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A Simillacrum Aug 2019
Fold for life, unfold for death.
Conscience coming on strong.
What are your regrets?
These bones would be between my
fingers regardless.
All good fun in tow,
but now your ghost knows.
You had a show to live,
and yes you did.
I see my feet fall
within your prints.
All good to blame,
when I'm doing this.
Seamus IV Aug 2019
Thinking with short breath, gripping my chest, sinking with stress?
Just to attest, Imagine putting stress to the test
Over pushing boundaries set with intent
Chasing leads, gaining lost time pursuing a lust with broken trust
Only to rise to the question
Can the duality of morals and ethics which define us..
Be overwritten?
Misconstrued needs for skeptics lost in line
Slowly assimilating breathless methods

Hijacked

Black rose petals spiraling to conclusion, Decomposing as if to forget this
Why don't I neglect this elusive euphoria defined in terms of confusion?
Split paths once veering in opposite directions begin running parallel
I know I'm here, but who's that there?
Ominous reflections veer back with eyes unfamiliar
A face with no definition grabs my wrist lurching me forward
Weightlessly ***** following a diverging direction with questioned intention.
Where are you taking me? (Silence)
Operating in two places at once, questioning who is the driver

Hijacked

There but ever increasingly distant, attempting to reach you
The sunrise rekindling the spark of yesterdays intuitions
Preserving eloquence like a flower in full bloom
Suddenly fades eerie in an instant, dwindling on gloomy restless expressions
Cloudy perception refracted by crystalline illusions
The evanescent cypress terpene, king of bliss
Flowing in the direction towards what has been calling it most
An icy chill enters my chest, a constant race to chase an endless quest
A ploy of acceptance with a cotton ball
SEAL May 2019
Should I smoke for fun
Or for an ounce of nicotine
Measley dopamine
Should I devote it to the God of death
Will he come with pain,
Or will he let me enjoy this epiphany?
Don't smoke
awknight May 2019
I dream of death by bullets
entering the jaws of strangers
exiting my own skull
my own mortality is fragile
in the hands of my instability
As I shoot, like fireworks, across
the blue sky and paint it red
is that my finality?
Akwana Wa Odera Mar 2019
'Lady's first'
My favorite catch phrase
Every time we walking together
And want to see her *** move all together
A beauty in bold letters
Still contemplating on which font's better.
With comparisons to none
She's always left me in awe
Just how...,
How could she have existed
This carefully drawn
And beautifully presented piece of art,
To which I've withdrawn
My resistance
And let her capture my heart.
'This my destination'
She says with hesitation
'My hug...?'
She turns
And smiles
I can never deny
She gets me hypnotized
As I disappear in her eyes
It's like they sparkle
Releasing a thousand fragments
Of light
Confusing me on which
Is the most bright
This new high
She takes me
Beyond normal level heights
With which i get deep within
My new favorite drug
My dopamine.
'***?'
She brings me back
And hug her tight
Whispering in her ear
'I love you back'

Akwana Wa Odera
@therealakwana
© 2019
John Stephenson Mar 2019
I need a fix
I'm going low
Without a hit
I'll get sad
And who's fault's that?
Give me a fix
Or I'll go mad

It's Dopamine I need

So click on 'Like'
No. Better still,
I'd love your 'Love'
It's such a thrill.
I'll feel better for
a 'Comment', or two.
a fix like that
would see me through the day.
The more you give
the happier I'll become

It's Dopamine I need

Give me a fix
I need it bad
If you 'Follow' me
I'd be so glad
You reward me
with this Happy Drug
I'll reward you
with a verse or two.

In the hope this drug flows both ways
Lets be Happy together.
So for both of us
just give me Dopamine
Xallan Feb 2019
you give me a new kind of high
that I've never even felt before
yet familiar
a sober rush, an impossible love
without romance or passion
but so full of ecstasy
it fills my mind with so much
so much think
drowning in so much oxytocin
I hardly remember what cortisol is
or motivation for my future
because these drugs addle me
all I see is you
my syringe and my supplier
not quite an addict
but certainly lacking self-control
with you every weak breath
is momentous, and minor
in the moment
empty without the next
without forward motion
just more chaos
more oxytocin, more dopamine
flooding my bloodstream, each ruptured cell
my sight grows dim
flooding my brain, every neuron ablaze
my reason grows faint
flooding my mind, the only soul I have
my thought grows loud
drowning in so much dopamine

filling the empty space where my heart was
and you give me a new sensation
something akin to love
Christopher Dec 2018
4 out of 5 become different.
But the one will change the world.
So why not me?

I've got the plans but no action.
Seems I'm no different than the 4 and 3.
Except I'm not dependent on chlorine or finding the right thing to make me happy.

1 and 2 just remind me that we can all fall into the ability of finding ways of not being so panicky.
Though hold your breath deep and hope these things will stay for a while.
So why not me...
Chlorine and the Right Thing seem so easy and the thing that keeps them from being shakey helps them.
So why not me?
I've already found my thing but the sad truth is there's no way out.

Counseling is a way
Sure talk about why it seems so wrong.
Even though I caught you looking at them the way I do, you still lecture me as if you're not doing it.
Hypocrite...

I admit I'm an addict
But could you blame me as they blame themselves.
Excuse this excuse that.
So why not me....
I ******* hate myself a lot for my addictions but you know, life is weird. Happens for reasons we do or don't understand.
gabriela Oct 2018
i look at you and it feels like
i'm playing musical chairs.
the room falls silent
and i fall into you.

it's endless, really.
i kiss you and all i taste is
dopamine. chemical reactions.
i cannot get enough.

the grass is wet.
i look down at our feet
and i want you to stay here for this
brief moment in time.

"yanno," i begin to say.
               "what would i do without ya?
                you're my eyes and ears."
i cover your face so your senses are
devoid of anything but my touch.

you grin widely,
and that is enough.
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