Jane's Addiction

"and that's one thing, i can do nothing about."

 

she’s a tangible mess

of tangled limbs

and twisted regret.

cheap perfume and cheap promises.



she’s tired of the sick taste in her mouth,

‘cause she’s too young to be so lost,

but she’s good at pretending

that she’s never going back there.



she’s the broken angle of long legs,

fishnets and high-heeled boots

and a hitched-up skirt.

she moves the street way.



but her broken heart won’t beat anymore

so the silence pounds pounds pounds

and pumps blood and pain

through her swollen veins.



it’s another night

of slipping in and out of unfamiliar places,

of cracked, broken reflections,

and the needle in her arm.



she’s so sick of being tired

and oh-so tired of being sick

but the world won’t stop turning for her

so she’ll slip out of it for another hour.



the alcohol is another broken promise,

just like the tangled sheets,

and she’s slipping back into sweet addiction.

it tastes just like another broken promise.



she’s getting deeper into this mess and she

keeps sinking, keeps sinking,

she doesn’t know what to do so she

keeps drinking, keeps drinking.



it’s a familiar record

and it skips-skips-skips,

until nothing else is left

but the silence.



she knows that good things

always come in twos

so why has she shattered

into so many different pieces?



it’s another night

of unfamiliar streets,

and the filthy, used feeling

that’s becoming so familiar.



she’s learning to fly

through the tip of a needle.

and the broken promises

only make the taste sweeter.



that’s when she realizes

falling is just like lying,

falling is just like flying,

and she’s suddenly an expert.



[her mother always told her

“practice makes perfect.”]

 

 

Awards

Comatose Memory

Aug 10, 2010

• Dead Memories
• Jane's Addiction

Winner!

Aug 23, 2010

• ALCOHOL AND DRUG ADDICTION
• Jane's Addiction

 

Ever so wonderful

Aug 30, 2010

• Anything
• Jane's Addiction

 

Great Write

Sep 7, 2010

• I Want...
• Jane's Addiction

Reviews

[Moonflower]

This speaks of a harsh reality, where you use lies to cover up the cold truth. These lines stood out for me especially "she’s learning to fly/through the tip of a needle./and the broken promises/only make the taste sweeter." This was a dark, intense, and thought provoking read. I like your style.

[Clarisse Nanoit]

"she moves the street way." Very nice line. I really enjoyed reading, though I think more dark imagery could make this piece a little better/edgier. I wanted to taste more grit from this piece. That being said, your words were well-chosen. Thanks for entering this into the HOOKERS! contest and good luck!
KH

[Sothe (White Princess)]

Wow, this was excellently described. I love the repetition, it really puts a lot of meaning into the words. It sends a message like don't miss these words, they are important. The harshness of drugs and alcohol can over come anybody, and t is so hard to stop....that is part of what the piece says, which is true, especially in today's society. Well Done.

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feelings are twisting and turning but well written.

[Radioactive]

This poem is really strong, and beautiful at the same time. My favourite line is:

"she’s learning to fly

through the tip of a needle.

and the broken promises

only make the taste sweeter."

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Good. The details were good. The regret, the pain, the addiction, were all great. An extraordinary write indeed

[An owl on the moon]

There is a depth in this story of Jane.. her pain driving her into addiction's arms.. Powerfully voiced in your gripping style, you make her alive to us, though she is near dead to herself. The last lines are simply haunting.

[Wicahpi]

How sad, living this life of loneliness ...
Thank you for entering this into my "Longing For Love"
contest. Good Luck

[Ice QueenJen]

A good description of an addicts lonely and desperate life. This was well written, and I love the ending - making it seem like what she is doing could be alright. I will add this to my library, its that good.

The only thing I am not sure of is in this line "she’s the broken angle of long legs," did you mean 'angel' instead of angle? To me it would give that part a whole different meaning - like she is a prostitute too.

otherwise it was good.