Addiction

The Cowards Addiction


You are cocaine and heroine
that tore my insides
But I loved the addiction
so I let you reside

I lost all of me
in your delicious drug
and drank you down
pretentious love

Traced invisible lines  
accross your lips
and accepted your lies
and your sinful abyss

You sunk your teeth
into my welcoming flesh
and fed on my lust
until no longer fresh

You pulled me inside of you
again and again
screaming in rapture
and loving the sin

Our bodies combined
indulgence delivered
feeling the passion  
as you shook and shivered

Hours of carnage
the pleasure and pain
ignoring your sorrow  
as you came and came again

This tryst of lovers
too many times endured
staining your covers
with lies assured

A kiss of poison
and a smile so sharp
as we seperate  
into the dark

No goodbyes
no names to be spoken
and our hearts are safe...
unbroken.

(please forgive the letter case changes- its a prewrite)

got TRAPPED inna ATTIC with an ADDICT
who was reinforcing his HABIT with PANIC.
and MANNING this loose CANNON
was a FAMISHED STAMINA,
DAMAGED by the OVER PLANNING taken for GRANTED.
he had over ran his MARK by FAR,
while BARKING at the STARVING ARTISTS
that had missed their TARGETS.
by now he had shot a TARPIT in his ARMPIT,
and was DIPPING his RIGS in VINEGAR.
then reading from the book of BITTER ASPECTS
he stitched his ABSCESS with some MATCH HEADS,
and started POKING for another OPENING.
but this was HOPELESS SINCE,
the REMAINDER of his VEINS had VANISHED.
he had to hire a PLUMBER and a LUMBERJACK
after every RELAPSE,
and could only pay them BACK with his LACK of COMPASSION.
his BACK alley ANTICS LANDED him in the OUTBACK,
STRANDED and strung out on NAME BRAND STAMPS,
like “GODS PLAN IS UNDERHANDED”.
plan “B” was always MOROSE POEMS and METHADONE,
but playing FATHER figure
to a whole BROTHEL of whoring “WHY BOTHER"S,
BOTTLED his NODDING HEAD CONFEDERATES DESPONDENCY
into containers reading “PLEASE DRINK IRRESPONSIBLY”.
taken with a grain of MOLASSES,
and two GRAMS of ASSBACKWARDS,
this OPIATE of the MASSES were given TRANSPASSES
and asked to multiply in a GRAND FASHION.
it seems that DOPE and APATHY are the only PASSAGEWAYS
left UNGUARDED in a FOREST plagued by CATASTROPHES,
THERE HAS TO BE,
at least ONE RUN left
for these VAGRANTS that MAINTAIN
an INFLAMED EMBRACE for COMPLACENCY.
PROPPED up on ROCK BOTTOM,
while hitting BACK with INACTIVITY COMPACTED,
these little BASTARDS MASTERED
the art of IMPATIENCE
by stealing GRACE at an alarming PACE,
and through the nods you heard them saying…

WHY WAIT FOR HEAVEN, CATCH A GLIMPSE WITHIN THE MEDICINE

How many entries may we submit?

[size=3]breakfast in bed


my heart
erratic,

beating
against
your palm

coffee stains
and cigarettes
ashes,

i feel
the madness
inside
your mouth

breakfast
in bed--

you have
discovered

my addiction.

Monster
I want to call it a monster
it pulls me in
makes me feel like I'm oozing
fastens my pulse
a drumming in my chest
getting harder
       louder
i feel like the earth
when a train goes by
 mini earthquake
not literally shaking
   my eyes are
hollow in my skull
 empty spaces
 black scenes
I'm going numb
my skin bubbles
       burns
i smell gasoline
I'm soaked in it
I'm cooked, baked
  in flour
white, burning
  flustering
my stomach tosses
  turning
fighting the feeling
my throat stings
stench in the air
i curl my finger tips
thrust my body back
everything changes
colors moving
mashed together
mixing into one another
all together
   black
last to see
i hear voices
   disappearing
      fading
everything ok?
      not
      no
      never
its all colliding
everything stings
from curled tips
  to fists
fetal position
I'm shaking
    now
I'm dazed
   confused
lost
my drum role
lost

D e l e t e d

lepperochan said:so you think you want to be an addict,you want to wrap up caution and throw it to the wind.dive right in and make yourself at home. hope you can cope well on your own.

trapped between a rock and a hard place,and wait 'till you see your face,cold eyes set in sunken gaze with no trace of emotive
spark,and it's always dark when you enter a room. you bring with you the doom and gloom that clings to your aura.

where one slip can send you plummeting in a downward spiral,clutching wildly at any strands of false hope that might offer some sense of normal.

Until finally, after all the shady deals,the near misses, the Judas kisses, the false starts and the endless line of heavy hearts left in a wake of calamitous notions, you agree to take the potion,that holds you in catatonic suspension.

and that, my friend is very near the bitter end, the end of the line for a one time player , a proverbial slayer bruised and broken from the poisoned spoon that all to soon became your life's blood. a symbiotic parasite.

so sleep tight and don't forget to pack light.there's not much closet space in a cardboard box, and less still in the gutter.

I would like to give this a standing ovation.

PierreTheMad said:[quote-66329-lepperochan]so you think you want to be an addict,you want to wrap up caution and throw it to the wind.dive right in and make yourself at home. hope you can cope well on your own.

trapped between a rock and a hard place,and wait 'till you see your face,cold eyes set in sunken gaze with no trace of emotive
spark,and it's always dark when you enter a room. you bring with you the doom and gloom that clings to your aura.

where one slip can send you plummeting in a downward spiral,clutching wildly at any strands of false hope that might offer some sense of normal.

