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, quite so much.
Addiction
to mediation
doesn't do much.
Mediating
addictions
does all else.
Categories:
addictive, addiction, anxiety, health, humor,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
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 left with no marks at all
You glanced and I was in pain
You came sat and I was harmed
You touched and now I’m no more but a memory of yours.
Please go away
I’m already addicted
It’s too late
Categories:
addictive, drug, fate, life, lost,
Form: Free verse
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
inferiority and gnawing self-doubt...
...Could anyone possibly guess
that composing poems might lead
~ to such a fine mess?
Categories:
addictive, introspection, poetry, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
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 abuse,
depression, anxiety and despair created through criticism
could lead to despicable criminal acts of plagiarism,
being an author, poet or lyricist can be really exciting
depend on your pen, create, inspire, keep writing.
Categories:
addictive, addiction, dedication, desire, literature,
Form: Rhyme
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 go on for years and years
Living this dreadful fabrication
Getting high became a way of life
As well as our occupation
Until one day we stop and think
What happened to the old me
It seems I sold my soul to the devil
And he will forever collect his fee
We all must reach a point
When were tired of all this
Then we'll be reborn spirituality
And seek happiness and bliss
To learn this go to meetings
Look deep within your mind
To thy own self be true
And personal freedom you will find
Categories:
addictive, addiction,
Form: ABC
-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 linger.
This “love” that I once found addictive, it's simply clouded over my senses,
And as I cry out, I no longer want your feelings, your essence.
I pray to whatever is up there, forgive for what I've done, but I can't take this anymore,
The days of being your equal are over, and I don't know what I'm here for.
With wires and spikes of pleasure running through, go figure, I've learned your tricks,
I no longer feel anything as your abuse on my body sticks.
That “love” I once found addictive, go figure, it's all over,
I'm tired of lying, of hiding, of making up a story to cover.
Looking back once more before running away from my past,
Cinderella must of been a liar, I somehow knew this fairytale wouldn't last.
Snow White took the rotten apple and fell into a blind trance,
Unlike a princess, I refuse to dance this dance.
Categories:
addictive, abuse, betrayal, depression, love
Form: Free verse
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 have little things to punish me
If they find out
It's not helping me
It's just hurting me
They don't understand.
I hate myself to the point
I contemplate my self worth
Every night until the sun rises.
Then I sleep all day
I don't want to deal with another day.
They don't get it.
No one does.
No one will.
Some say self harm isn't anything.
They don't believe it's an addiction.
It just happened to come hand in hand
With my depression
As my coping mechanism.
They think it's just because I'm sad
Upset
Lonely.
Those just make it easier to do
Excuses.
I have become numb to the pain.
Numb to the tearing
As the band aids get ripped off.
I am just a bomb
Doomed to explode.
Categories:
addictive, addiction, bullying, dark, depression,
Form: I do not know?
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 is hands in glove,
Newer rhyme with every heart beat,
Deeper in my vein flows its each streak,
Fiction or fantasy at times for a contest,
Obsessive compulsion to enter gives a stress,
For want of creative words, I get too lean,
Expressing true emotions it's serene !
August 26th, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest 'Addictive poetry' by Just that Archaic Poet
Entered for contest "Theme#4- Poetry" by SKAT A
Awarded 8th place win
Categories:
addictive, passion, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
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 the day with boldness and swirl in this cup of love?
I drink to my hearts content and pray pray pray that I can stay awake a little longer.
Indeed...
I taste the steaming roar of the machine as Imagination puts his foot back on the gas and face it one more cup.
It wont hurt.
Categories:
addictive, addiction, drink, imagination,
Form: Free verse
I am not a drug addict
just because I get stoned everyday
don't call me an alcoholic
Because I choose to drink the afternoon away
Who are you to criticize me
When did you become my judge and jury
You say that I am the one with the problem
but from where I sit you are the only problem I see
What makes you think
that you are so much better than me
Why do you rant against me so much
is it that you crave all the things I touch
I have way more fun than most
Sobriety is an over hyped piece of junk
My lifestyle suits me just fine
I am not a bore when I am wasted and drunk
You just need to leave me alone
And stop calling me on the phone
I don't claim to be perfect in any way
So so what if I go to the bar and get high
What does that have to do with you
I don't care that it makes you cry
If you don't love me the way I am
Then just leave so I can keep doing things my own way
Categories:
addictive, sadme, me, drug,
Form: Free verse
I found some chocolates to crunch.
From my treasure chest full of gold
To toss you a sovereign, get me more
A real hot coco drink for now please.
Categories:
addictive, happiness
Form: Free verse
I've got coffee running through my veins
I'm falling apart but won't complain
As long as I can stay awake and dream
About you.
You're my emotioinal debris, everything I don't need
Oh you're so bad for me
You are a drug - oh so addictive
And all these scars, well they're all because of you
There's somethings I can't undo
And loving you is one of them
I promised I wouldn't feel this again
What the hell is wrong with me?
But sometimes I stare and hope that you'd care
If I told you what I'm thinking
What am i thinking?
No room for thinking when impulse takes control.
Categories:
addictive, lost love, song-teen, drug,
Form: Lyric
Addictive
Wait,
Stop,
Think!
Can you imagine a world
with out me?
Compare it to swimming
without a breath.
To life without the heart,
to love not shared,
to glamour without the flare.
It's hard I know,
because a one chance meeting
will have you needing my soul.
I'm addictive.
I'm more phenomenal than Mya's woman.
I'm addictive,
I'm the part that makes you whole.
I can be your spring,
or your winter.
I can be the spark
or end to your flame.
Can you Imagine a world
without me?
I am your cure to detoxing,
I am the drug that got you there.
Addictive. Addictive. Why am I?
When you read these lines I'm not
talking about my sex
although I've heard it's the best.
It's my soul,
my mind.
It's the secrets I share.
My soothing voice filled
with care.
It's me whole,
nothing changed,
no one to compare.
So when I ask a question like
Can you Imagine a world without me.
Don't wait,
Don't stop
Don't think.
Because that will get you
lost in mesmerizing thoughts
of me.
Categories:
addictive, visionary, world, drug,
Form: Bio