I'm like a junkie for writing.
quote by Gavin DeGraw
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Junkie (demo Version)
Disillusions fillin' my head
Never happy, I wished I was dead
Can't remember things I used to know
Take another hit Lord, let the four winds blow
Junkie, junkie man
Feel so lonely, I wish I could cry
Suicidal, not man enough to die
Can't remember ever feelin' this low
Take another hit babe, here I go
Junkie, junkie man
Yonder come a man, Lord he's got my snow
Help me out babe, get down low
But I can't remember things I used to know
The Lord knows I'm to blame.
Take another hit Lord, and let the four winds blow
Junkie, junkie man
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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I am the poet junkie
writing my fix
anytime of any day
when thoughts I must say
in form rarely chunky
yet words may transfix
clicks the poet junkie
writing lyrics fix
anytime of any day
traffics thoughts at bay
in form rarely funky
yet words may transfix
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The trouble with Nixon is that he's a serious politics junkie. He's totally hooked and like any other junkie, he's a bummer to have around, especially as President.
quote by Hunter S. Thompson
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Never Again
I can never be what you want me to be
And I regret nothing from you
Today I realized you will
never come through.
Our souls did not match but we
were a fact..
Why did I hang on for so many
years?
The darkness came and you
were never again,
But I am just fine now
Never again will I wait around
I felt I did not deserve better
Now I know the truth of the matter
You were never good enough for me
Just like a junkie, not good enough for me
You used me like a drug
one day you love me the next
your gone..
Just like a junkie, not good enough for me
Even if I promised you tommorow
you just could not conclude.
I don't need you in my life..
.................
The darkness came and you
were never again,
But I am just fine now
Never again will I wait around
The past seems like
yesterday, The pain is deep but
fading...
The darkness came and you
were never again,
But I am just fine now
Never again will I wait around
Just like a junkie, not good enough for me
.
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Please
I've come to tell you 'bout the story I see
It made of honey but it sting like a bee
Got the message that it come from the floor
And that's the way to get yourself in trouble
You think it's easy 'cause you don't know the feeling
Make it up
Make it up like you do no wrong
Give me fever like a man blind from passion
If you got the time I'll show you how to turn it on
Please
You got that need
She got her ways to get me down on the floor
And take me places that I never seen before
Someone told me I got to take it easy
But I'm a junkie
A junkie when the heat is on
song performed by by INXS
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Please (You Got That)
Ive come to tell you bout the story I see
It made of honey but it sting like a bee
Got the message that it come from the floor
And thats the way to get yourself in trouble
You think its easy cause you dont know the feeling
Make it up
Make it up like you do no wrong
Give me fever like a man blind from passion
If you got the time Ill show you how to turn it on
Please
You got that need
She got her ways to get me down on the floor
And take me places that I never seen before
Someone told me I got to take it easy
But Im a junkie
A junkie when the heat is on
song performed by by INXS
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And I'm writing
The purpose of writing poem
Is not known and I'm writing.
Excuse me, I'm writing
And writing
And writing is natural
As natural as wind
As natural as light
And I'm writing
Writing and pervading
Everywhere.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth
I never thought youd be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe.
But today,
If you think that I dont know
About depression and
Emotional pain,
Youre insane, or your
A fool who hasnt paid attention
To a word that I say.
In a way, I cant
Help but feel responsible.
I always knew that you were insane
With your pain.
But I never thought youd be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe
Now a-day.
You never thought youd get addicted,
Just be cooler in an obvious way.
I could say, shouldnt you have got
A couple peircings and decided
May-be that you were gay.
In a way
I cant help but feel responsible,
I always knew that you were insane
With you pain
But I never thought youd be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe hey.
(repeat)
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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The Poet Junkie
I am the poet junkie
writing my fix
anytime of everyday
each sacrifice day
throughout daylight
throughout night
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 on the 17.9.2010.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing.
quote by E.L. Doctorow
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Writing The Words
I’m writing this at your funeral.
As I watch all the people in tears.
I wish I could join them,
But I know I have to be strong.
I’m writing this on my hand,
No paper to get it down on.
I want to remember your funeral,
So I’m writing this to honour you.
I’m writing the thoughts that pop into my head,
Making sure they are only the best.
I have to remember,
Because I couldn’t live with myself if I ever forgot.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
As people dropp flowers onto your coffin.
I stand up to dropp my own,
Blue, unlike the others, because I know it’s your favourite.
I’m writing this through the ceremony,
Because if I listen to the words I’ll cry.
And I know I can’t, for you,
I have to keep it together.
