Addiction
I have an addiction
that eats away at me
sadly there is no medical cure
for the habit that I have.
I have to feed its hunger everyday,
I tried to go cold turkey
and almost succeeded once
and stopped for almost seven years,
but its hunger kept breaking through.
Finally, I got to grips with myself
and said enough is enough
I am going to let my addiction go.
It was not that easy to break free
of something you have had
for almost half a century.
I had to try I said to myself
before it takes over my life itself.
Just as I was about to put
the last nail in its coffin
it escaped and got free.
Free to enslave me once again
to do its bidding.
I have given up now
to its craving of paper and pen
and to do its dance again and again.
What am I addicted too?
If by now you have not guessed,
my addiction must be pretty weak
as I am addicted to writing
at least one thing everyday.
poem by David Harris
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My Addiction
My addiction
It is a story of my addiction
Loved her a lot
Cared a lot
However, everything I do for her, never seems perfect
I am truly alone and not even my addiction is with me anymore
She is so far away, that her presence I cannot even feel
I am addicted to her
However, she is not addicted to me
Since, she can live without me
Love, seems good in stories
Although, in reality love pains and does make one bleed
Tears of joy always fade away
Sorrow creeps in life
To be honest I feel so empty without you
Although, reaching out to you is impossible
Earlier, I tried my best
To impress you, I did everything
However, you are my addiction, which is out of my reach
All that I can do is weep and weep
Even then, you will never be mine.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The addiction
The addiction to writing
Is worse than drug
Addiction to
shabu
Or marijuana
You want solitude
You do not talk
You shy away from friends
And your wife
Misunderstands your silence
As coldness of a lover
“Do you still love me? ”
it is worse
there is no hospital for writers
there are no rehabilitation centers
where they diagnose
you for an addiction for a certain
precise disease
why this man prefers solitude
why he does not dance
why he does not talk anymore
there is no drug prescribable
to this addiction
there is no doctor
there is no cure
meanwhile the symptoms keep
manifesting
looking beyond the window in deep thought
sleeping late and waking earlier than usual
He lives too far from everybody
Kin, friends, lovers, and country
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Addiction
I don't drink
I don't smoke
Drugs are an
Absolute No.
So you must be
Thinking I've
No addiction.
Right?
No Babe,
Abso
Wrong!
I'm addicted
To you,
My love
What greater
Addiction
Do I need
Than being
Hopelessly
Helplessly,
In love with you
Endlessly…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My Bad Habit
I said I would change
Make things different this time
Change my ways
Change my habits
My bad habit
But I seem so addicted
Your my addiction
Which is so wrong
Cause there is no cure
No recovery
Even relocation won’t help
Death would be my solution...?
Your like my next ‘fix’
When I wake
During my day
When I fall asleep
I am restless...edgy without it
Your my bad habit
I said I would change
I need to change
Cause death can’t be it
I just need to control it
Every time I see you
Every time I talk to you
Every time you touch me
Every time you near me
Everyday I miss you
(c Leasel Martins
poem by Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins
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Convenience
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience to have someone there.
To hear breathing the air.
As if the company kept...
Communicated with chemistry.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
It occurred to me,
To you I was just something to do.
And that wasn't done,
Seriously.
Even together,
You preferred to play hide and seek.
And I discovered,
I want and need love.
And when you left that feeling stayed.
Then I knew what you gave,
Was not love.
But a game to be played.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience that eventually,
Faded.
After the quick and ease of preparation,
Left immediately upon its release.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addiction
I'm addicted to drink,
But I'm more addicted to you,
Whatever you think!
When you smile
Time and the whole world stop for a while,
You wipe away my tears
Much better than a thousand beers!
You are my heroine much more than heroin
Could ever be. Yes, that's the mess I'm in,
I'd rather do cold turkey
Than miss your friendship for a day.
You don't believe me?
Well, okay
I'll throw my drink and drugs away,
But in return
I need the love for which I yearn!
