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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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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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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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'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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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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Whatever you make it
Love is a game
My love game is sick
I'll have you fallin' quick
Love causes pain
Let my love take your heart
aching pain away
Love is heartbreaking
Trust that i wont break
Your heart only protect it
So can you feel this love connection
Love is a long-term commitment
Forever toghter you and me
Love is an addiction
Your addiction is my love
My love is a drug
A drug you can't get enough of
Love is time-consuming
So be patient with me
Love is real
If you find the right person to love
Love can be fake
When you're in lust
Fall to fast and become lost
With the wrong one
Love is whatever you make it
poem by Diara Armstead
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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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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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You know what
You know what, you can't guess how much I love you!
My mind has become a mosque to pray for you!
You’ve become my mind’s addiction,
You’ve become my eyes’ addiction!
My life was a desert without love,
I ran after the mirage a lot
To quench the thirst for my sweetest love!
Then you have come in my life
Like the clouds of monsoon rain
And painted my mind
With colors of love!
poem by Asif Andalib
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I'm not addicted to nicotine, so why do I have to participate in your drug addiction
Will You Be There
I'm lying beside you just thinking about us
Too tired to go to sleep and too much in love
I know i'm crazy but i can't close my eyes
I'm scared you won't be there in the morning when i rise
Will you be there?
Who do you dream about are you alone in your sleep?
To who will you reach out?
Oh, let it be me
Oh baby, you're my obsession, my addiction, my drug
Don't want to be without you when i wake up
Will you be there in the morning, will you be there when i want you?
Will you be there when i wake up, oh i need you to be there in the morning
Will you be there?
Well, you're so close to me but i feel so alone
The more i touch you the more i want
Don't know what to do about me loving you but i pray to god that you feel it too
You're my obsession, my addiction, my drug, so let the candle grow into a great fire of love
Will you be there in the morning, will you be there when i want you?
Will you be there when i wake up?
I need you to be there in the morning!
I wanna love you forever,
Don't want a love that's now or never
Can't you see you got me down on the floor.
I want more more!
Will you be there in the morning, will you be there when i want you?
Will you be there when i wake up?
Will you be there in the morning?
Will you be there?
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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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It's all taken hold of me
My eyes are heavy
full of sleep
my tears twinkle
when i weep
my face is pale
my lips are blue
i am who i am
i just wish i were you
my obsession with depression
has taken its hold
my addiction to self infliction
has taken its toll
i watch my blood trickle down the drain
i feel relieved from my pain
i hate my life
carved into my arm with a knife
once again my worries wouldnt fade away
and i dream one day will be a better day
so here i am
half one in the morning
25 years and far too many tears
and already depression has taken its hold
25 years
not many stories to be told
i think its fair to say
its time for my hand to fold.
poem by Ian Humphreys
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It's an addiction... and addiction is something I should know something about.
quote by Keith Richards
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My fight for my life!
My Eyes Are Heavy,
Full Of Sleep,
My Tears Twinkle,
When I Weep,
My Face Is Pale,
My Lips Are Blue,
My Obsession With Depression,
Has Taken Hold,
My Addiction To Self Infliction,
Is Getting Worse,
I Watch My Blood Role Down The Drain,
I Feel Relive In My Pain,
I Hate This Life,
As I Carved This Word Into My Arm
With A Knife,
Once Again My Worries Fade,
And I Dream Of a Better Day,
So Here I Am,
Half One In The Morn,
Fourteen Years And To Many Tears,
Already The Depression Has Taken Hold,
Fourteen Years,
Not Many Stories To Be Told,
But The Depression Has the Hold.
poem by Anna Reeves
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The Lust For Power Is An Addiction
The lust for power is an addiction the Government their own praises do sing
And rubbish their main opposition as to Government they try to cling
The voters bombarded with propaganda right up until election day
The true fact of all politicians is they seldom do mean what they say
The winners take all of the glory and the winners they do celebrate
The prize it is great and worth lying for that's how they feel those who wish to rule the State
The lust for power is an addiction and not a harmless addiction 'twould seem
Without such power some people feel worthless and suffer of low self esteem
Some people become so power hungry that power to their egos is fuel
They feel it is their right to Govern that they have been born to rule
The Opposition as bad as the Government they too want power in the worst way
Any respect to their political opponents they have no desire for to pay
It is all about power and their egos power to them is the best thing of all
Their pride to them is all that matter though pride it can come before a fall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I love making people laugh. It's an addiction and it's probably dysfunctional, but I am addicted to it and there's no greater pleasure for me than sitting in a theater and feeling a lot of people losing control of themselves.
Hands of Time
Time is my drug, my addiction.
Tick toc, tick toc, tick toc.
I am running out, I panic!
I steal some from another.
Not knowing how much they have,
But still trying to add to my own lot.
There is never enough.
Always wanting more.
Waste mine, utilize another's.
Yet mine is more valuable?
At least that's what I think.
But really, I don't think.
I am just another thief.
Until it is another that steals mine from me.
I then realize the value of the currency.
If I share it, it cannot be stolen from me.
My investment grows.
As I invest mine in another,
Many begin to invest in me.
For now, it is no longer an addiction.
It is now my conviction.
I have let my hands become,
The hands of time.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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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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In Need of a Smothered Cuddle
You seek to establish a shoulder free to weep on.
And those traps may offer comfort to some.
But those accustomed to running...
Are not the bleeders on the sleeve type.
Prepared they are to stumble.
And not afraid to live life without a safety net.
My guess would be you'd feel threatened,
By the expression of weakness...
You perceive is in need of a smothered cuddle.
One that is kept discreet in secret addiction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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