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1st Place - Ridding Myself of this Addiction by AellaWind
2nd Place: Cinnamon and Diamonds by so-pretty-when-I-cry
3rd Place : I Do Not Stand Aside by :devwith-regards
Contest Details
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem about ADDICTION. You may choose to write about any kind of addiction, please don't feel restricted to drugs, alcohol, etc.
Contest Entries
1. Grudge-Fuck
Damn, can I kiss you long enough
To let the taste linger in my mouth?
Take the scent of me on your
Finger tips with you
You aren’t allowed to forget
As long as I’m suffering
I'm your god-damn souvenir
I’m a stupid little thing
When you’re not around
I’m an empty-headed dreamer
Dreaming of dirty deeds
Getting off on memories
I’m an empty-handed sinner
Pulling my pillows tight
Filling my belly with
Fine chocolates and cheap wine
And you take a cue
When you begin to figure out
In the tone of my voice
That I’ve grown accustomed
To your absence
That I might not want you anymore
When the hunger subsides
When the toe-tapping, nail-biting
Releases me from its grasp
You take a cue and show up
At my door
We are empty-hearted game players
Dealing cards of sweaty skin
Tongues that roam
Skin that prickles when we
Scratch and bite
Get behind me, devil
And keep thrusting
Cause I only feel alive
Underneath the sheets
Underneath your body
Underneath the cloak of night
I don't need no god-damn souvenir
The bruises from our grudge-fuck with suffice
2. Addictive: Your Dance
You might say I’m addicted to you.
I know everything you’ve ever done,
Every move you’re gonna make.
You see, baby, I’m caught in your wake.
I hate your love, your lust, your trust.
I love your passionate anger
I love to feel your hair and skin,
And it wakens something deep within.
Oh god, I’m addicted to your presence
To the very way you move.
I can’t live without the way you dance,
The dangerous way you love to chance.
Oh damn you, because my heart beats fast
Damn you, because my breath is harsh
Damn you bastard, for leaving me behind
Damning you darling, is an act too kind.
Moving fast, moving smooth.
Can’t stand not being close to you.
Addicted to the moves you make.
Oh baby, I’m lost in your wake.
3. Cinnamon and Diamonds
Charcoal strands wave past
pits of hazel diamonds and
embedded marble cinnamon iris.
I make the fuzz smudge
as I run my fingers through the threads.
They are dice rolls of irony that
click and snap in directions,
glazing over your dripping
magma eyeliner features.
Wet wide lips pressed in thoughts,
high in peaks of mountainous horizon
and dragging with sex.
I beg for your arm,
muscle in sun-tainted skin;
velvet mesh of rough exfoliation.
Find me, soul-swimming holes
in the down-casting profiletic shadows
that the gift-bearer gives.
What a grave-digging gentleness of keys
you speak with.
White in pearly amusement, draped
with the flesh of tonic pinks.
Tongue of milligrams,
sessions of kiss-popping addiction.
Feeble in adoration, somehow
their airy heaviness becomes a
weightless mass of tons on my
attrition-victimized system.
I shut down in a seize of overdose,
faint in a withdrawal of stolen
kisses, lodged between soda machines:
leg shaking and music-less dances
on sneaker-screeching tiles.
Warm in your knuckles, I will be
joint-closed, balled in my tone
of ivory angelic curls, and tripping
on the mechanics of my pointlessly
romantic obsession.
4. Vicious Cycle
She's just killing herself from within
She's rotting away from all her sin
She claims it's just a silly addiction
Though, she's just spouting another fiction
She's trying to be something she's not
She's wishes she'd never been caught
She'll always love this chemical immulsion
Sadly, this is but another pointless compulsion
She'll keep her body from mending
She'll never stop the spending
She's ever slowly wasteing away
For her crimes, those who love her will always pay
She can see her death in the futureistic knitting
She can't come close to quitting
She's lost it all in her fall from a good life
Her death above all else, will cut us like a knife
5. I do not stand aside~Luv Mike
The clouds only move this way when I think about you,
They only go so fast when I'm praying
or sipping out of a soda can
the way you used to.