I’m writing the words I want to say,
To make people remember how much love you gave.
Because I want them to know,
How much of it you gave to me.
So, I’m writing this at your funeral,
To stop myself from shedding a tear.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
So that I never ever forget you.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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On Writing
is talking aloud to myself
i'm the first recipient of my communication,
first translator of my emotion into words.
first witness to the subtle unfolding within
writing is my strength.
writing is my weakness too
to me writing is meditation.
writing is prayer!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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When I'm writing about reality, I'm writing about death. When I'm writing fiction, I'm writing about life.
quote by Ralph Peters
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I enjoy writing, sometimes; I think that most writers will tell you about the agony of writing more than the joy of writing, but writing is what I was meant to do.
And So I'm Writing...
I'm hard-pressed for time,
yet I do have the heart
And so I'm writing
Know not what to pen down,
have a paper to write on
And so I'm writing
May be I'll write about 'you and me'
Or may be of 'us and them'
Feel like playing with words
And so I'm writing
May be that starving beggar's hungry looks
Or that homeless Child's beckoning eyes
Are making me scribble these lines to you
And so I'm writing
May be you'll find my words vague
Or you might decipher a meaning
Intend to leave you in the oblivion
And so I'm writing
Whatever might be the impression I create
Wish to see its reflection on your soul
And leave an imprint on your mind
And so I'm writing
May be you and I've become immune
To the pathos of mankind
Or may be there's still
A dropp of humanity flowing deep within us
Wish to arouse 'The Human Being' in you
And so I'm writing...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Black Coffee
Feat. merry clayton
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee
She told me that shed always be thinkin of me
She said she wanted me to know that she really did love me
She said she never put no one else above me
Except her monkey, shes like a junkie
Just like a junkie, just like a junkie
It was april 25th, its up around 80
Found a spot out in the park where the grass is shady
She said her moms from jamaica said her fathers from haiti
Such a pretty lady, shes such a lady
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
She left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee, just like black coffee , just like black coffee
song performed by by Everlast
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Highway Junkie
Album: Black Dog (Original Soundtrack) [MCA] 1998
Track 4
A hundred cups of coffee,
Five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway
And I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on movin',
I keep movin' down the line
There ain't nothin' in my mirror
Just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect
When some ole trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke
But them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white line
Ten miles outta' Nashville
I was doin' a hundred and one
State boy pulled me over
He said Where's the fire son?
Said Where's the fire son?
I said man there ain't no fire
I'm just runnin' from a flame
So go on an write your ticket, man,
But I aint the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind
But them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white line
--- Instrumental ---
So I rolled on down to Memphis,
I had nothin' left to loose
Wanted to hear some rock n' roll
But all they played was blues
I didn't wanna hear no blues
So I went to call up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that eighteen wheeler boy
You're the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road
But them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white line
I said I'm a highway junkie, man,
And I need that old white line...
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Writing To
Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Writing every emotion..
With such a white background.
It makes no sound
Even as the keys I pound.
Let my words have bite
Let from my words drip out meanings beyond meanings
Its something I try to be constantly be achieving.
Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
I want every heart and mind
Sucked in cause this is my world stage
No sense of the time.
Never to turn the page
Stuck in to a world oh so oh so fine
Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Listen to her melody, as she sings.
Let chaos reign down from the skies
What will this day really bring?
Will the letter say good bye?
Will it mend everything?
Making everything better.
Destroying all the consequences
That exist in your world.
Welcome to the place I visit daily.
Inspirational maddness,
It attacks, attacks, and attacks.
With perfect sadness
I must let go once more.
And then the words hit the floor
Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
Becoming one with my soul.
Fighting for its one and only control.
Its mine, Its mine. Its mine.
In this reality it subsequently is not
A constant questioning of what?
Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
With every sound, taste, and light.
The worlds get get oh so oh so bright
Understand that which is not so forthright
This is my night, and day.
So come on join me, please this way.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Highway Junkie
(chris knight/sam tate/annie tate)
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I aint forgot her yet
But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the line
There aint nothing in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you expect when some old truckers heart gets broke
Yeah, truckers hearts gets broke
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
Ten miles out of nashville, I was doing a hundred and one
State boy me over and he said, wheres the fire, son?
He said, wheres the fire son?
I said man, there aint no fire, Im just running from a flame
Go on and write your ticket, but I aint the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind.
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
So I rolled on down to memphis
I had nothing left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all they played was blues
I didnt wanna hear no blues
So I went to call up elvis and roger miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, youre the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
song performed by by Randy Travis
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