Short Addict Poems
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Darkness in my Veins
Impossible Aimless Energy
Soothing all my Pains
for a price
for just a fee
My Soul Addiction
Coffee.
Foil off, dark rich
teasing, like R rated films.
I always crave more.
True love turns you into a selfless addict, gradually gives you persistent momentum of
endurance-patience and finally turns you into an unconditional lover.
Form:
A cocaine abuser named Norton
A fellow drug addict was courtin'
It was love at first sight
He'd found Mrs. Right
So he plucked her a poppy for snortin'
No one says my goal is to be an ex addict
Not cursing them for their confessed habit
We all fall short
Of goals my Lord
I confess to wanting sex like a rabbit
"What you doing at midnight the night?"
Cool down with a hot offer..
Bring one addict get one free!
( Ask the Junkie in front )
Terms and conditions apply.
Cocaine Boulevard
SlutVille Road
Addict Street
Corrupt Avenue
Whore Alley
Gangster Street
Hoodlum Drive
Thug Lane
**** Street
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Cocaine Boulevard
SlutVille Road
Addict Street
Corrupt Avenue
Whore Alley
Gangster Street
Hoodlum Drive
Thug Lane
**** Street
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Woke up alone
Sick of it all
Wanting more
Of the same
Again
Lips
My lips can be
gross pink against my
green skin.
I’m a biting into
the lower lip addict. My bottom lip loathes my
less cracked top lip for
he’s cracked more.
Was once an addict, not talking about drugs
Was addicted to hobbies, like drawing people's mugs
It paid me well
Without parallel
My family thought I was totally bugalugs
Was once an addict, not talking about drugs
Was addicted to hobbies, like drawing people's mugs
It paid me well
Without parallel
Most of my family thought I was totally bugs
In this era of famine of love
A housewife cum call-girl
Gives me a little bit of it
Her husband is a drug-addict
And she has a kid to bring up
Anyways thanks God she is
To try to cure my love disease.
I
predictably
made you accustomed
to my love
with daily and intense doses
of passion, enchantment
beauty and magical chaos
so
one day
I could kill you
like an addict dies;
in pain.
Patricia Evans
Born in
Peru,
Lived in
Japan
Italy
Panama
My fatherland
And the
United States.
Well traveled
EMMY award
TV Producer.
The life of
A Troubled
Homeless
Addict soul
Readers
No doubt
Rather read.
Know someone very close to me who's an addict
Computer games are the culprit, their brain's been tricked
Think of not much else
Can affect one's health
Some haven't bathed for months, smell like a derelict
My brain is emptied ,
My soul is faint,
I miss my muse,
I need some rest,
When I think of something,
This one pops in my head,
I want a bowl of soup,
I need a dose to take,
I miss everybody,
I wan to write and back again.
Give me Pills to cure my Ills,
As ev'ry ache I contemplate
Drug me 'til my pleasure spills
When I'm over-dosed on Fate
Barbiturates, my Conscious lit-
Valium in my Mind to split
Round and round 'til Peace is found
Inside an Opiate
I feel like I could die;
My body is shaking;
Every breath I release is a sigh;
My head is aching.
I'm an addict and you have cut off the supply.
These withdrawals are like hell.
Even though I continue to try,
Only time will tell.
Form:
Oh- the sweet nectar so missed
Ambrosia upon my lips
Rapturous plague deep within
Needing depths, flagrant, await their first
turn
My core- a rosey plummet
Addict of internal war
Greedy- forever needy
Core, filling with hedomania- begs!
Video audio
Vicarious living
Voyeuristic addict
Vegetatively blissed
Viewer discretion, right
Volume blasts to the max
Vexed neighbour calls with axe
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The times you are going to quit?
May fall down but will not submit;
Adversity makes me love it,
I become a raving addict;
Everything I’m going to pursue,
whatever it takes? I will do;
It’s creative revenue,
the fight I am addicted to.
I'm an addict
Your my heroin
I'm a junkie
Your my fix
You're my addiction
I can't stop
Love is a drug
It's an addiction
Love is a drug
A drug you crave
It's a drug
You can't escape
It pulls you back in
You can never get away
the jailor and the prisioner
the addicted and the addict
the enabler and the addict
daughter chooses a crackhead husband
who forbids her to see her family
he beats her
and she stays
because
when he's sober he's great.
I've seen him
He's satan.
Form:
You left me kissing the ocean,
Never constant, changing fast.
I looked into the mirror this morning,
Blue, like the ocean, wide and vast,
But cracked like an addict,
A sailboat, a young bone,
Yet strong as deep roots,
And cursed: Forever Alone