Addictive Poems - Poems about Addictive

Addiction is what happens when mediation doesn't happen. Addiction is what happens with my feelings when mediation doesn't happen in MeWe conscious thoughts. Addiction is what happens with bipolar up and down dipolar co-arising feelings when compassionate mediation doesn't happen in ego/eco-systemic bicameral Both/And thoughts. Addiction to hearing oneself chatter away is what happens when more modest mediation doesn't happen. Addiction to fast-paced competition happens when cooperative mediation doesn't. Addiction happens when mediation doesn't,...

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I need to talk about addictions, about my addiction issues, and maybe yours. Addiction gets a deserved bad rap but that doesn't mean we have no more than mean-spirited possibilities. Our first addiction, and, for the lucky ones, the functional extended multigenerational multicultural families and liberating tribes, also the last, is love. Love, hidden or wide unwalled open for another human, another species, another culture, another part of Earth, and other, costly medicinal substitutes, Drugs and...

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It’s worst!!! It’s worst than cocaine. The purest in the market, Did me no harm. Alcohol and spirits Caused me no pain None did Neither them nor their friends and cousins None did Not even arsenic All were poisons But none were poisonous Poisonous you were I trusted you before them They came and...

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What starts as a playful diversion May end up an addictive reversion A venture into the unknown at first Time passes; the obsession grows worse... ... and worse, a compulsion to churn out several writes a day, a prelude to ...

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Dictionaries are dealers, supplying A,B,C, categories poets are users, ideas flowing through their capillaries, addictive such potency, urgency to revisit their supplier desperation for stronger words, language of utter desire, word dependency, a need to compose a masterpiece thoughts, feelings, expressively written, ideas to release, withdrawal symptoms experienced by slight loss of muse rehabilitation will certainly be needed after verbal...

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Addiction as it seems Lurks in the depth of mind As we try to gain control We leave ourselves behind We turn into immoral beings With this substance that we crave Things are fine and dandy now But to it, we became a slave Engrossed in our own debauchery Is how we learn to live Always uncaring and unfeeling This stuff drains us like a sive We...

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-Daily Poetry #10, February 7, 2017- Word: Addictive Like a drug I have taken so willingly, your “love” runs through me, To the point where I am chained down, I am no longer free. Having chose the life I am living, I go along with your words, go figure, And as I lay here watching you leave, your touches...

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Addictive The Butterfly Stains and needles, an addiction shown, Eternal my pain, this addiction grown. In my blood, into this, and my veins, I'll spill it all, the admirable stains, See my hate, see my emotions, see my pain, You may learn, but I won't gain. I hate the hate, as would beget me, I fear these fears, shadowed enmity, In Reflectivity, I refuse...

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I was so young I was a middle schooler. I shouldn't have been depressed in 6th grade. I shouldn't have wanted to die by 7th grade. I shouldn't have tried in 8th grade. I should've been genuinely happy. I should've been genuinely smiling. But this simple addiction destroys everything. My friends have me on watch. They...

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Addictive poetry I suddenly wake up and it's midnight, And my heart is still at the poetry site, Quietly get up and look for my mail, And then into drafts and notes I trail, Words and sentences my passion, Traverse my inside ever in succession, When these get struck at synapses, Keep giving me concurrent relapses, Addictive poetry my first love, As if my soul...

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Caffeinated molecules collide inside limitless space and imagination lights up to an orange glow. And yet.. The sun is setting here without a trace. Imbibe I shall, cannot do not, do I put down the cup to join it in sweet serene slumber? Or shall... I quench my thirst on the fruit of the God's and madden...

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“Addictive” BY: Tyner Twine "Translate and you shall see." Without an ounce of regret and pain we parted ways in this city Love is nothing but the winds behind our backs and the long and winding road before us the little sea of lies turns into a book of promises A melody made of fragile glass Our hearts must have felt The...

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I find myself focused with sight, I found my prey the moment is right. I look around, no one can hear, i'm all alone, no emotion or fear. I take a step, quiet with sneak, i pray for no noise not even a squeak. I smell that sweet fragrance floating in air, drawing me close...

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Renowned for what he’d long ago begun, John tried to take a step back from his life and figure out just what it was he’d done to be “The Orchid Man,” with orchids rife. It must have been at his first orchid show he’d never bought himself one before that but how it grew to this he didn’t know, as he looked...

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