You won't accept this deal,
But I want to be sure you know how I feel,
It isn't fiction
But a very deep and lasting addiction
That nobody can heal,
However fat and foolish I may be,
This love is real.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Addiction of a poet
Addiction of a poet
~
The dull ache persists
a disquiet longing
the opium of my words
knowing only silence
leaves me feverish
the addiction of it
draws every breath
anxiety, confusion
eyes lost into a gaze
the urge, desire to write
to feed upon again
the opium of my words
to satisfy this hunger
and break down the wall
which blocks creation
still the ache lingers
unnecessary
I must write
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Kill Me With Your Kiss
Once is all it takes to get that toxic addiction..
I wanna feel your kiss, just crush me,
And break me apart.
That addictive taste always gets my heart
And won’t let me escape,
Blow that kiss that leaves me gasping
One more time.
Let me feel that lighting, strike me,
And knock me out
She broke off the addiction and took off
I wanna feel your game, just crush me,
And break me down.
She got messed up downtown
And addicted to drugs,
Blow that kiss that gets me dehydrated
One last time.
Let me feel those lips, light me,
And burn me down
I wasted all of my life
To feel your kiss, just crush me,
And disintegrate me
Sher wanted to get me again with that kiss
And kill me,
Blow that kiss that leaves me thirsty
And restrain my mind.
Let me feel that kiss, contaminate me,
And take me down
poem by Aiden Florence
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Outside Enclosed Fences
It takes curiosity,
To break free from restricting limits.
It takes a willingness to investigate,
One's difference continually mentioned.
With a hunger to comprehend,
Why are those programmed with mindsets...
Affixed to conditions and quick to defend them
When many are observed to be accepting,
Of rituals affecting them but making less sense.
And those addicted to this environment,
Become offended by the ones...
With experiences outside enclosed fences.
More obvious it is...
Are these acts of self-defeat fed to feed to addict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm not addicted to nicotine, so why do I have to participate in your drug addiction
Got It Easy Free to Love
We've got it easy free to love.
But people choose their enemies.
Some people say they pray to God,
But continue searching to welcome defeats.
And many everyday lose faith,
Craving temptations they can not leave.
With teasing done by limitations plentiful.
That keeps the pleading daily addicted,
On roughened hands and bruised up knees.
We've got it easy free to love.
But people choose their enemies.
Some people say they pray to God,
But continue searching to welcome defeats.
With a hunting for them on urban streets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Addiction To Write
THIS is my addiction: to write
my failure: sometimes i write without a direction
and my success: i am writing about everything
that happened here
without missing a thing
thru symbols and signs
when things i met are unbearable
thru stories to illustrate what
misery have others inflicted upon others
and themselves
thru poems that can speak what i do not wish
to tell you
this is my addiction: writing without a purpose
except to spend time with you
descriptive and not judgmental
letting the hours go and not imprisoning them in the
cells of my mind
accepting the fact that i am as insignificant as you
that we pass this way
and we do not really know where we are finally going
we hope that this is not just this
but that there is something beyond
we suspect but we kill it
we live each moment and so we live without fear
we are here because we are here
we step upon a path because it is a path
we think we think we always do this thinking
and it must not be for nothing
we think, we think.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Addiction
If I am taffy
pull me,
stretch me.
If I am honey
taste me.
Take me for Chocolate
and savor me.
I see You
like ice cream
in summer.
I feel you
like an open window
blowing
summer breezes
into the bedroom.
I feel everything
and that is the part
I allow my self
for the first
time with you.
You're my addiction.
I am addicted to feeling
good with you.
And too,
I can feel you
enjoying me;
Additive We.
.
So I let you
eat as much as you like
I like to feel your hunger
for me.
You can drink as much as you like
from me
my bottomless well.
Humm, ,
ok, so that is the way it is.
I like it.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Need To Feel You Near
Do you stay with a craving...
That is a hunger for me?
And,
Is this...
Just more than a 'fling'?
And is it...