I know,
in the backs of my mind
That you were not much of who you said you were,
and in a way we slipped those secrets,
made it fun.
I remember winter streets,
and I used to say your name over the phone
to my friends.
Far away,
in the city where I lived,
I would think about you ---
And push you in the snow.
I remember watching you,
keeping you warm at night,
I even remember the way your room looked,
the polar bears on your walls.
or the shoebox
by your TV.
You had a beautiful smile
and cold eyes,
and you were so sweet.
I remember a month in
I was looking at you,
The way you shook in the chair
how your eyes fluttered
and your head drooped,
I remember feeling cold
asking you to close the window
being stoned,
and knowing that you were addicted.
I promised you out on the street
in the plaza
anything me and my family could give you,
told you I would stand by you
in anything you'd do
and I have kept my word.
I knew you would go soon.
And I was trying to keep you.
One day
you loosed my arms from me,
and I couldn't move
and made me beg like I was
two again
for you
and I did.
i swallowed pride
and ego
and selfworth
all to see you strive,
and selfishly
just to love you.
You would have no more of me
that I needed you
you pity on me,
And I know you thought I was weak
but I'm not
I know I'm not
And I'd have you know I still love you
if you would hear anything from me.
I know you won't.
You're in my prayers,
~Michael.
6. Love Unconditional
Didn't agree with decisions made.
In the tension I must wade.
My opinion I have submitted.
Standing firm,
strongly committed.
Problems there you cannot discern.
These,
the reason for my concern.
Emotions on high,
egos bruised.
Our friendship now you feel missused.
Tensions high,
running on emotional.
My love still stands unconditional.
You alone can break this addiction.
To find the will,
to have conviction.
Need arises you'll have support.
With not a word,
without retort.
A true friend you'll have in me.
Your place in my heart,
will always be.
7. Beautiful and Perfect
Cutting deep enough to bleed
This poison threatens her existence
Killing what she oughta be
Other than hollow and addicted
Cool cold relief racing down her porcelain veins
But she's got no self respect
All she's got is the pain
Love isn’t what you want, it’s just what you have
Stuck in your lungs like the sediment of every sin
But you keep it inside you and you keep being had
Cause if you quit you’ll have to face the devils within
Black tar tears in eyes of murder
Never meant to feel, You only meant to hurt her
And racing through your heart there’s the same old lie
So beautiful and perfect you want it to die
(I’m ok. . . . I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok. . .)
8. Eden's Epitaph
Pulsating desire forged in wantonness
Distorted. Likened to key turning doorways,
Wrongfully sought.
Direct insolence is but carved out of
Ignorance. Stored, labelled memories, dust trapped
For days rain.
A chance slip. Evolved breeds habit.
Harrowed eyes dulled to fixation.
Evil hunts prey.
Pleasures delighted in, show lucid bright,
A riot of colour, wind tugged and made fast.
In tangible doubt.
Stone edged direction annulled by suspicion.
Jeopardy. Stalked we are razor thin,
Panting for dust.
Now feel the sting of sweet desecration,
Cored apples outer beauty reveals
Edens dark fall.
All that is gold does not glitter, illusion bereft,
Paranoid conscience makes enemies
Amongst friends.
Clinging to barren scapes, empty handed am I,
Hollowed. Rejection in no-mans land found
Slaved unto lies.
Line crossed, hindsight bleakens the prize,
Oh damn'd subtlety! Empty apparition.
Devil laughter companion to tears.
Cruel joke my affliction, in pact my blood sears
Renewed in scorn, my private addiction.
9. Angelic Addictions
Pictures hanging on a wall,
Showings of a bitter fall..
A broken smile upon her face,
An angel fallen from its grace..
A worthy show of beauty,
Such matching the divine..
Obsession now unruly,
Collections over time..
A clip of hair inside a frame,
A golden curl without a name..
Dresses hanging on a rack,
All are hers from front to back..
A man inside the hallway,
Is staring at her face..
Kissing all her fears away,
His heart begins to race..
Addicted to her touch,
He wants her all too much..
