Best Addicted Poems
you course in my veins with prurience, wild
immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
love's effigy flaming, my sinews defiled
all virtue forsaken, as tears from a child
fidelity's prospects are henceforth reviled
I inject you, narcotic - my opiate, pure
a caustic and carnal contingency's cure
delectably dressed with diabolic allure
such dermal sublimity, surface demure
I taste of your shapes, corporeal contour
skin softly savored, goosebumped and bare
your tang on my tongue, the nectar I share
our sugar rush potion for ravishment, rare
mixed in a kiss with the strands of your hair
your ecstatic delirium inculcates my core
I'm lost to a lust that's not lasted before
tinged with an aching that day would abhor
velvet and warm are the walls of your fire
addicted to you with a crave to be higher
you are my medicine, the tonic I chug
I am infected, lubricious and riled
lavished in sensual senses so sure
imbibing the essence of you without care
mixed in like poison, I stir you and pour
swallow in gulps, the consequence, dire
you are my opiate ... you are my drug.
addicted to you.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Choice M, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( This is a new form I created named "Minuanetta", with a rhyme scheme of aaaaaa, bbbbb, cccc, ddd, ee, f, abcdef g (title) ).
I've been trying to fill this hole deep inside my chest.
I promised I plead but you still left like all the rest.
So here I sit once again I’m all alone.
You won't even send a text to my phone.
This is where I fail to stay strong.
This life of mine starts to go wrong.
I took my lighter and fired up the brass.
I applied heat to get the bubble in the glass.
I heat the rock and watch it melt down.
I'm all smiles in the happiness that Ive found.
Before I knew it im drawing from out of the spoon.
One, two, blastoff soon ill be higher then the moon.
You get that little burn in the back of your throat.
Hang on cowboy cause you just hit some bomb dope.
Then comes the ringing in your ears.
Just sit back and all your worries and fears simply disappear.
Don't worry about the lights fading in and out.
That's the dope coursing through your veins ya your high no doubt.
The color will leave your eyes.
Your body engulfed in the warmth of a million butterflies.
But now the demon has got you like a needle to thread.
Welcome to the struggle cause you got to keep the demon fed.
Now we've been up for nights and days.
Given up hope we succumb to her ways.
When she leaves you she leaves you feeling dead.
You can't silence the voices screaming inside your head.
Now you just look for the next high.
Cause without that demon you wanna die.
People will wonder where have you been.
It's no secret with those track marks up and down your skin.
Now you will know new lows.
It's a sad story but thats just how it goes.
Now your alone and feel so close to death.
Just remember who did this her name is crystal meth.
Now if you could relive that day.
When your pal held out that needle tell what would you have to say.
24 Hours
My observations are my own,
They are a product of my realm.
I see good people reveal humanity
I feel the desperation of an innocent man
I acknowledge the appreciation of my gift
I determine narration to be lies
I witness the love between mother and son
I loathe drunk drivers
I impose pride for vinyl collection
I depict pain in my son who lost his
Brother
Kids
Daddy
I let the lyrics of my spinning disc alter my mood
I experience the gift of empathy to share with a friend.
I receive gratitude for guidance I give to the addicted
I witness the numbing of pain
I accept rewards for my passions
The properties of today will navigate my path in life
You are my disease,
And my only remedy,
Addicted to you.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Heroin lies the irony —
Segregated babies are weaned on
milk-of-the-poppy
doctrine of Equality
Emancipated notion on the nod:
A false sense of freedom
is taught in every syringe-scattered schoolyard
Children of the cold, concrete jungle cry hard ...
opiate tears of injected fentanyl medium
Misled by the wavy cattle prod
Ghetto by-products of iron oar legacy
get kicked to the curb
by hollow words of homeless empathy
Cotton head infants overdosed with coo joy,
at the mirage sound of liberty
Beast-of-burden swayed buy patriotic noise,
so lung addicted to hypocrisy
Bottled-up hallucinated hope
is just a serotonin chain reaction memory
Minds blown in the wind,
be the next gen dopefiends for democracy
An art, be it acquired or simply hereditary,
Putting vivid thoughts into exquisite words,
Magician's tricky stick, poet's addiction is poetry,
Cultivated experiences of heartfelt sweet weirds,
Music of life, unsung songs, skill of warriors' swords !
