Addicting Poems

Anxiety The Monster

Anxiety consumes.
IT eats
And IT eats
devouring,
until the only substance left is drool.
A drool so cold and numb,
one could say IT hurts.
IT dribbles down the brain 
looking at memories,
looking at moments,
ripping them and moving to the next.
IT leaves IT'S exhausting trail while going back to IT'S hiding place. 
In the back of the mind IT sits, getting hungry. The anguish is almost addicting.
One more thought circles back and once again anxiety pounces,
always hungry,
always empty,
never satisfied.

The Serpent's Night

The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school, 
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around 
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun, 
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled. 
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing

I Could

I could write of stellar 
skies -- Really I could!
Could write of lozenge
moons~ of over-saturated 
beams, arriving and departing,
concentrates of extra sweetened, 
totally addicting, poetically
whipped creams: 

(unfold, eerie immaterial, cobwebby 
tightly creased seams, of long 
seeming ever taboo gleams -- )

I could write...really I could!
compose glitter, like diamonds,
a huge, full jar -- Aladdin Stories,
fantastical adventures from romantic
afar -- I could strum a string strung
between, distant star and my near,
dear, sparkly guitar -- 

rather savor your toffee lips
chocolate licks like a Mar's Bar....

Favorite actors, aging

Inspired by the YouTube’s videos

I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger when

So pensive, humbling and revealing
The glory past and fame archived
Age catches up, ain’t no concealing
And none of it can be revived

Those shows - naïve, addicting, funny
Or maybe serious and sad
The days one hasn’t had much money
Yet better-looking, girl or lad

The stunning beauties, macho fellas
They shined so brightly on the screens
We watched them, feeling slightly jealous
Uncrowned princes, lords and queens

Time has no mercy, twisting faces
And gruesome copies all is left
It slowly goes through the paces
Keeps us uneasy and bereft

Why do the actors age so oddly?
Me? I’m the same as ever been
To perish thought, dismissing broadly
The glaring truth, which isn’t sin

We gaze, but what’s the image here?
Not them. It’s us, the way we were
If you’re a woman – shed a tear
If you’re a man – go feel a stir

November 2, 2024

Energy Overload

Colors of orange and blue,

Cascading through,

A calm and pleasant,

Balancing hue.

The pleasure running through me,

Can very easily,

Take control of me,

Stealing our energy.

Creativity falls below,

Disrupting the flow.

Then duality,

Throws another blow.

Emotions start to grow,

Into an energy overload,

I'm about to explode.

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A sensual anxiety,

Is objectifying society.

All pleasure and aggression,

Our constant obsession,

And not learning the lessons.

Creating a fantasy,

To escape from reality.

Clinging to everything,

Cause feeling is addicting.

A Mind so numb,

You'll feel like quitting.

Rigid, detached,

The Coaster's fallen off track.

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There's been a set back,

Take a step back.

Fade to black,

And attack.

Adapt,

You're not trapped.

Utilize its energy,

to Strengthen your ability,

Your sensory receptivity,

Growing emotional stability,

And increasing agility.

Flow, and flexibility,

Guiding the body.

Now flowing freely,

through the complexity,

Of the Third Density.

Sonnet 12: Fire of the Soul Part II

The light was burning inside of me for eternity!
It has! felt like a flame burning when I was born.
What is an eternity?
Is it a time limit in the end we can mourn?

You are there, and I am here.
Fiction is the new belief!
Is this how we both ended up here?
Your addicting warmth is my relief!

The people persecuted you and wanted to lock you in a cell far from my reach!
You will never be in a cell since you are a spirit.
My will runs to you even if the walls need a person to take it in a breach!
My curiosity is driven by you; therefore, I am a spirit.

You are always on a roll!!
The spirit of my soul!

Cigarettes

Addicting cancer sticks

Safeguard Bob and Wheel

Slow down
your sweet mellow embrace;
Falling for you I drown,
my pulse just starts to race;
Let me run your playground;

I swing 
through your mind and whisper 
“You are so addicting.”
A full body shiver 
uncontrolled and shaking;

So hard 
I just can’t seem to stop;
Safe within that backyard 
moaning from your hilltop;
My soul I must safeguard.