He's running out of time,
He's losing the divine..
A keepsake from each visit,
Just one more thing of hers..
But reality it isn't,
And from his dream he stirs..
With his addiction gone,
He now can carry on..
10. It’s Just a Habit
sitting in a toilet cubicle, trousers down,
the blood rushing back from my head,
bass thumps from the party outside.
I bend forwards, eyes on my thighs
and what a surprise, the scars
from my habit are still there
fresh from last week, still red,
seems like much longer in my head.
and I can't remember why any more
my life's got perks galore, and life,
it'd be better without all this gore.
nobody else at the party knows
about the gashed flesh pillars
between my hips and my toes.
I flush, clean up, and go, then
a few seconds later I'm dancing again
as happy as the girl who's number I take
and the night passes with me, solid, smiling,
and perhaps that's the real me,
or perhaps that's who I'm hiding.
either way, I go home after a while
and I wait for the next time.
11. Consumption
The endless delight of consuming with passion
A powder with benefits that are generally subject to doubt
But what is beneficial to all the superficiality of the body
May have quite different and more spectacular effects
On the human psyche and soul
Irrevocably altering all belief in the cessation of life
Nothing is ever certain, least of all the continuation of life
Perhaps the energy wasted is not the best application of passion
What can be done to prevent the youth who so frequently doubt
Experienced elders even those with sins of flesh and body
Especially those with sins who have fallen prey to its effects
The immunity of youth never to heed weaknesses of the soul
The body hides, the fragility of the soul
When the vital youth is betrayed there is no chance of life
Too many hours in pursuit of cocaine, a masquerade of false passion
To encourage the dangerous obsession, which is (there is no doubt)
A habit formed – malignant, yet welcomed ravages upon the body
and They carry the polliniferous whiteness to such an effect
That the bodies are zombified because of a drug’s effect
they stumble around mindlessly, a veil over the soul
All chances concealed beneath the wispy layer of life
That shields them from the truth that would so destroy their passion
They are now the same as their fears, everything they used to doubt
Nothing in the future; just a pale heart still ticking in the remnants of a body
It was just pleasure, silken in its caress as it washed through the body
Such a satin-encased poison, such a subtly sweet effect
An explosion of such sweet ecstasy touching both body and soul
The powder carefully eats away at all their productive life
All is left is the artificial passion
Of a life destroyed, an empty shell filled of doubt
A sultry girl is offered a white powder, but she conceals all doubt
Her chest heaves seductively as pure passion caresses her body
No reason to believe the statistics, not with such a cadenced effect
Another of the awakened, the many who live without a soul
One of those using technicolour in a black-and-white life
Body consumed, life consumed, there is only the passion
The pure white powder, concocted for hot passion
The statistics paint it shocking; the users are amongst those who doubt
But there for all is the feel of cocaine overwhelming a body
12. Ridding Myself of this Addiction
Will you enfold me within your arms,
and promise to never let me go?
I promise I'll never let you go.
The sun is setting into the ocean of my heart,
and the red-orange rays are fading into blue.
Thoughts of you stay strong, they won't fade;
It's like I'm drinking coffee with sugar-
Too strong. Too strong.
You're more than just caffeine, darling.
It's like you're a cigarette,
and I'm forever craving your touch
so my lips can let out a sigh of relief, blissful relief.
Did you know- I'm emotionally dependent on you.
Every little glance you shot her, every little hug-
It tears my heart into a million pieces. Again and again.
I feel suffocated, like there's stones pressed
right onto my chest; I can barely breathe.
You're like my air and I need to see you. I need to,
but you've gone to care for your own happiness.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Oh dear, the cardiac monitor
is flatlining. Hold your breath. I'm losing mine.
I love you so much, too much, it'll be the death of me.
Change my oxygen supply; I want to live
(even if it means a life without you.)
I promised I wouldn't let you go.
Promises were made to be broken.
It hurts to hold on and know you're not always there,
because one day you'll come back one second too late,
and I'll have choked on your air supply.
13. Addicted to the Past
Milk spilled and wiped away, but
Never from my memory.
