#addict poems on Hello Poetry

Diana Santiago Oct 2018

She carries it behind her
Has a hold of her heart
Weighing her down on the daily
Unable to tear it apart

When she awakens in the morning
It sits on top her shoulders
Doesn't move and taking residence
Heavy like some gargantuan boulder

It's that monkey on her back
She carries it like some backpack
Freedom of spirit she lacks
Heart and soul showing cracks

DS

#love #addiction #addict #obsession #heartbreak #frustration #entrapment

Grace Spellman Oct 2018

addicted

i got addicted to you
so easily

the withdrawal
almost killed me

is there a rehab for broken hearts

#drugs #addict #younglove #breakup #love #sad #deep #heartbreak #depressed

Jasmine Reid Oct 2018

Painkiller

Swallowing pills
                            again
                                       &
                                           again
Trying my best to get high again on the feeling, drugging myself up to remember the feeling of your lips, your warm touch, and inhale your deodorant, that succulent scent.

I want to be sleepless, and think in the night. And be happy, or sad, either one works
But I guess I just want to remember I’m alive

Happy,
             Sad,
                     Nostalgia that drains me, happy memories turning into sour nightly thoughts.

I think of the dark night sky, and I thought there was once stars in your eyes, yes, maybe.

You made me higher than I’d ever been, and I miss you my dear dear happy pill

Druggo right here, am I right?

#drugs #drugaddiction #addict #addictions #prescription

Piyush Gahlot Oct 2018

Sleep Is My Drug

It's nine in the morning,
can't open my eyes,
don't wanna come out of the dreamy world,
I wanna be asleep,
I wanna be static,
if sleep is a drug,
I am an addict.

Most comforting is the morning sleep,
my eyes won't open,
I struggled to sit up,
but crumbled back again.
Have to be in the office,
the clock ticked
If sleep is a drug,
I am an addict.

let me lay in the bed,
don't feel like picking up my phone,
Whatsapp texts are unknown.
the sun is up, I don't wanna be.
take a leave or be awake and go,
my mind is in total conflict.
Yes sleep is my drug,
And I am an addict.

struggling to wake up this morning. Devoted to all the lazy people.

#sleep #lazy #morning #life #addict #drug #insomnia #feel #dream

Josh G Oct 2018

Acceptance

We are often seeking recognition
Some, more than others, crave it
Like an addict itching for their next dose

We do everything to achieve that feeling
Rewiring our individuality to follow social norms
All for the slightest boost of self esteem

But this addiction of ours is a curse
Its veil hides you from your real self
Locking it up in a cage for none to see

But you know it's there hiding in the dark
You're too afraid to bring it to light
For your fear of loneliness keeps it silenced

#acceptance #fear #afraid #recognition #curse #addict #caged

Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018

Effort (Haiku)

I wish you'd put as
Much effort into getting
Clean as getting dope

When I lost my excuses I gained results

#addiction #drugs #****** #effort #clean #dope #sad #addict #recovery

Gabriel Bonney Sep 2018

Addict

I've tried to give up poetry,
As if it's some addiction.
Sometimes I feel like an addict.
Do you ever feel like that, you poets?
Do you get my depiction?
Addicted to the pen,
Confined to your mind--your paddock.
I feel like a ****** who's on it again,
Writing another poem to a friend,
For others to use it as I pretend.
I'm addicted to the waves,
As I'm tossed and blown about--their slave.
They pull me asunder.
Oh Lord, take me under.
Blow my cover.
Let me not be another fanatic on dope.
That doesn't mean I smoke;
I'm talking about words with emotion,
But sometimes I get lost in this ocean.
Compulsive to smoking,
I'm writing this, hoping,
That as my pen is the lighter
And my cigarette is the page,
I can light your soul on fire,
While keeping the addict in his cage.
May your demons choke on the brume
By the words that are the smoke you consume.

#poetry #addiction #addict #poet #mind #creativity #emotion #smoking

S Rose Sep 2018

The Mosquito

The color of thick smoke, but feathery like haze.

The sound off its wings reminiscent
Of today’s technology, humming persistent,

Its snout a needle, searching for veins.

I avert my eyes from the unpleasant theft
As though recoiling from alcoholic breath;

Though, when it bites, its midriff inflames,

To the sweet red hue of indulgence...
But never without consequence...

A person’s skin, left welted and maimed.

“Don’t touch it!” they scold,
But resolve grows old...

Scratching is all that I crave…

#addiction #addict #modern #story #common #drugs #alcoholic #society #help #dark