Addiction. Poems - Poems about Addiction.

You’ll Pick out everybody’s problems but you wont help your self You’d rather sit alone in pity then take care of your health You act like it’s everybody’s fault you’ve got nothing to gain using Magic capsules to escape your own brain Can’t give yourself a break so you wanna do it over again Someone help this monkey...

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No variation in this dark tomb Spinning in orbit of loss and the need for needing Grey spirits begging for my healing Grey spirits crawling along the ceiling Madness is my adaptation Lost in the essence of essential reverence Lost spinning for a need of your presence Chased by the haunting past and present Here I come to loom No variation...

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In-between the unseeen, Is a being creating everything, Ohh, the wonders it can bring, Singing a song to the youniverse. Writing every verse first, Thirsting for thoughts that brought in bliss, Continuing to miss the mark, Ending up in the dark. Hoping for a spark, It arcs into the light, Shining bright, Aware of the blight. Willing to fight...

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My beauty isn’t what it appears to be. Look into my eyes and see— There’s love, mystery, and more. “What’s mine” and “what’s ours” are different. I prefer coffee; you prefer tea. The heart knows what it wants, It seeks connection, not heart surgery. Love, trust, surrender, and...

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A Leonine Moment (2003) Yellow lion teeth like petals of love I picked the green savannah grass, It had just stopped raining and pearls, as a glass bead around a cub's neck, glinted in the sun that had been hiding behind rain pregnant clouds, thunder and lightning; far away, I heard A lion's roar, inconsolable was its loss. ...

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“Living with the war no one talks about” I wake in a trench no one else can see, landmines of thought exploding in me. Smiles are my helmet, jokes my gun, but the war in my head is never done. They call it coping, I call it the fight, a battlefield burning all through the night. Each breath is shrapnel, each step...

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I took another pill today To take the blinding pain away I drifted into loneliness The only friend I'll never miss I walked the line so I could see A spec dust to set me free Sadistic how I'm suferring This night between us, buffering I took a tab at half past two Can't you see I'm using you? I'm drifting into waves of bliss They...

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This is the moment; that dreams were lost! These yearning hearts are faraway! To skip the worries that we chat freely; but in this hurried world, it's all forgotten. When will faces meet again? I'm sure! In the first sight; body shivers; eyes tear up; soul weeps! Ohh.... ohh.... Hmm, I truly miss you, my soul! By Sumaiya Hawsdeen...

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As I sit and wonder why, one who dreams, she never cries She always smiles but yet I doubt, That anyone knows what she's smiling about....

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HUNGER UNFED* "He satisfies the longing soul. He fills the hungry soul with good." Psalms 107:9 (NEHB) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **I am a hungry soul starving for more— I am an insatiable appetite craving something. I am an emptiness, a void with a permanent hunger for something intangible deep inside. *I am a hungry soul who eats, and eats, and mindlessly eats again, eating...

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Double yellow lines  I sit inside a massive fog of nothingness plays on my imaginary piano using one finger a ditty, sun outside, sun inside, sun only sun I feel massively and supremely untalented  Now that the amalgamation of writers, poets dancers, trampoline ladies, and painters that lived inside of me, has turned into a block immovable zero  I look at a black...

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I saw Bianca. One glance, and the eyes might believe she was a queen, but her beauty was borrowed — purchased in pieces, stitched together with coins and illusions. Her hair, long and flowing, was taken from the head of an old woman who died alone with a mind in ruin. It now sits like a crown of foreign spirits on the head...

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The bordello camp  Morning in Aruba, the cock  has crowed three times Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in  of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis to take them back to their ship Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport A seaman, overcome by the...

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Some days, I’m still fighting the urge to light a cigarette—missing those rippling ribbons of smoke and the way they would uncoil in the dark, humid air. I’ve been coughing so much lately, and my lungs will hardly expand for any air that isn’t polluted at the source. I’ve been hacking up my lungs, and...

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You're too far gone for me to step in It would be an invasion of your self-inflicted fate the soiling of my time. On your 39th last try you've drained the system A freight train off rail into the solar plexus of civilization. You've managed to turn the iridescence of love -loyalty and friendship into the Opaqueness of deception and...

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