I pass through each single day,
Living on our history.
I remember us last May
Tangled limbs, mugs empty.
Breakfast, we had fish fillet
And for lunch, it was pastry.
I'm addicted to the past,
Addicted to the love we had.
It passed me by way too fast,
You are still the perfect lad.
I'm addicted to the past,
Addicted to the joy I had.
14. Addiction
Need more
gotta have it
backwards,
my underwear’s
on backwards,
granola bar maybe
5 or 6 then
where do I go again?
Big rectangle
teaches me how to
live without it,
how to get a
job to pay for it,
once I’m a working
man ladies will
come through the
haze and drive their sparkling spikes through me and it will be good because I have all I
need.
Powders, dusts
like in the hallway,
tried some once
people laughed
at me, their laughter
sounded nice
but almost broke my
head. Burning little
sticks like the ones
that beat on the
snakeskin like an
Arab prisoner of war,
but these are tan
and mine aren't
yet, but they will be
once I light up and
control the world, my IDE to pull things apart with my all-knowing
gaze.
Won’t make it
gotta have it
backwards,
my life’s on
backwards, I’m
almost a lawyer
because it’s three
weeks until the prom
that I’ll miss,
studying hard
to pay for my
thrills that keep me above the ground otherwise I’m buried in headaches and papers and –
rehab.
15. A Penguin Named Crystal
“Hands are made for fucking,”
Said the penguin with a smile.
Despite the leaf
Caught in his teeth
From the tree they called denial.
For even now the penguin
Is floating on thin ice
Which he smokes
As another jokes
Perhaps once or twice.
But of course the ice was gone;
You see, he smoked it all,
Which quickly left
Glass lack bereft
Of figures standing tall.
It must be said, I think to say,
There is no sadder sight
Than the shining glass
Lacking crystal mass:
An empty bulb or pipe.
And then the penguin went to sleep
With visions in his head
Of how to stop
And how to drop
Slowly and quickly dead.
16. hunger
go on, go on
shovel it down
with all your might
chew, chew, chew
with all you are
until you can't feel the pain any more
& it all becomes a pretty haze
& you are snuggly and warm.
&, &
& when that nasty old monster
rears his ugly head again
go on, you can do it
pack it back
it'll make you feel so much better
keep going
'til the pain is no more...
17. Love Junkie
Creeping closer I draw in her scent
Thrilling, intoxicating, heaven sent.
I drink in the tender curves of her body
That beautiful, arousing figure eight
Perfectly rounded hips and
The bold red addictive lips.
Bending to kiss them I groan
Tasting her love, feeling it fill me up
The world's greatest aphrodisiac
Take it once and you'll never go back,
Shady promises in the backstreets of my soul.
It comes free until you're hooked
Then the price, a rose, dinner, diamonds
Pay it or the supply is cut off.
Still she sleeps, I shiver from lust and withdrawal
To the fridge unsteadily I stumble, almost fall.
Taking a white powdered slice of cake for my love munchies
Two tiny figures watch disaproving from a white dusted paradise
I shrug off their animosity, I am stuck in it till dead
Shown by the gold ring on my finger, the poppies on my head
A long term Love Junkie.
18. Hooked on you
Drugged by your love
Overdosed
Addicted
Jonesing for my next fix of your pleasure,
I shake and shiver, never finding solace.
Time crawls along, dragging me forward,
While I scratch and claw, trying to hold on.
Fixed by your tricks
Satiated
Afflicted
Feeling your passion run through my veins,
As our bodies connect and collide.
Ecstasy, sweat, sounds of delight,
Pulsating, echoing my satisfaction.
Hooked by your lust
Hooked on desire
Hooked by loneliness
Hooked on you
19. Addiction
I saw you today,
Walking down the street,
My eyes following your every step,
My heart skipping beats,
With every step closer to me.
It's hard to explain,
The feelings I have for you,
Some people would say I'm addicted,
That I live my life for you,
I would say they’re right.
As you walked closer to me,
You tilt your head and smile,
Bend down to kiss my forehead,
Some people would say that you too,
Are addicted, they’re right.
