to show.
It started out as something fun
I could do with all my friends,
I loved myself when I was spun
And then the high would end.
My world would come crashing down
I’d feel like total *****,
In my tears I could drown
Longing for just ONE more hit.
I felt like I would die
If I didn’t get some more,
My mind would tell me “go get high”
But I didn’t know what was in store.
I though my life was good
And everything was okay,
I was in a euphoric mood
Each and every day.
My favorite part was the rush
I would get right when I’d smoke,
It felt like a great big pleasure gush
Believe me, it’s no joke.
Because of this breathtaking feeling
More and more I’d buy,
I’d hallucinate monsters on the ceiling
And they often made me cry.
I didn’t like to feel this way
So I’d smoke a little more,
I’d do glass everyday
My habit went hardcore.
Then I met my very best friend
Ashley was her name,
I told her I wanted my habit to end
She said she felt the same.
After a couple of days
That I decided I could quit,
Ashley told my mom of my ways
And that rock bottom I have hit.
They have both been real helpful
On my journey to be clean,
The help I’ve gotten is wonderful
And a lot to me it means.
Not a day goes by
That I don’t crave that stuff,
But I do not get high
Because my will is just too tough.
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Tweeker

Contributed by Hoots on Saturday, 27th March 2004 @ 09:31:38 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



I used to be a tweeker
It wasn’t long ago,
I noticed I got weaker
And my bones began to show.
It started out as something fun
I could do with all my friends,
I loved myself when I was spun
And then the high would end.
My world would come crashing down
I’d feel like total *****,
In my tears I could drown
Longing for just ONE more hit.
I felt like I would die
If I didn’t get some more,
My mind would tell me “go get high”
But I didn’t know what was in store.
I though my life was good
And everything was okay,
I was in a euphoric mood
Each and every day.
My favorite part was the rush
I would get right when I’d smoke,
It felt like a great big pleasure gush
Believe me, it’s no joke.
Because of this breathtaking feeling
More and more I’d buy,
I’d hallucinate monsters on the ceiling
And they often made me cry.
I didn’t like to feel this way
So I’d smoke a little more,
I’d do glass everyday
My habit went hardcore.
Then I met my very best friend
Ashley was her name,
I told her I wanted my habit to end
She said she felt the same.
After a couple of days
That I decided I could quit,
Ashley told my mom of my ways
And that rock bottom I have hit.
They have both been real helpful
On my journey to be clean,
The help I’ve gotten is wonderful
And a lot to me it means.
Not a day goes by
That I don’t crave that stuff,
But I do not get high
Because my will is just too tough.




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Re: Tweeker (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 27th March 2004 @ 10:55:58 PM AEST
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once you ride all the way to the basement theres no way but up, hang in there, im here if you want to talk, hugs n' love nessa


Re: Tweeker (User Rating: 1 )
by TwEeK on Saturday, 28th August 2004 @ 04:30:46 PM AEST
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another poem with my name in it! wow i must be popular! lol
glad your clean, i never smoked a thing in my life so im glad to say im clean also!
you have the power!

Tweek


Re: Tweeker (User Rating: 1 )
by blackholesun on Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 09:24:11 AM AEST
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hey i totally understand,i was addicted to ice for a while,some others i know got worse than me first,seeing them like that gave me a reality check,i really enjoy the willpower in this poem,keep on keepin on!plz come read my poem addict i think you will relate to this one too.ps i want to put you on my buddy list!


Re: Tweeker (User Rating: 1 )
by timmy2scoops on Saturday, 13th November 2004 @ 11:24:42 PM AEST
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great i feel you on that one, i wrote one on tweekers and the out come of that life style, called "arkansas tweekers" check it out. be strong, encourage your self every day!!


Re: Tweeker (User Rating: 1 )
by QueenEEliz33 on Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 01:54:20 PM AEST
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its scary how much i understand, I am addicted bad, its *****ty




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