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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


I dare not dull my mind
with wine, unless it's
truly sweet. As much I want
to rest, I hear my pen's pleas,
as its golden blood bleeds; for
to always stay vertical! Only
on my deathbed, should it
be laid to rest horizontally.


The power of the pen.
I literally find it hard to put the pen down at times,
even when sometimes,  I'm not in the best place
mentally to do anything....
Anyway, the Gala 4 and 5 are out!
6 will be out tomorrow!
Have a great night/day!
Lyn ***
Crave for me like a smoker
Craves for a puff each night.
She Writes Apr 2018
She was like black coffee
Dark and bittersweet
But so very addictive
Ted Mar 2018
"A slave to your waters,
how I beg to kneel
and drink from you.

I feel so in control and powerful,
when under your influence.

Little do I realize,
how truly powerless I am,
when you're in me.

Under your grip,
with even one sip,
held so tight,
I have no life in sight."
Lexi Mar 2018
When I'm alone I shake, I push people away and I hide from the world because I'm afraid I'm going to brake.

When I'm alone I think. I think so much that when I try to remember what I was originally thinking about I can't.

When I'm alone I don't let anyone talk to me. Then I hate myself for being such a burden to them. Why am I like this? Talk to me.

When I'm alone I can't take a shower. Because that involves moving. Doing something I don't want to do.

When I'm alone for too long I shut down. I turn off my iPod so you can't talk to me. I turn off my tv. I turn off my lights as if that will turn off my brain and I lay there. Not moving. Not thinking. No emotion just.... Laying in the pitch black, a corpse that breathes.

When I'm alone it's like going through withdrawal. Doctor says therapy but I say I like being happy. It's worth the pain.

When I'm with you I forget about this. I'm happy, I'm laughing and talking. I am addicted to you. You are my drug.
SangAndTranen Mar 2018
You can feel the tension rising
Clenching, everything grimacing
You run towards
The high pressure
The gravity releasing
Until you are flying.

And when you are flying
You have to reach to grasp something
The tension overflows
It's so beautiful and yet so overwhelming
Like you want it to stop but you never want it to end
Uncanny, like no drug that ever existed

And you cannot keep yourself from writhing
Under the pressure
Under the insanity

It has slipped control from your pocket
And it is making you malfunction
In the most addictive way
And you love it

And then it's all over
The tension is gone
You are left weak
Control back
And you mourn your wings.
Hmm, what do you think this poem is about?
Georgia Feb 2018
Caffeine my dearest addiction, the thing that I breathe the thing I crave the thing that keeps me alive...
Designed to keep its users going like some well oiled machine...
I need you to live...
You change me give me life I breathe your scent to stay alive.
I have never been more hooked than I am right now
Using you to keep above my sleep deprivation fuelled by my need to change my creation.
Essentially, but I think I've already got a more dangerous addiction...
You
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