1st Place - Ridding Myself of this Addiction by AellaWind
2nd Place: Cinnamon and Diamonds by so-pretty-when-I-cry
3rd Place : I Do Not Stand Aside by :devwith-regards
Contest Details
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem about ADDICTION. You may choose to write about any kind of addiction, please don't feel restricted to drugs, alcohol, etc.
Contest Entries
1. Grudge-Fuck
Damn, can I kiss you long enough
To let the taste linger in my mouth?
Take the scent of me on your
Finger tips with you
You aren’t allowed to forget
As long as I’m suffering
I'm your god-damn souvenir
I’m a stupid little thing
When you’re not around
I’m an empty-headed dreamer
Dreaming of dirty deeds
Getting off on memories
I’m an empty-handed sinner
Pulling my pillows tight
Filling my belly with
Fine chocolates and cheap wine
And you take a cue
When you begin to figure out
In the tone of my voice
That I’ve grown accustomed
To your absence
That I might not want you anymore
When the hunger subsides
When the toe-tapping, nail-biting
Releases me from its grasp
You take a cue and show up
At my door
We are empty-hearted game players
Dealing cards of sweaty skin
Tongues that roam
Skin that prickles when we
Scratch and bite
Get behind me, devil
And keep thrusting
Cause I only feel alive
Underneath the sheets
Underneath your body
Underneath the cloak of night
I don't need no god-damn souvenir
The bruises from our grudge-fuck with suffice
2. Addictive: Your Dance
You might say I’m addicted to you.
I know everything you’ve ever done,
Every move you’re gonna make.
You see, baby, I’m caught in your wake.
I hate your love, your lust, your trust.
I love your passionate anger
I love to feel your hair and skin,
And it wakens something deep within.
Oh god, I’m addicted to your presence
To the very way you move.
I can’t live without the way you dance,
The dangerous way you love to chance.
Oh damn you, because my heart beats fast
Damn you, because my breath is harsh
Damn you bastard, for leaving me behind
Damning you darling, is an act too kind.
Moving fast, moving smooth.
Can’t stand not being close to you.
Addicted to the moves you make.
Oh baby, I’m lost in your wake.
3. Cinnamon and Diamonds
Charcoal strands wave past
pits of hazel diamonds and
embedded marble cinnamon iris.
I make the fuzz smudge
as I run my fingers through the threads.
They are dice rolls of irony that
click and snap in directions,
glazing over your dripping
magma eyeliner features.
Wet wide lips pressed in thoughts,
high in peaks of mountainous horizon
and dragging with sex.
I beg for your arm,
muscle in sun-tainted skin;
velvet mesh of rough exfoliation.
Find me, soul-swimming holes
in the down-casting profiletic shadows
that the gift-bearer gives.
What a grave-digging gentleness of keys
you speak with.
White in pearly amusement, draped
with the flesh of tonic pinks.
Tongue of milligrams,
sessions of kiss-popping addiction.
Feeble in adoration, somehow
their airy heaviness becomes a
weightless mass of tons on my
attrition-victimized system.
I shut down in a seize of overdose,
faint in a withdrawal of stolen
kisses, lodged between soda machines:
leg shaking and music-less dances
on sneaker-screeching tiles.
Warm in your knuckles, I will be
joint-closed, balled in my tone
of ivory angelic curls, and tripping
on the mechanics of my pointlessly
romantic obsession.
4. Vicious Cycle
She's just killing herself from within
She's rotting away from all her sin
She claims it's just a silly addiction
Though, she's just spouting another fiction
She's trying to be something she's not
She's wishes she'd never been caught
She'll always love this chemical immulsion
Sadly, this is but another pointless compulsion
She'll keep her body from mending
She'll never stop the spending
She's ever slowly wasteing away
For her crimes, those who love her will always pay
She can see her death in the futureistic knitting
She can't come close to quitting
She's lost it all in her fall from a good life
Her death above all else, will cut us like a knife
5. I do not stand aside~Luv Mike
The clouds only move this way when I think about you,
They only go so fast when I'm praying
or sipping out of a soda can
the way you used to.
