I think I may be addicted to... by Poet-no-06, literature
Literature
I think I may be addicted to...
I think Iʻm addicted
But who knows why?
Iʻm internally conflicted
Everyday that goes by
My cravings only satisfied by
the unnatural high
While on it so fly,
Without it.. Iʻll die
I need it
I crave it.
JUST ONCE I told myself
just...
once...
just...
once...
more...
more, more, I need more
NO
I cannot, shouldnʻt, I shall not
But it feels so good.
So maybe just...
once...
more...
Close your eyes,
shut them tight
let it just be us
tonight
Just you and me
unattached,
yet together.
Disregarding the past
You say things,
Things that make me happy.
Yet those same words
make me worry, worry plenty.
You hold your word.
Yet your promises impede,
upon an image.
I have sought and seen.
Now here I am,
wondering left or right
caught within a crossroad
Choosing whether to fight or take flight.
In the night it rains,
Tears of sorrow
against my pane.
Weak and unsure,
they tap my pane.
Only in the night does it rain.
When I awake
the dew is there
looking at me
from toe to hair
It does not rain in the morn
because I am there
to comfort the clouds
perched so high in the air.
My baby, in pieces,
A sad broken plate
Disrupted by others,
In an inevitable fate.
I scoop up the pieces
and mended the plate.
A fine piece of art
Her beauty I constate
But come night
The glue melts away
Separating the pieces
Until the next day.
When the sky turn black
And the lights turn white
May you think of me
When you sleep so tight
Out of my reach
Yet in my arms
You sleep...
Not because of me
But in my arms
You weep
Bruised and battered
From a man who loves you not
Always fighting...
For a cause not being sought
Any day of the week
Every day of the year
Runaway with me and become
Impervious to fear.
Never again to worry
That is my plan
For when the sky turns white
And the lights go black
I hope you'll always remember
If you ever need me
I'll always come back
Born from his own breath,
He conquered the heaven,
For the people, a feast,
Or for others a haven.
Although he did not eat,
He feasted on attention,
Thirsty for power,
And in need of affection.
Like a child reaching for the jar,
He'd always reach too high
And like a child,
He'd met the same demise.
Falling short of the line,
No matter how many tries.
He'd always be blinded
By his ego and lack of eyes.
Now here he stands
All alone and
In the threshold
Between boy and man
Trying to move forward
But unable to evolve.
Who are you?
You are a gender
You are an age
You are person
You are a name
Who are you?
You are a grade
You are a height
You are an ethnicity(s)
You are a sight
Who are you?
You are a job
You are a hobby
You are a lifestyle
You are a personality
You are what the world sees or knows you as. Whether is it based on appearance, gender, height, or personality, the people of the world decide who you are.
Here's a story for all of you to hear...
Addicted to attention,
She thought she was a queen.
Becoming "friends" with anyone
Who gave a damn, it seemed.
She'd laugh at peoples' dry jokes
And talk to anyone who she's seen,
Acting like she knew everything.
Still thinking she was a queen
She built a mud brick castle,
But she ran out of dirt she could obtain
So she added turd bricks to the rest
But now all the bricks weren't the same.
The mud didn't mix with the turds
So when the bricks melted in the rain,
The mud joined together.
All away from her reign.
She tried to rebuild,
Franticly gathering the mud
Only able to save the bricks she held
Taken from the earth
Released into the air
This black sludge
Is our Drug
Everyone burns it
Everyone relies on it
Until we "ran out"
So Uncle Sam had to stop the unrest.
We made friends in the east
Friends with benefits that is
Giving up proud soldiers lives
In exchange for peace
Now we must choose
People or poison,
The lives of the loved
Or the life that we love
I think I may be addicted to... by Poet-no-06, literature
Literature
I think I may be addicted to...
I think Iʻm addicted
But who knows why?
Iʻm internally conflicted
Everyday that goes by
My cravings only satisfied by
the unnatural high
While on it so fly,
Without it.. Iʻll die
I need it
I crave it.
JUST ONCE I told myself
just...
once...
just...
once...
more...
more, more, I need more
NO
I cannot, shouldnʻt, I shall not
But it feels so good.
So maybe just...
once...
more...
Close your eyes,
shut them tight
let it just be us
tonight
Just you and me
unattached,
yet together.
Disregarding the past
You say things,
Things that make me happy.
Yet those same words
make me worry, worry plenty.
You hold your word.
Yet your promises impede,
upon an image.
I have sought and seen.
Now here I am,
wondering left or right
caught within a crossroad
Choosing whether to fight or take flight.
In the night it rains,
Tears of sorrow
against my pane.
Weak and unsure,
they tap my pane.
Only in the night does it rain.
When I awake
the dew is there
looking at me
from toe to hair
It does not rain in the morn
because I am there
to comfort the clouds
perched so high in the air.
My baby, in pieces,
A sad broken plate
Disrupted by others,
In an inevitable fate.
I scoop up the pieces
and mended the plate.
A fine piece of art
Her beauty I constate
But come night
The glue melts away
Separating the pieces
Until the next day.
When the sky turn black
And the lights turn white
May you think of me
When you sleep so tight
Out of my reach
Yet in my arms
You sleep...
Not because of me
But in my arms
You weep
Bruised and battered
From a man who loves you not
Always fighting...
For a cause not being sought
Any day of the week
Every day of the year
Runaway with me and become
Impervious to fear.
Never again to worry
That is my plan
For when the sky turns white
And the lights go black
I hope you'll always remember
If you ever need me
I'll always come back
Born from his own breath,
He conquered the heaven,
For the people, a feast,
Or for others a haven.
Although he did not eat,
He feasted on attention,
Thirsty for power,
And in need of affection.
Like a child reaching for the jar,
He'd always reach too high
And like a child,
He'd met the same demise.
Falling short of the line,
No matter how many tries.
He'd always be blinded
By his ego and lack of eyes.
Now here he stands
All alone and
In the threshold
Between boy and man
Trying to move forward
But unable to evolve.
Who are you?
You are a gender
You are an age
You are person
You are a name
Who are you?
You are a grade
You are a height
You are an ethnicity(s)
You are a sight
Who are you?
You are a job
You are a hobby
You are a lifestyle
You are a personality
You are what the world sees or knows you as. Whether is it based on appearance, gender, height, or personality, the people of the world decide who you are.
Here's a story for all of you to hear...
Addicted to attention,
She thought she was a queen.
Becoming "friends" with anyone
Who gave a damn, it seemed.
She'd laugh at peoples' dry jokes
And talk to anyone who she's seen,
Acting like she knew everything.
Still thinking she was a queen
She built a mud brick castle,
But she ran out of dirt she could obtain
So she added turd bricks to the rest
But now all the bricks weren't the same.
The mud didn't mix with the turds
So when the bricks melted in the rain,
The mud joined together.
All away from her reign.
She tried to rebuild,
Franticly gathering the mud
Only able to save the bricks she held
Taken from the earth
Released into the air
This black sludge
Is our Drug
Everyone burns it
Everyone relies on it
Until we "ran out"
So Uncle Sam had to stop the unrest.
We made friends in the east
Friends with benefits that is
Giving up proud soldiers lives
In exchange for peace
Now we must choose
People or poison,
The lives of the loved
Or the life that we love
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