Written on 27/4/14
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Coffee drinkers everywhere
Will know just what I mean
When I describe my symptoms
If I don’t get my caffeine.
On those rare times I skip my brew
For reasons I can’t fight,
A headache gathers kindling,
Just waiting to ignite.
With stubbornness and fortitude,
It builds a towering pyre;
And when the pounding’s at its peak,
It sets the pile on fire.
A headache of such magnitude
Just laughs in Advil’s face.
Aleve and Bayer also cave,
Retreating in disgrace.
The only cure that works for sure
Is coffee, hot and strong.
With just one sip, I know those flames
Will not be burning long.
By summoning the caffeine hose
To douse that headache’s rage,
I manage to control the beast
And lock it in its cage.
And there it shall remain unless
I miss my morning fix;
‘Cause headaches like today’s I need
Just like a ton of bricks!
Black beard
Was feared.
Kim Jong
Heads wrong.
Home grown
Trump clone.
Fat boy
Food joy.
Sun baked
Nose caked.
Fresh bread
Well fed.
Aged scotch
Top notch.
Amtrak
Rail track.
Choc ice
Tastes nice.
War room
More gloom.
Stay cool
In pool.
Jail spell
Sheer hell.
Dark nights
Street lights.
Fab four
No more.
Flatline
Bad sign.
Written 16th September 2020.
When you meet that someone, you know in an instant
It's the one you've been waiting for
Not a bit of hesitation, you can call it intuition
You've been waiting a lifetime or more
They're saying all the things you've been longing to hear
Since the day you discovered love
Those tender sweet love words that turn you to mush
And give your old ticker a shove
No second guessing, it pokes you in the heart
Suddenly you can't function anymore
All you can think of are those tender sweet moments
With this angel you've been waiting for
At first you ask yourself, “is this the real thing”
Or is it just wishful thinking at play
Then this vision says something that turns you to mush
Any doubts you might have had goes away
An age old question, “how d'you know if it's real”
Well there's very subtle signs to look for
If you can't remember the last names of your parents
Then you're hopelessly addicted for sure
I wake, work, eat, sleep, and dream you.
This emotional journey before us -
almost too much to bear sometimes.
Yet, every time I hear the ringing of the phone,
or see your name pop up online,
I know that I am addicted to you.
But it is far more than that,
and please listen very closely.
I am a very reasonable and sane person,
not given to idle whims or fancies,
not taken in any more by false hopes and promises.
Yet, somehow, you are different - very different.
I don't know what happened, or how or why,
but I feel as though I fell out of a cloud,
tumbling down to earth to a sure death -
and at the last possible second,
you caught me in your arms.
Yes, I am addicted to you,
but I know the consequences of addictions,
and, fear not, I will not harm you
or cause you pain in any way.
Of that, I give you my humble word.
I want to breathe you, to feel you,
to taste you, and to hear your soft whispers
against the sensitive nape of my neck -
telling me that you're addicted, too.
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
~Tonight A Free Ride ~
Tonight my thoughts are running towards
my healing ocean, becoming the place
where voluntarily I am convinced to watch
the thousands of stars in the sky, illuminating
my shore on arrival, to share my lively routine
visits with this one whale friend that accidentally,
have come to meet a few months ago.
Approaching with a jester it looked me in the eye
moved its head asking, why am I gloomy tonight?
come lady ride on my back let me take you away
from your everyday thoughts let us experience our
journey I invited the stars in the sky to lighten up
your dimness tonight.
Yet, now that we have each other try a different
approach towards your loneliness the wind is a
friend and will not blow you away the moon
promised a short visit to accompany the stars.
Accepting the proposal of that ride it will clarify
the energy of my inner body and soul the way
my friend the whale has it looking up thinking
counting the stars will give me the opportunity
to dig deeper towards my senses, my spaciousness,
peacefulness as a new approach.