I know,
in the backs of my mind
That you were not much of who you said you were,
and in a way we slipped those secrets,
made it fun.
I remember winter streets,
and I used to say your name over the phone
to my friends.
Far away,
in the city where I lived,
I would think about you ---
And push you in the snow.
I remember watching you,
keeping you warm at night,
I even remember the way your room looked,
the polar bears on your walls.
or the shoebox
by your TV.
You had a beautiful smile
and cold eyes,
and you were so sweet.
I remember a month in
I was looking at you,
The way you shook in the chair
how your eyes fluttered
and your head drooped,
I remember feeling cold
asking you to close the window
being stoned,
and knowing that you were addicted.
I promised you out on the street
in the plaza
anything me and my family could give you,
told you I would stand by you
in anything you'd do
and I have kept my word.
I knew you would go soon.
And I was trying to keep you.
One day
you loosed my arms from me,
and I couldn't move
and made me beg like I was
two again
for you
and I did.
i swallowed pride
and ego
and selfworth
all to see you strive,
and selfishly
just to love you.
You would have no more of me
that I needed you
you pity on me,
And I know you thought I was weak
but I'm not
I know I'm not
And I'd have you know I still love you
if you would hear anything from me.
I know you won't.
You're in my prayers,
~Michael.
6. Love Unconditional
Didn't agree with decisions made.
In the tension I must wade.
My opinion I have submitted.
Standing firm,
strongly committed.
Problems there you cannot discern.
These,
the reason for my concern.
Emotions on high,
egos bruised.
Our friendship now you feel missused.
Tensions high,
running on emotional.
My love still stands unconditional.
You alone can break this addiction.
To find the will,
to have conviction.
Need arises you'll have support.
With not a word,
without retort.
A true friend you'll have in me.
Your place in my heart,
will always be.
7. Beautiful and Perfect
Cutting deep enough to bleed
This poison threatens her existence
Killing what she oughta be
Other than hollow and addicted
Cool cold relief racing down her porcelain veins
But she's got no self respect
All she's got is the pain
Love isn’t what you want, it’s just what you have
Stuck in your lungs like the sediment of every sin
But you keep it inside you and you keep being had
Cause if you quit you’ll have to face the devils within
Black tar tears in eyes of murder
Never meant to feel, You only meant to hurt her
And racing through your heart there’s the same old lie
So beautiful and perfect you want it to die
(I’m ok. . . . I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok. . .)
8. Eden's Epitaph
Pulsating desire forged in wantonness
Distorted. Likened to key turning doorways,
Wrongfully sought.
Direct insolence is but carved out of
Ignorance. Stored, labelled memories, dust trapped
For days rain.
A chance slip. Evolved breeds habit.
Harrowed eyes dulled to fixation.
Evil hunts prey.
Pleasures delighted in, show lucid bright,
A riot of colour, wind tugged and made fast.
In tangible doubt.
Stone edged direction annulled by suspicion.
Jeopardy. Stalked we are razor thin,
Panting for dust.
Now feel the sting of sweet desecration,
Cored apples outer beauty reveals
Edens dark fall.
All that is gold does not glitter, illusion bereft,
Paranoid conscience makes enemies
Amongst friends.
Clinging to barren scapes, empty handed am I,
Hollowed. Rejection in no-mans land found
Slaved unto lies.
Line crossed, hindsight bleakens the prize,
Oh damn'd subtlety! Empty apparition.
Devil laughter companion to tears.
Cruel joke my affliction, in pact my blood sears
Renewed in scorn, my private addiction.
9. Angelic Addictions
Pictures hanging on a wall,
Showings of a bitter fall..
A broken smile upon her face,
An angel fallen from its grace..
A worthy show of beauty,
Such matching the divine..
Obsession now unruly,
Collections over time..
A clip of hair inside a frame,
A golden curl without a name..
Dresses hanging on a rack,
All are hers from front to back..
A man inside the hallway,
Is staring at her face..
Kissing all her fears away,
His heart begins to race..
Addicted to her touch,
He wants her all too much..
