Addicted Poems

Stuck on Repeat

Livin like I'm on the streets 
Kuz I'm just too beat
My life never been sweet
Been a rough f*kn road since day one
Can't even pretend this is fun
This run is way over done
But the double yellow lines & no shoulder 
Got me stuck in this lane
It's f*kn lame
I dream about boring and plain 
Begging for a

The Addicted

Our lives blown like a hurricane 
Scattered pieces 'cross our world's domain 
We've sworn to Christ in Jesus name 
I've wondered if everyone's stems like mine 
Like grapes bunched on a twisted vine

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He Decides to Stay Addicted

Pink opiate at breakfast
Two blues at lunch
A tiny green pill at break
Druggie? Just a hunch

Easily addicted
His choices now conflicted
The highs are great, the lows not so bad
He decides to stay addicted, my cousin Chad

Addicted

The black rose, oh so beautiful,
A source of comfort yet so bitterful.
As I clutch on tightly, the thorns pierce me deeply.
The pain, so fierce, yet I hold on so,
For the comfort it brings is so overwhelming I cant let go.
The blood that stains my arms a rusty red, a reminder of a love so dead.
Now

I’m addicted

Im addicted to your energy and your raw rare vibe
Like, you give me that don't want to come down never ending high
The rareness and the realness in you is mainly what I peep
But it's your masculinity and the way you make me want to bow down that got me weak Im addicted to your kisses,

SpearWife

The truth was
left lying...
Somewhere within the 
duration of our comfortable
silence.

I can taste all of my 
unshed tears, 
as the gift of fluidity 
in the language of love
and violence.

Solutions tear at me and
drag me under as
I pull away from the 
foreign sense of inner purity,

and as I become lost in 
contrast, and my 
insights blind, I
become

i'm addicted to females

.

if they're from a country other than usa though
                 they'll have to have 
                         

Addicted

I'm addicted  to the sound of 
 Of silence 
Like the wind blowing on cold morning 
 Oho yes !!!
I'm addicted 
If words would define what this is  it wouldbe just  total ??silence ??
.
I'm addicted 

 I'm addicted 
Like a poet addicted 
To metaphors and rhymes  that 
Are line to lyrical

Addicted

Need another hit of my poetic fix
Eyes red bleeding from reading
I am a little better or worse
Than a drug addicted person 
Could be me but I like pipe dreams
Poetry streaming 
Kisses are from the ceiling fan
Blowing on typing hands
Could this be my red romance 
Fact or fiction driven by diction

In my mind I am on

Where The Problem Lies

I should never have loved in inequality.
I should never have allowed 
my heart to take the bait
of loving someone as beautiful as you.

But damn it, love is blind!
I suppose it’s by design
for, had I to do it all over again
I must admit 
I would love you
all over again
knowing…
that you can’t be loved.

Addicted kiss

Addicted to your kiss 
passions fire runs through my veins 
till our last embrace

Addicted to Love

Wrong or right, darling, you are the one!
Your willing slave am I, with nowhere to run.
The fullness of life with you just blooms, 
As I saunter our sparkling, marbled, rooms.
This slave will always belong only to you!

Wrong or right, how can this possibly be?
That those sparkling eyes, hold me so captively.
But, being so lost in

Addiction, Addicted to

Addiction is not a pretty word
But when it accompanies love
It has a different connotation
I want to add love to addiction
Or augment addiction to love
To make things sweeter, my Lord.

I learned not to be addicted to no one
But it is alright to be addicted to God
But it is fine to be addicted to love
Love is a

Addicted

I can not shake this feeling 
There something I need to do 
I don’t think I can get through the day 
If I don’t have you 

You’ve become my only outlet 
To release me from the pain 
The only way I can de-stress 
To disconnect my brain 

I may be over thinking 
I’m trying to

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