Suddenly with a falling star nothing seemed
impossible to arouse my intense curiosity
about life's mysteries how I ended up feeling
that lonesome before I met my friend,
determined to lean towards my depth and discover
my beauty and power that I have abandoned,
when I failed to notice how much emptiness
existed in my depth.
Instantly I started feeling addicted towards
my happiness I allowed my thoughts to stir
my presentiments understand my liveliness,
after descending on shore.
Once arrived I thanked the stars that allowed
me to enjoy the ocean cooperated to help me
redeem an aluminous light through
my coming years.
That voyage assembled my gladness
to lean towards all the advantages
that actually already exist beyond.
Thank you my friend.
Always.
Therese Bacha
June 27 2013
Space is not clear, but it is deep.
It’s secrets, it will always keep.
On cloudless nights, great beauty’s seen;
beneath the moon’s long, radiant beams.
The stars, they always, greet with a wink;
You will miss them, if you blink
and telescopes aimed, will provide a show;
the thrill of passing, Saturn’s glow.
Delight will swell your ecstatic chest
and you’ll need to see the moon in crest.
No vision elsewhere can compare;
to the stellar activity, witnessed there.
Once you gain the viewing craze;
you’ll want to view it, every day.
The Tal-Dareem are fighting-mad;
They've realized they've just been had.
Expect soon Zealots and Stalkers,
Immortals and those "cliff walkers".
Zerg Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate.
What matter's most: who'll be standing last,
So let's hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast.
There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”:
My shift’s almost done and my Siege Tank’s been rebuilt.
I could spend my last hours paralyzed in fright;
But no, I got a date with that cute medic tonight.
Protoss Carriers and Voids will fill the sky,
And Dark Templars may be sneakin' by.
Double the turrets, add more bunkers--
Fill them with Marines and Marauders.
What matters most: who's standing last,
So hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast!
I took several stim-packs off a dead Marine,
And I’ll take a few jolts if she gives me the green.
So all those bug-eyed-monsters better stay out of sight…
Better not mess with me and my Medic tonight.
So we’re all out of minerals, almost out of Vespene.
We’re training our last Marauders, building our last Viking.
But if our Ghosts and Banshees hit the Zerg and Protoss just right,
I might still be around for my Medic tonight.
Got a date with that blue-eyed young medic tonight.
You know, the one that I’ve had for months in my sights.
If my Siege Tank’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
Got a date with that pretty sweet medic tonight.
Jim Raynor's Raiders will soon be back;
Load your ammo, get ready to counter-attack!
So train more Reapers for rear missions:
Sneak around back, take out their pylons.
Make sure we're the ones left standing last.
Just keep hitting 'em hard and hitting 'em fast.
I look back on my life, what do I see,
a life time wasted playing video games.
What I didn't know then, I can understand now,
living a false sense of fulfillment because I lacked satisfaction in myself.
What started as fun and games ended up a place for to me hide,
within the world gaming it felt like was accomplishing something with my life,
countless nights of broken sleeps, still seeing games when I closed my eyes,
all they really gave me was a sore head, and blurry eye's.
Attari under 5,
Comadore 64 under 5,
Calculator games 5-12,
video parlors 6,
Astro wars 7,
Hand held games 6- 12 as well,
Sega 12,
Sega mega drive 13-18,
Nintendo 13 too 18 ,
Back to Parlors 13-22 ,
Ps1, 21,
Nintendo 64, 22,
Ps2 23,
Ps2 slim line, 24,
Poker machines 24-30,
Computer games 27-35
Xbox, 33,
Xbox 360, not yet,
psp at 34,
Nintendo Wii, 35,
now i'm on Ps3.
If you wan't to take it a bit deeper,
psychologically I mean,
the three main reason I play so long were:
Control, lack of fulfillment and anxiety.
Control was something I never had, In the games I did,
they also gave me the fulfillment I was lacking in the life that I lived,
anxiety is what pushed me to the games, within them I could hide,
this is why I stay addicted, addicted for a life time.
Me and video games, Yeah we been round the block,
I just shake me head now, O.M.G what a waste of time that was,
I don't play games often now, maybe twice a month I guess,
I just decided to find better things to do with myself.
M.Mahauariki © 2012