He's running out of time,
He's losing the divine..
A keepsake from each visit,
Just one more thing of hers..
But reality it isn't,
And from his dream he stirs..
With his addiction gone,
He now can carry on..
10. It’s Just a Habit
sitting in a toilet cubicle, trousers down,
the blood rushing back from my head,
bass thumps from the party outside.
I bend forwards, eyes on my thighs
and what a surprise, the scars
from my habit are still there
fresh from last week, still red,
seems like much longer in my head.
and I can't remember why any more
my life's got perks galore, and life,
it'd be better without all this gore.
nobody else at the party knows
about the gashed flesh pillars
between my hips and my toes.
I flush, clean up, and go, then
a few seconds later I'm dancing again
as happy as the girl who's number I take
and the night passes with me, solid, smiling,
and perhaps that's the real me,
or perhaps that's who I'm hiding.
either way, I go home after a while
and I wait for the next time.
11. Consumption
The endless delight of consuming with passion
A powder with benefits that are generally subject to doubt
But what is beneficial to all the superficiality of the body
May have quite different and more spectacular effects
On the human psyche and soul
Irrevocably altering all belief in the cessation of life
Nothing is ever certain, least of all the continuation of life
Perhaps the energy wasted is not the best application of passion
What can be done to prevent the youth who so frequently doubt
Experienced elders even those with sins of flesh and body
Especially those with sins who have fallen prey to its effects
The immunity of youth never to heed weaknesses of the soul
The body hides, the fragility of the soul
When the vital youth is betrayed there is no chance of life
Too many hours in pursuit of cocaine, a masquerade of false passion
To encourage the dangerous obsession, which is (there is no doubt)
A habit formed – malignant, yet welcomed ravages upon the body
and They carry the polliniferous whiteness to such an effect
That the bodies are zombified because of a drug’s effect
they stumble around mindlessly, a veil over the soul
All chances concealed beneath the wispy layer of life
That shields them from the truth that would so destroy their passion
They are now the same as their fears, everything they used to doubt
Nothing in the future; just a pale heart still ticking in the remnants of a body
It was just pleasure, silken in its caress as it washed through the body
Such a satin-encased poison, such a subtly sweet effect
An explosion of such sweet ecstasy touching both body and soul
The powder carefully eats away at all their productive life
All is left is the artificial passion
Of a life destroyed, an empty shell filled of doubt
A sultry girl is offered a white powder, but she conceals all doubt
Her chest heaves seductively as pure passion caresses her body
No reason to believe the statistics, not with such a cadenced effect
Another of the awakened, the many who live without a soul
One of those using technicolour in a black-and-white life
Body consumed, life consumed, there is only the passion
The pure white powder, concocted for hot passion
The statistics paint it shocking; the users are amongst those who doubt
But there for all is the feel of cocaine overwhelming a body
12. Ridding Myself of this Addiction
Will you enfold me within your arms,
and promise to never let me go?
I promise I'll never let you go.
The sun is setting into the ocean of my heart,
and the red-orange rays are fading into blue.
Thoughts of you stay strong, they won't fade;
It's like I'm drinking coffee with sugar-
Too strong. Too strong.
You're more than just caffeine, darling.
It's like you're a cigarette,
and I'm forever craving your touch
so my lips can let out a sigh of relief, blissful relief.
Did you know- I'm emotionally dependent on you.
Every little glance you shot her, every little hug-
It tears my heart into a million pieces. Again and again.
I feel suffocated, like there's stones pressed
right onto my chest; I can barely breathe.
You're like my air and I need to see you. I need to,
but you've gone to care for your own happiness.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Oh dear, the cardiac monitor
is flatlining. Hold your breath. I'm losing mine.
I love you so much, too much, it'll be the death of me.
Change my oxygen supply; I want to live
(even if it means a life without you.)
I promised I wouldn't let you go.
Promises were made to be broken.
It hurts to hold on and know you're not always there,
because one day you'll come back one second too late,
and I'll have choked on your air supply.
13. Addicted to the Past
Milk spilled and wiped away, but
Never from my memory.
