When Compassion Turns to Lost Hope: Drug-Addict Jig - Adrienne Allmen

 You won’t believe me even if I state it loud
Why I think this non-sense is a concealing shroud
To your pains of the past, your multiple relapse
You insist I am wrong, yet I feel I am not
Not an ounce do I feel I am wrong.

The way you appear, I am supposed to keep my thoughts clear
And expecting the same from ours peers?
This is weird.

I am the wrongful one judging and blaming you?
I am the one who should see your goodness through
Your tired eyes, your breaking voice
Your talk in rhyme, your staggered course?
What is worse?

I am viewed as the fault, the enemy and deceit
Along with all other people, how could this be?
That all of us don’t care, and stare
At you in disgrace
But just look at your face!
It reads like a book
I wouldn’t be surprised if people retreated if you put your hand out to be shook
But somehow we are the ones that do not view you for what you are worth

…Its you against the world.

You have been awake for days
Using drugs as a way to fade
Pains and fears which have plagued you for years,
But still this is not clear to your ears?

How could it be that we are all wrong?
Is it denial singing in your head a pretty song?
You are such a wonderful person inside and out
Until you find yourself on a drought
And must refuel with toxin spouts
Then for days we argue and see no light at the end
when just before this bend we lay hand in hand?

How could this be that when love is free
You can mistakenly see
What it is you want to see
Manipulate it whatever way you will
But no substance or pill
Can over spill
Into the void you seek to fill.

…We all have free will

And with this we can do as we wish
Go where we flow, fish were there’s fish
When the pond dries up and communication is spent
And the view of the world is through a narrow vent
There seems to be no strength of force
that can turn this back over onto a working course

When snakes get in and give you a reason
You dive in with out the thought you are committing treason.
For this, is my reason
To view you as weak
Crying out for help as the days pass to weeks

Now weeks into months
Without any hunch there will be a break for lunch...

This is so sad to see.
A really sad place for me to be.

Seeing you like this
Is something I would never wish

...upon any friend of mine.

By Adrienne Allmen : New Classic Beauty : http://www.newclassicbeauty.com/

Equation

It is not bred of me,

But it was brought to life in me.

  I fear that which I crave,

  I long for that which I will not let myself have.

This no longer saddens me,

For it is just what it is,

A part of me,

A trial,

A test,

My life will go on,

In spite of this.

All great thing come in due time,

With overflowing reward,

This has been my lesson,

And these words my equation,

To the answer;

You can't force life to your will,

Just enjoy the ride it takes you on.

No matter what you are destined for,

You will set that path,

That path which is best...

Not for others.

For only yourself,

And in the end,

'If you like or love the person you are,

Then you can't regret the past,

But you can most certainly hate it.'

Update IV

For those of you who are unaware, I am currently in the process of moving, so with having to pack, co-ordinate moving day, and getting everything set up (ie. electricity, water, cable, internet, etc) I have been really busy. Not to mention over the last 2 weeks we had a slight problem with the bank that's giving us our mortgage (the same bank I have been with for at least the last decade) re-calculating my gross annual income wrong by $700 and then 'requesting' a bunch of tax related items I had already packed just to have them realize I'm a client of theirs and them pretty much saying, "Our bad, forget about it". Taking all of that into account I'm here to say I haven't had time to write lately, so I am writing this to let you know that my poem coming up on this coming Monday will be my last one for the next little while. At least until I get settled in. I will most likely do some updates about us settling in (to be honest, I kind of wish I had been doing that since we first started looking) and just the whole process of getting moved in and situated in a new home and area.

None of this will affect the updates of Adrienne Allmen's poems every second Thursday, these will continue on as usual. Thank you for all the support and I hope to be back updating regularly soon. If for any reason you want to contact me email me at: guitarist06@msn.com.

Head-Spun - Adrienne Allmen

The room is spinning and
no one’s winning
Figuring the formula to achieve please
Emotions see-sawing in the delicate breeze
No one is winning
With our heads always spinning

By Adrienne Allmen : New Classic Beauty : http://www.newclassicbeauty.com/

The Needs of All

  This poem was actually a school assignment from when I was in grade 10 (so a few years ago now). It was the first poem (and last to date) that I had written that had a structured rhyming scheme. Coming from someone who doesn't usually write this style I am really pleased at how it came out and at the risk of sounding like a parent choosing their favourite child, this is one of my tope favourite poems I've written.

 Quick side note: This is in no way a religious poem! I am not religious and especially was not when this poem was written

In time of great strife,
We find ourselves in the need of eternal light.
Until we are done with this life,
We must use all we can to fight.

And if we must use the knife,
Then a new world will be ourrs for the night.
But when the faith of all will fail for all that is right,
A new one will arise and return you to your life.

By their choice alone our future lays,
In their mind the path is set.
All we must do is choose how to spend our days,
Until the day we settle the debt.

Our time is coming, our time is near,
We must not live within our own fears.

In War

The sky is falling,
Or is it just rain?
Every time one of them hits the ground,
It rains hellfire and burns to their bones.
How does it feel?
I hope I never find out,
For this is death, In War.