We all arrived here confused, wasted, a mess
we all needed help, but who would've guessed?
The trust took us in, gave us an helping hand
got us all clean and sorted here in treatment land.
They helped us all deal with our shame and our guilt,
helped us remove walls each of us had built.
Helped restore us from all that was insane
got us back on the tracks, gave us a name.
As we arrived, many of us taking our last breathes
we were saved from the grave, bought back from death.
Now we all have clean, new and fresh lives to lead
no longer destined to hurt, suffer and bleed.
When we arrived we all had no direction in life
powerless to
Vows and verses of death..I yearn for your embrace by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
Vows and verses of death..I yearn for your embrace
Please let me pass! I so yearn the other side
I so yearn for my end I wish I had died!
Several times I've tried to call it a day
the door slammed shut, told to go away.
I will find a way in, I will embrace the black
You've always had my soul,so take my body back.
I so yearn for the black, the deep, deathly cold
I don't want to live, don't want to grow old.
One day I will make it, I will find the key
that lets me pass over, that lets me be free.
The joys of being clean by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
The joys of being clean
Well, what can I say about being clean?
except I feel so different, just like in a dream.
Now I have more choices, new roads to take
fully aware of the errors I did make.
Now that the chaos and confusion is gone
I feel so different, so refreshed and strong.
I have new thoughts on how things should be
I feel so full of life, so energetic and free.
I've found new strength in body and mind
now I've left my old ways so far behind.
For once in my life things are going good
things falling into place just like they should.
So what is there left to say about being clean?
except it's the only road to all our dreams.
No longer a fight, this time it's war! by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
No longer a fight, this time it's war!
Once again I find myself face to face with old pains
trying to ruin me, take away my hard earned gains.
This time they snared me, took me to the edge
they nearly succeeded in breaking me, destroying my pledge.
Old enemies charged me, which again I had to fight
hatred and anger attacked me with all their might.
This wasn't a fight it was an assault on my will
trapped in my head until I wanted to kill.
This new assault was such a struggle to bare
forced into anger, what's worse is I just didn't care.
Back came the old me, I so yearned to cause pain
resentment and anger were the enemies names.
Stood by my enemies side in the ranks is
A story of relapse..back down dark roads. by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
A story of relapse..back down dark roads.
Once again, down that dark road just me
I thought I'd cracked it, thought I was free.
Bad times again, back inside of my head
full of the fear, full of the dread.
One more time, a few more bags of gear
It took me away to the dark and fear.
I couldn't handle it, I thought I would die
my mind was broke in the blink of an eye.
Now here I am, back at square one
why did I do it, what have I done?
Once again I need to rebuild my life
deal with the pain, the chaos and strife.
Yet again I decided to play the game
only to find heartache, guilt and more shame.
For a time I was happy, so well and clean
a life of recovery, a life so nearly
Running down that road , alone, terrified just me
I needed to escape, I so desperately needed to be free.
So full of adrenaline and fear, so full of the dread
If the enemy caught me i'd surely be dead.
So long in that P.O.W camp I didn't even know the year
all I knew was the torture, the pain and the fear.
I couldn't handle no more, I was surely going to die
the Nazis had broke me in the blink of an eye.
I hid behind a tree so afraid to make a sound
they saw me I'd be shot, left to rot on this ground.
The effect of the pollen trying to make me sneeze
heart pounding, trying not to let my lungs wheeze.
I stood there so still, until
Straightsville, a whole new frame of mind
I feel something's gone, that i've left something behind.
Everything is different, the world's so clear
my life is now important, my existence so dear.
It feels really odd this new state of mind
not living on paranoia, my life not a bind.
The last twenty four years are all just an haze
I can't believe I actually survived those days.
I find myself living in a place called Stroud
still struggling at times but feeling kinda proud.
I've finally, for Maria and my daughter Joanne
showed them I can do it, become a new man.
Not having to live for the next buzz or the thrill
my mind and body bett
A question I once asked by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
A question I once asked
What did I ever have in my life to give?
all the time I used I never wanted to live.
I never did anything right, nothing was ever good
I should be six feet under in a box of wood.
Why am I still here? I wonder on many a day
If there is a god how come he never took me away?
I hated my whole life, there was never a plan
I couldn't even manage to be a real man.
I was granted the gift of being a dad
but I almost messed it up by being so bad.
Were was I going, was there ever a point?
all I ever wanted was powder and the next joint.
In and out of the black, my life a drugged up haze
the end getting nearer every one of those days.
The
Out of all the chaos and all that was insane
a beautiful flower we did grow Joanne is her name.
So innocent and pure a flower from out of the gloom
I was given the privilege of watching her bloom.
She grew out of my darkness as pure as water
our little flower we grew, our beautiful daughter.
She's always stood by me, and will to the end
she's not just my daughter she's also my friend.
All those years I was lost, alone in the black
she waited for me until I woke and came back.
The heartache I caused, the guilt runs so deep
but that's a weight I must carry, a guilt I must keep.
My beautiful flower shone bright through my black
I'l
A verse to lost family and friends by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
A verse to lost family and friends
To all our lost family and all our lost friends
it breaks our hearts you're gone, that you never reached the end.
You're forever in our hearts, forever in our minds
Why did this life take you, why is it so unkind?
Your always in our thoughts every day of the year
we know your still with us, we know your still near.
We will never forget you, you'll always be a part
forever in our souls, forever in our hearts.
We know your watching from up in the skies
together with loved ones, smiling down from up high.
So to all our lost family and to all our lost friends
I promise I'll lead a better life, promise I'll make amends.
This promise fr
We all arrived here confused, wasted, a mess
we all needed help, but who would've guessed?
The trust took us in, gave us an helping hand
got us all clean and sorted here in treatment land.