I pass through each single day,
Living on our history.
I remember us last May
Tangled limbs, mugs empty.
Breakfast, we had fish fillet
And for lunch, it was pastry.
I'm addicted to the past,
Addicted to the love we had.
It passed me by way too fast,
You are still the perfect lad.
I'm addicted to the past,
Addicted to the joy I had.
14. Addiction
Need more
gotta have it
backwards,
my underwear’s
on backwards,
granola bar maybe
5 or 6 then
where do I go again?
Big rectangle
teaches me how to
live without it,
how to get a
job to pay for it,
once I’m a working
man ladies will
come through the
haze and drive their sparkling spikes through me and it will be good because I have all I
need.
Powders, dusts
like in the hallway,
tried some once
people laughed
at me, their laughter
sounded nice
but almost broke my
head. Burning little
sticks like the ones
that beat on the
snakeskin like an
Arab prisoner of war,
but these are tan
and mine aren't
yet, but they will be
once I light up and
control the world, my IDE to pull things apart with my all-knowing
gaze.
Won’t make it
gotta have it
backwards,
my life’s on
backwards, I’m
almost a lawyer
because it’s three
weeks until the prom
that I’ll miss,
studying hard
to pay for my
thrills that keep me above the ground otherwise I’m buried in headaches and papers and –
rehab.
15. A Penguin Named Crystal
“Hands are made for fucking,”
Said the penguin with a smile.
Despite the leaf
Caught in his teeth
From the tree they called denial.
For even now the penguin
Is floating on thin ice
Which he smokes
As another jokes
Perhaps once or twice.
But of course the ice was gone;
You see, he smoked it all,
Which quickly left
Glass lack bereft
Of figures standing tall.
It must be said, I think to say,
There is no sadder sight
Than the shining glass
Lacking crystal mass:
An empty bulb or pipe.
And then the penguin went to sleep
With visions in his head
Of how to stop
And how to drop
Slowly and quickly dead.
16. hunger
go on, go on
shovel it down
with all your might
chew, chew, chew
with all you are
until you can't feel the pain any more
& it all becomes a pretty haze
& you are snuggly and warm.
&, &
& when that nasty old monster
rears his ugly head again
go on, you can do it
pack it back
it'll make you feel so much better
keep going
'til the pain is no more...
17. Love Junkie
Creeping closer I draw in her scent
Thrilling, intoxicating, heaven sent.
I drink in the tender curves of her body
That beautiful, arousing figure eight
Perfectly rounded hips and
The bold red addictive lips.
Bending to kiss them I groan
Tasting her love, feeling it fill me up
The world's greatest aphrodisiac
Take it once and you'll never go back,
Shady promises in the backstreets of my soul.
It comes free until you're hooked
Then the price, a rose, dinner, diamonds
Pay it or the supply is cut off.
Still she sleeps, I shiver from lust and withdrawal
To the fridge unsteadily I stumble, almost fall.
Taking a white powdered slice of cake for my love munchies
Two tiny figures watch disaproving from a white dusted paradise
I shrug off their animosity, I am stuck in it till dead
Shown by the gold ring on my finger, the poppies on my head
A long term Love Junkie.
18. Hooked on you
Drugged by your love
Overdosed
Addicted
Jonesing for my next fix of your pleasure,
I shake and shiver, never finding solace.
Time crawls along, dragging me forward,
While I scratch and claw, trying to hold on.
Fixed by your tricks
Satiated
Afflicted
Feeling your passion run through my veins,
As our bodies connect and collide.
Ecstasy, sweat, sounds of delight,
Pulsating, echoing my satisfaction.
Hooked by your lust
Hooked on desire
Hooked by loneliness
Hooked on you
19. Addiction
I saw you today,
Walking down the street,
My eyes following your every step,
My heart skipping beats,
With every step closer to me.
It's hard to explain,
The feelings I have for you,
Some people would say I'm addicted,
That I live my life for you,
I would say they’re right.
As you walked closer to me,
You tilt your head and smile,
Bend down to kiss my forehead,
Some people would say that you too,
Are addicted, they’re right.
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