12 poems in a day

and my addiction

is past my denial stage

oh my when I finish

this will be 13

There is no hope

for I like it this way

My hands hurt from pumping the keys on the board

but hey every addiction has its price

And my head ever spins

In conversations I am becoming more poetic

My whole outlook

The snow glistens on the ground

When most people are worrying about the cold

I see exagerated beauty or ugliness

I go shopping to ground myself

I do job searches on line

hey I'm back here again

I thought facebook was addictive

but then i came here

and it became clear

In this poetry asylum I'll

probably rot

but happily i wish to mention