Adding My Rhubarb To the Bowl

There's something going on around here, something special. 
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted!  I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not. 

I hope it appeases you all...

Sincerely, 
PS member

Eros

Your golden arrows pierced my heart
Is this a curse or an answer to my pleas? 
Maybe this is amusing to you, turning me into Echo
Laughing at me from above, as I repeat sweet praises to him
Watching him from afar
Knowing that if I take one more step further, our world will collapse

Why did you do this to me, oh sweet Eros?
Did I do something to cause your wrath?
Is there a reason for my suffering?
Why am I cursed to forever love a man who will never love me?
The arrow, that curse that pierced through my heart, is still there
I cannot pull it out, I cannot get rid of it no matter how much I try
This painful, stabbing heartbreak that is so intoxicating, so addicting 
Will it always linger and fester until my demise, until I shatter along with my heart?

I listen to him list out his flaws
My only thoughts being;
“I love you, every single part of you
Don’t you see what I see?”
I’ll always be there for him, admiring him from afar
Telling him my truths, my poetic tributes
Until I disappear and only the echo of my voice will be left
Whispering my love for him from far off

Flow State

It’s hard to describe the feeling 
of capturing that spark;
The zing there are no words for 
that thing that makes you write;

I get inspired by creating, 
I’m awestruck by a new definition;
The flow state is addicting,
delivering me to zen;

It’s a soft touch on scabbed skin 
healing better than a band aid;
The emotional ointment 
that gets my voice flowing again;

I get inspired by creating,
 awestruck by a new definition;

It’s a new school spin on a classic,
something never done before;
The groundbreaking revolutionary 
that leaves you renewed and inspired;

That flow state is addicting;

It’s everything around you 
that controls your pulse deep within;
Indie songs, art, simple moments,
they inspire creation;

Blue flames and fresh seeds;
Innovation leaves me awestruck 
delivering me to zen.

melancholy Night

The wind passed by 
The pages flipped 
I looked up at the night sky 
Enchanted with the glory of darkness
I breathed in the scent of the dead 
Leaves of coral brushing together 
Creating an addicting sound 
It was somewhere in the melody of that night,
I felt truly Alive.

Flower Boys of Flore Street

Baskets of straw holding beautiful flowers,

My lone heart in flore street,oh how I miss the flower boys,
Floating in flower fields with the butterflies riding the winds,

How I miss the boys,the flower boys of flore street,
Rose boys,lily boys,daisy boys,sunflower boys,
Beautiful they were,each unique in his own,

Winter came- I long to see the boys,the flower boys,
What happened to them,what happened to the boys,
The cheerful and colorful boys,

I remember in the far distance of my jogged up memory,
How they play on flore street.... Or how they used to play,
Growing up is addicting,
But fear consumes me without the boys,
Growing up without the boys,
..........Flower boys of flore street,

Rose boys,lily boys,daisy boys, sunflower boys,
Baskets of straw holding beautiful flowers,
How I miss the flower boys of flore street.

The Path of Contentment

Was happiness just a veil?
Disillusioned by its radiance,
should we worry more?

The Nightmare creeps,
always lurking behind the curtain,
fear flows in its vein, cursing us with burden.

Meaning is not found in happiness's presence,
but in the absence of Nightmare's grip.

Are we sober in its hold,
or does normalcy require happiness?

Soothing and drowning,
happiness is an addicting substance.

Why weep under its absence?

Embrace life without an added ecstasy,
without fear of the nothingness.

Find contentment on the path with the least Nightmare,
unbound by the vine of joyous roads.

Feelings

“ Heads down, Begin your test, If you don’t understand just raise your hand. 
Continue to listen, percentage is given. 


Black or blue all this is true, no matter what I had, I want you. Take your time to read and evaluate every situation or distractions as they come and you will start to see what your smile and laugh really does to someone. 
Thick or thin you are the most addicting thing, 
Kiss or cuddle your my type of trouble,
close or far I have never fell this hard. Distance to time apart I’ll  always give you my other half.
draft copys can always get rewritten but never could these butterflies or feelings.

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