Until finally, after all the shady deals,the near misses, the Judas kisses, the false starts and the endless line of heavy hearts left in a wake of calamitous notions, you agree to take the potion,that holds you in catatonic suspension.

and that, my friend is very near the bitter end, the end of the line for a one time player , a proverbial slayer bruised and broken from the poisoned spoon that all to soon became your life's blood. a symbiotic parasite.

so sleep tight and don't forget to pack light.there's not much closet space in a cardboard box, and less still in the gutter.

I would like to give this a standing ovation.[/quote]

i told him i'd get it on my reading list. think he's waiting till the end of the competition. RIGHT, Eamonn?

Thanks Pierre.

Yep Jess. I believe it's only proper ethical practice for one to wait until the comp has ended .  sorry

Though this particular write is available at www.gimmeallyourmoney.com for a mere 20 of your English pounds. (offer subject to complete stupidity of buyer)

Shard of glass in hand,I stand naked in front of my mirror,
Pain is the pleasure that I understand,even though it scars
my exterior,I take the glass shard and plunge down hard,into
my arm,ah,I love the pains I feel and thrive upon its addiction,
The warmth of my blood as it cascades down my skin in streams,
Peeks my adrenalin and I get even more excited by these gruesome
Scenes,I stand in front of the mirror with my arms at my sides,I smile
And I see my pain ablaze inside my eyes.Blood collects upon the floor,
The more blood that drips from my wound,the more I crave to cut some
more,down into my skin again and again,I don't want the pain to ever
End,pain is my addiction,i inflict it without restriction,I'm an addict to each
Incision,pain is my product of passion...

My  mind  is   so  sick  i  need   poetry
No  television   no  radio  and  no  other  entries
What  i  adore  in  my  life   has  become  a  shortened  list
Poetry   is  my  addiction  it  backs  me  up  like  forencies.


When  i  loose   my   direction   i  forget   even  foresrtry
If  i  could  be  given  the  worst  number  it  would  be   420
I  cant  get  it  when  im  hated  by hot  ladies
Poetry   soothes  my  feelings  by  any   poetic  entry.

Unexpected  trumors   hurt  me   and  all  make  me
a  sad   person   who   enjoys  no   sex  please
Can  i  be  really   a  strong   game  hit
poetry  is  on  my  back  and  blazes  me  like  weed.

Thats   why  im  on  it   like   a  small  baby
I  am  a phone  and  it  is   a  call  battery
this  is  my biggest  addiction  and  my  soft  taking
im  in love  with  u  and  u  got  me  addicted  hastily.

THE BEAUTY MONSTER

It’s in my head again, calling me down into pain
While it lifts me up to the illusion of perfection
Bones protruding against easily bruised skin
Nerve endings in my mind screaming in protest
As I fight with every ounce of resolve I have
I can’t… I won’t give in, though I’m doubled over in agony
Stomach acid churning, abusing me with one word
EAT!

While my body is eating itself from the inside out
Light headed, vision swimming, I’m so high
In excruciating bliss, fingers smiling as they
Trace over an illusion of bony beauty that I know
One day is going to kill me.
There is food in my hands, heaven on my tongue
I don’t know how it got there, panic racing through
Raging through, as I stumble into the bathroom
Throw it up! Throw it up! Throw it up!
Sick relief tinged with guilt as I purge myself
Of impurity and emotions that are better left buried
Food, a beautiful indulgence that is like a sin
To my starving body that’s screaming for it
Telling me, begging me, to eat
And I can’t… I won’t, when I want to be beautiful
I want to be beautiful, like a supermodel
And I’m not… I’m not beautiful.

The pain is agony and ecstasy
While I’m having a panic attack
As stomach acid fills my chest cavity
And it feels like I’m dying  
All the lies, every single lie, telling me
I can have it all, if I stave myself to perfection
While all it ever does is hurt
Interspersed with dizzy highs and overwhelming elation
That only the scales and dropping of inches can bring
Though it never lasts… one more kilo and I’m be happy
Just one more… and it’s never enough
For this mind fucking addiction
That equates beauty with skeletal remains.

.:Emerson:.


Once upon..
My brain’s been in decline
Been this way for a while now
Surely ever since I viewed my first TV show
Mental illness…my folks let it grow
Plopped me down in front of that old Emerson
Didn’t know it then, but…them times were Grimm
Limited channel sources, cheap chuckles, mediocre violence and
including the advertisements my mind got tangled
Mesmerized; I was astonished by what they

“sold-out, beamed-out, how they reached-out”

All of it had me mangled; attention span all but strangled
My brain subconsciously admonished for not being like what my eyes saw
My brain snorted it all. Not realizing the madness of it all
Simulated Reality? HIGH on the telepathy
Man, that video was the lowering of the brow. How?
The covert fantasy within the fiction
All I can say its been a helluva addiction


...

I AM ADDICTED TO

Chocolate

Sugar

Coffee

Men

I get my coffee

Every day

Add some sugar

Sit down next to

A handsome stranger

Ask if he comes here often

If he does

I help him come

My addiction to blood stains and self inflicted pain rusty razor blades cigarettes and cocaine ease the frustration inside my brain insane maybe but who can i blame for that desire so explosive i fiend for a hit just a little bit so i can get lit the high is amazing so sexual uplifting and extremely sensational i lust for that blood squirt the hurt is a rush i stain all my shirts then hit the nicotine and line up the cocaine a line maybe four alone on the floor razors and blood stains galore suicidal no just an addiction to self infliction maybe its strange but please will you refrain from voicing your opinions and your views upon my coice of high i choose in my life exquisite the feeling apealing so pleasing that  lust for blood stains and pain nicotine and cocaine rusty razor blades my addiction im strung out im hooked and im in need of a fixing for my addiction im fiending