It sort of feels like what’s blurry is real,
roses and death’s-head moths breeding.
Oh magic mirror hanging on the wall,
please rid my mind of contamination.
Thick fog creates distorted verities.
Right becomes left and left is now right.
I must win this fight, confusion is war.
Second guesses, incomplete sentences
on purpose an important bite left out.
In a flat spin with your hands held up,
it sort of feels like what’s blurry is real.
Right becomes left and left is now right,
without a compass I’m completely lost.
Magic mirror allow me to see my path.
Better yet leave my future scrambled,
there’s an addictive quality to chance.
Yes its now confirmed
By the shaking hands
And sweat covered brow
I'm addicted
Cant get my fix
I've tried and tried
I'm almost going out of my mind
I'm addicted
Don't know if there is rehab
Or any help groups
Cant tell my friends
I'm addicted
So hurry up and comment
Get your act together
I cant cope when you don't read
I'm addicted.
I am an equinox of repentance
glinting base metal
upon arrival
already disappearing into time
reacting at my core
when exposed
to your mere existence
what am I?
surely changed
most definitely longing
distilled upon entanglement
willing to destabilise
whenever you wish
foremost ~
addicted to your alchemy
orbiting
until * *
I'm too fragile to reform *
s c a t t e r i n g into stardust *
to gaze upon you * *
from a billion vantage points *
for a trillion years *
until I once again settle
in your domain
willing for completion
The air stirred
Just enough to hold my attention
An eerie warning
A subtle summons
No hint of witch or wizard
The subtlety of a sensuous
Mortar and pestle
Drifting through the room
Crushing my resistance
Seeking the presence
Of unknown feelings
The air swirled
Easing my resistance
Succumbing to her wiles
Captured within her aura
I rose to greet her
Somehow
I had become
Addicted to your alchemy
Fan in close proximity to my breast
Large and tinted pink
You drink in my dance of squirming
You love how I wear my abash
My heartbeat upon my face
You see it…you feel it
You’re in the shadows
I’m haunted by your presence
yet, I’m “addicted to your alchemy”
the outcome of which frightens me
I can’t see your face but I know
that you’re more handsome than anyone
has a right to be…confident that you are
painted upon the pages of history
Nameless…faceless entity
You slay me
I faint under your thumb that snaps me
as I pose on the love seat
Why can’t I run
Why don’t I
Are you a phantom…I fathom
you’re wrapped in black silk
from head to toe
I’ll grab my cross, you must know
This boy’s addicted to rhyme
He does it all the time
With pen and paper
He can’t stop this caper
From the ridiculous to the sublime.
I was on the verge of total annihilation
So it was time to get some rehabilitation
Can’t believe it was a doctor that got
me addicted
That’s something I would have never
predicted
Before I realized it I had lost all control
My free will, it had definitely stole
I was tired of being alone and
disconnected
Praying for my life to be resurrected
I got down on my hands and knees
Begging that I could beat this
disease
I was so far gone, I had nothing
to give
But I kept pushing forward cause I
wanted to live
For so many years I lived a life of
oppression
Getting sober is now my new obsession
Tough letting go of what I thought
was my identity
Now I’m one step closer to finding
true serenity
I would never be able to understand a cutters concept
Just for that adrenaline rush it's the pain they accept
But I think I got the hint with my dealings with you
That same rush of pain through the things that we do
We drive each other crazy mentally and emotionally
You're a harmful drug but instead I want you close to me
I'm addicted to pain because I keep coming back
Much like that drug addict looking for crack
The emotional turmoil of you changing your mind
Or your spontaneous movements from time to time
That pain I gain when I see that you're feeling down
Trying to help alleviate it is why i stick around
It must be an addiction for me not to give out
Having human addictions is what this is about
Relationships and drugs can be looked at the same way
Depending on how much contact with them from day to day
No one likes needles but enjoy the after affect
I love making up but I don't like when you're upset
Now I understand the statement "Pick your poison"
I think that's what happen the day you were chosen
Forever craving you from deep within
Often I vision your lips on my dark chocolate skin
The love I feel for you is not a sin
It’s not a game that’s played to win
When I look into your seductive eyes
I see a man of truth; not lies
We're living on a beautiful island in paradise
Enjoying the sunset and the clear blue skies
I love how you massage my body from head to toe
I just couldn't wait to let you know
You continually bring out a spark in me
And it's evident that the two of us are meant to be
You’re like coffee that gets me addicted
If love was a crime I would have been convicted
You are the every beat of my heart
I’m dangerously in love with you from the start
I want to experience something new
And it begins with me and you
Let’s make love like we never did before
But first; put the lock on the door
I’m going to romance you all night long
You’ll see how much you and I belong
I love you so much
Which is why I wrote you a love song
My love for you could never go wrong.
A sexaholic
I am under a dark spell
I enjoy the pain
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 change
Just crossed that fine line
Between ok & insane
Is it really trying if I don't really try?
Just complain & cry & ask God why?
No effort put into it..
...one day I'll quit..
.....maybe
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
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
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 here I lie, scarred and decayed,
Wishing I never found the blade.
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, your hugs, your moans, and your touch
With you baby I promise there's never a such thing as loving too much
The reaction my heart and body gives to you let's me know I'm in this shi way to deep
You got me feeling like if this a dream please don't wake me just let me seep
Deeper in this make believe world where it's just only you and me
You give me that feeling of sincere happiness and I'm not talking make believe.
You motivate me and got me bringing out talents
I didn't know I had.
That's why I'm addicted to your energy, your rare vibe, and I'm on you bad.
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