Poems About Addiction Published by Members Recently Online
#addiction
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
Too Much
Too much of a good thing isn't good for any of us
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
#addiction
#loneliness
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
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8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
Too Much
Too much of a good thing isn't good for any of us
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
#addiction
#loneliness
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
82 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
Too Much
Too much of a good thing isn't good for any of us
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
#addiction
#loneliness
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
82 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
Too Much
Too much of a good thing isn't good for any of us
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
#addiction
#loneliness
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
82 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
Mid July-Oct 2012 (conclusion)
I never smoked again.
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
Mid July-Oct 2012 (conclusion)
I never smoked again.
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
1st Aug 2021 9:50pm
Mid July-Oct 2012 (conclusion)
I never smoked again.
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
However, as the summer of 2012 slipped into autumn, I faced two new problems: a chronic mouth infection caused by the mouth reacting to the absence of cigarettes, and strong, almost uncontrollable, urges to buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke all the cigarettes in a day, and then quit again in the morning.
The dentist dealt with the first problem by prescribing an antibacterial mouthwash. But only I could deal with the second. Thankfully, I didn’t gave in to temptation, no matter how powerful.
Facebook post 15 Oct 12: had a special lung...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
374 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 2:10pm
11th Jan 2024 2:10pm
Mind Games
They ply their trade on social sites
hidden within dim electrons,
neurons fire it feels great might
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing
its leeching tendencies reversed
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas
inside, till they beg for... the worst.
We'll stutters and stammers our no's
but it slides inside it knows no bounds
it ejaculates our needs this way so,
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.
No prophylactics can...
hidden within dim electrons,
neurons fire it feels great might
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing
its leeching tendencies reversed
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas
inside, till they beg for... the worst.
We'll stutters and stammers our no's
but it slides inside it knows no bounds
it ejaculates our needs this way so,
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.
No prophylactics can...
#addiction
#dystopian
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0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 2:10pm
11th Jan 2024 2:10pm
Mind Games
They ply their trade on social sites
hidden within dim electrons,
neurons fire it feels great might
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing
its leeching tendencies reversed
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas
inside, till they beg for... the worst.
We'll stutters and stammers our no's
but it slides inside it knows no bounds
it ejaculates our needs this way so,
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.
No prophylactics can...
hidden within dim electrons,
neurons fire it feels great might
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing
its leeching tendencies reversed
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas
inside, till they beg for... the worst.
We'll stutters and stammers our no's
but it slides inside it knows no bounds
it ejaculates our needs this way so,
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.
No prophylactics can...
#addiction
#dystopian
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0 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
9th May 2024 5:17pm
9th May 2024 5:17pm
Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#gothic
#love
160 reads
3 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
9th May 2024 5:17pm
9th May 2024 5:17pm
Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#gothic
#love
160 reads
3 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
9th May 2024 5:17pm
9th May 2024 5:17pm
Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school...
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#gothic
#love
160 reads
3 Comments
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