They helped us all deal with our shame and our guilt,
helped us remove walls each of us had built.
Helped restore us from all that was insane
got us back on the tracks, gave us a name.
As we arrived, many of us taking our last breathes
we were saved from the grave, bought back from death.
Now we all have clean, new and fresh lives to lead
no longer destined to hurt, suffer and bleed.
When we arrived we all had no direction in life
powerless to
Vows and verses of death..I yearn for your embrace by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
Vows and verses of death..I yearn for your embrace
Please let me pass! I so yearn the other side
I so yearn for my end I wish I had died!
Several times I've tried to call it a day
the door slammed shut, told to go away.
I will find a way in, I will embrace the black
You've always had my soul,so take my body back.
I so yearn for the black, the deep, deathly cold
I don't want to live, don't want to grow old.
One day I will make it, I will find the key
that lets me pass over, that lets me be free.
The joys of being clean by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
The joys of being clean
Well, what can I say about being clean?
except I feel so different, just like in a dream.
Now I have more choices, new roads to take
fully aware of the errors I did make.
Now that the chaos and confusion is gone
I feel so different, so refreshed and strong.
I have new thoughts on how things should be
I feel so full of life, so energetic and free.
I've found new strength in body and mind
now I've left my old ways so far behind.
For once in my life things are going good
things falling into place just like they should.
So what is there left to say about being clean?
except it's the only road to all our dreams.
No longer a fight, this time it's war! by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
No longer a fight, this time it's war!
Once again I find myself face to face with old pains
trying to ruin me, take away my hard earned gains.
This time they snared me, took me to the edge
they nearly succeeded in breaking me, destroying my pledge.
Old enemies charged me, which again I had to fight
hatred and anger attacked me with all their might.
This wasn't a fight it was an assault on my will
trapped in my head until I wanted to kill.
This new assault was such a struggle to bare
forced into anger, what's worse is I just didn't care.
Back came the old me, I so yearned to cause pain
resentment and anger were the enemies names.
Stood by my enemies side in the ranks is
A story of relapse..back down dark roads. by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
A story of relapse..back down dark roads.
Once again, down that dark road just me
I thought I'd cracked it, thought I was free.
Bad times again, back inside of my head
full of the fear, full of the dread.
One more time, a few more bags of gear
It took me away to the dark and fear.
I couldn't handle it, I thought I would die
my mind was broke in the blink of an eye.
Now here I am, back at square one
why did I do it, what have I done?
Once again I need to rebuild my life
deal with the pain, the chaos and strife.
Yet again I decided to play the game
only to find heartache, guilt and more shame.
For a time I was happy, so well and clean
a life of recovery, a life so nearly
Running down that road , alone, terrified just me
I needed to escape, I so desperately needed to be free.
So full of adrenaline and fear, so full of the dread
If the enemy caught me i'd surely be dead.
So long in that P.O.W camp I didn't even know the year
all I knew was the torture, the pain and the fear.
I couldn't handle no more, I was surely going to die
the Nazis had broke me in the blink of an eye.
I hid behind a tree so afraid to make a sound
they saw me I'd be shot, left to rot on this ground.
The effect of the pollen trying to make me sneeze
heart pounding, trying not to let my lungs wheeze.
I stood there so still, until
Straightsville, a whole new frame of mind
I feel something's gone, that i've left something behind.
Everything is different, the world's so clear
my life is now important, my existence so dear.
It feels really odd this new state of mind
not living on paranoia, my life not a bind.
The last twenty four years are all just an haze
I can't believe I actually survived those days.
I find myself living in a place called Stroud
still struggling at times but feeling kinda proud.
I've finally, for Maria and my daughter Joanne
showed them I can do it, become a new man.
Not having to live for the next buzz or the thrill
my mind and body bett
A question I once asked by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
A question I once asked
What did I ever have in my life to give?
all the time I used I never wanted to live.
I never did anything right, nothing was ever good
I should be six feet under in a box of wood.
Why am I still here? I wonder on many a day
If there is a god how come he never took me away?
I hated my whole life, there was never a plan
I couldn't even manage to be a real man.
I was granted the gift of being a dad
but I almost messed it up by being so bad.
Were was I going, was there ever a point?
all I ever wanted was powder and the next joint.
In and out of the black, my life a drugged up haze
the end getting nearer every one of those days.
The
Out of all the chaos and all that was insane
a beautiful flower we did grow Joanne is her name.
So innocent and pure a flower from out of the gloom
I was given the privilege of watching her bloom.
She grew out of my darkness as pure as water
our little flower we grew, our beautiful daughter.
She's always stood by me, and will to the end
she's not just my daughter she's also my friend.
All those years I was lost, alone in the black
she waited for me until I woke and came back.
The heartache I caused, the guilt runs so deep
but that's a weight I must carry, a guilt I must keep.
My beautiful flower shone bright through my black
I'l
A verse to lost family and friends by STOKOSPIECES, literature
Literature
A verse to lost family and friends
To all our lost family and all our lost friends
it breaks our hearts you're gone, that you never reached the end.
You're forever in our hearts, forever in our minds
Why did this life take you, why is it so unkind?
Your always in our thoughts every day of the year
we know your still with us, we know your still near.
We will never forget you, you'll always be a part
forever in our souls, forever in our hearts.
We know your watching from up in the skies
together with loved ones, smiling down from up high.
So to all our lost family and to all our lost friends
I promise I'll lead a better life, promise I'll make amends.
This promise fr
My name is John and I started writing back in 2007 as a way to express certain feelings and emotions I was dealing with and working through at a very dark and troublesome time in my life. Writing helped me do this and move on and upwards to better days and times. I found writing a perfect way to express myself and be creative at the same time and have enjoyed doing so ever since.