More than midnight 'thing',
Between...
You.and me,
To be?
Is it...
Just more than a 'fling'?
And is this...
More than midnight 'thing',
Between...
You.and me?
Do you stay,
With a hunger for me?
And...
Do you crave,
A taste to treat to feed,
From me...
Everyday?
Or...
Is this,
What I hope to see?
I'm the one who needs you...
Breathing on me.
And...
Touching my skin.
with a warmth that never ends.
And....
Am I the one who needs you,
More than I'm wishing...
You wont let go once you know.
Do you crave,
A tasty treat from me everyday?
And do you....
Stay with a hunger this way,
Just for me.
Do you stay with a craving...
That is hunger for me?
And,
Is this...
More than a midnight 'thing'.
'Cause....
I need to feel,
You touching me.
And I need to feel,
You breathing...
On my skin.
I need to feel,
You touching me.
And I need to feel,
You breathing.
And...
On my skin.
I need to feel you near and breathing...
On my skin.
I need to feel your touching to breathe,
On my skin.
I need to feel you touching,
On my skin.
I need to know that feeling here,
Next to me.
I need to know it and to have it here,
Next to me.
Next to me.
Next to me,
I need to know it and to have it here...
Next to me.
I need to know it with you showing it,
Next to me.
Next to me.
Next to me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tied By The Wrists To A Pity Pit
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Stretched beyond imagination,
People wish they could elope with their hopes.
At the end of slipping twisting ropes...
And blowing in a wind that shifts.
Picked and tossed across a river like a pebble.
And not making a ripple or a dent.
Hoping that a simple skip will give them a lift.
But that lift to them aint been sent to benefit.
People feel today they are weak and feeble.
With down cast eyes in cracks and ruts.
And no one seems to want to give that up!
But...
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
Tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
And...
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Oh...
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
And...
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Existing everyday to be defeated and licked.
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
As if convicted accepting of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love's Addiction
To your love,
You really got me addicted,
Like I never predicted...
I thought it was a blessing from above,
But, by leaving me alone,
In me, a big wound you inflicted
Leaving me dried and cold like a stone...
Things were so different
When you were around,
When you were so near,
Feeling so secure and without fear...
Thinking about a love so different
I thought I finally found...
Now, alone, my shaking body,
Asks for you in the middle of the night,
When I don't know where you are...
I ask the moon or any star
Of you, to find. I might...
So, to my frighten body
I can give an honest response
While listening to another song...
Brokenhearted now,
No knowing which is worse:
The medication or the decease
Now, stuck with a prescription,
That already expired,
And can no longer be refilled,
I find myself, getting old and tired...
Dealing everyday with my addiction
And the true love for you, I still feel...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Harder Than A Coffin Nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Bend the heaven up into hell
Harden than a coffin nail
Hahahahahaha
Harden than a coffin nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Hahahaha
Harden than a coffin nail
Hahahahaha
Harden than a coffin nail
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Through The Fire...
Ever thought of a sentence
that you immediately just shot directly at the book
The pen is the sword
Piercing the paper
Through the fire
Against the human soul
Digging deep and penetrating
Your soul
My soul
Circulating words
taking over the position
of my hot blood
As the pen keeps writing
It is an Addiction
When you stick, stab, and pierce the body
at each stroke
The human addiction of writing
The souls..
Feelings and Inner thoughts
Thoughts that can kill the human flesh
through the flames of fire
Would you decide to get through the fire or continue my story?
poem by Sophanie Occean
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Charlie Rose Has a Chuckle
Being almost television addiction free
Even the Conventions I limited
To the speeches of Obama and McCain
There is the exception of the Charlie Rose show
Which steers much more than the movies I elect not to see.
It is the style of television that I hope will keep us free.
If vigilance for our freedom will yet be
It is the thing that makes us worthy of its keeping.
poem by Bill Grace
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Drugs are merely the most obvious form of addiction in our society. Drug addiction is one of the things that undermines traditional values.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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