Addiction Poems
Addiction
by Sumit Maurya
We were running and we were safe,
We were high but well behaved
Positive souls by all that mean,
Driving cool in a fast machine
Then something happened,
We blacked out
We stuck in the dark,
Could not shout
It's the car wrack,
That we couldn't move
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Cigarette
by Thomas Gallagher
I make love to the material world through you.
My lips touch yours, and you hate me when I’m gone.
You’re terrible for me and I say we’re through.
But we both know I won't last till dawn.
inner turmoil
by aditya vats
As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
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Socialise or perish in time
by Christyanne Smith
Reflected glare of tired eyes Hypnotised in your own demise Addiction spreads across the veins Desperation from what it gains
Bubble, bubble anti-social trouble Consumed by the mind Isolated in time
Frozen in a succession of mindless drones Glued to the screens of their phones Waiting for the spell to break To be released from this zombie like state
Be the leader not the sheep Don’t give in, don’t retreat Your mind is yours to command Not the technologies in your hand
The Search For My Serenity
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
My struggles really started...
When I was just a kid...
Running the streets and getting in trouble...
For everything I did...
I wanted people to like me...
To have friends and be really cool...
But I always felt like a outsider...
Alone, every day after school...
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Adversity Anniversaries
by Kea Campbell
Loving had never made me feel so lonely, and living never made me feel so lifeless.
Patience was scarce and I was desperate for rest, and the only peace I found was in romanticizing my death.
Hate was addictive, but only towards myself, because I bought into the beauty standards that society sells.
At 10 I didn't know that it was rape and not love, because I believed what he told me until he hurt me for fun.
12 and I hoped that my heart surgery would fail, because at least it'd get me out of writing fair wells.
14 and I wondered “What if infanticide would have won?” or “What if my parents had never given me up?”
16 and my wrists were an escape from the numb, and the only things I believed in were my sports and bulimia.
18 and my stories grew older and untold, because no one had time to be friends with broken souls.
19 and 1 month and I feel most alive; now I know how to live, and not just survive.
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Masked
by Kea Campbell
Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
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I only needed it to rain...
by Kea Campbell
I only needed it to rain and my only incentive was the storm,
Because it was founding my Red Sea and caused me to sink to the floor.
It doesn’t take pain and I don't need to be troubled,
But every morning is a pill full of hardship and struggle.
Company is dangerous because the corners never knew my ears,
Blood turns to grease and I've been burning for 18 years.
Traditional sounds much too conditional, and I told you to leave while you had the chance,
But you were kind and polite and opened the door at every glance.
I walked away with your heart on the ground,
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A Day In His Courts
by Kea Campbell
Distractions feel good, that's why they're distracting.
When are you going to trade the temporary for the everlasting?
I dwell on mountain tops, but I come from rock bottom.
I've been cut and I've been broken with plans for no tomorrow.
While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice in my head.
It didn't come from this world, nor did it deduce rightful dread.
While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice from within.
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Baptism Sentiment By The Confined
by Kea Campbell
It comes in waves, yet all waves stay.
No currents in this tub, her worries astray.
Swimming in thoughts and welcoming prayers.
Sitting chest-high, surrounded by raisers.
Eternality fine-printed, and she signed His waiver.
She grants her last breath, and submits to her Savior.
Plunged for five seconds, but too short and partitioned.
Immersed a bit longer, ‘cause six’s too wicked.
Seven is His, and now she’s forgiven.
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