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Humble 7d
Shower me with some reckless love
Let me drown in endless ecstasy.
Xallan Feb 10
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
thorny screwpines stop,
musky fragrent flowers enchant;
blood scented ecstasy!
Athena Feb 6
I want to drown myself
in ecstasy tablets
I want to fill a room with
marijuana smoke
so thick you can't see past your fingers
and fall back onto the bed
I want to eat mushrooms
and lose myself
in a whole new world
and sit on the front steps of freedom
as the sun
sends cotton candy clouds
into an explosion of falling birds
I want to drink chemicals
straight from the vat
so that I can watch myself **** blood
and wonder what happened
last night
as I lay puking my insides out
all over the bathroom floor
I want you to blow smoke in my ears
and bake brownies
to fill the hole
in my stomach
and I want you to sit down with me
and watch everything
Life is a drug, so party
Leo Janowick Feb 4
I will write a poem in your soul
With the pieces of your eternal tenderness.
I will draw every letter with your ****
Letters to the contact of your skin.
I will gather the words with your passion
Even get to rhyme your beauty
And reach the ecstasy of your love..
Roopali Arora Jan 22
I am very well aware,
Of what you think about me,
And how you feel.
I enjoy it,
I take pride in it.
It gives me happiness,
Along with a feeling of self-consciousness.
I felt it earlier too,
The difference this time is
That I've grown up.
We both have grown up.

I indulge in deep thoughts,
It compels me to think about you.
Even if I don't want to.
It does give me pleasure,
It might to you too,
When you see me.
The ecstasy; coupled with anxiety.
That too doubled,
If after a long time.

I might be lingering on your mind,
You might be obsessed with me,
But I do not know what to say,
Or how to feel,
Perhaps because it is new to me.
Like it is to you,
I believe.
05 August 2015.
Found this one between some old drafts.
What length dies sorrow,and dies joy what breadth;
What fool claims this 'the ecstasy of death'?
What show these withered springs,these summers dimmed;
Show what autumn leaves,but man's last cold breath?

Last vial of mirth spilt, and last vial of grief;
Lies what fun in this mockery of relief?
Awaits calm? And think lingers good ahead?
Stands but far from the prospect of belief.

All the hearts of lead,all the hearts of gold,
All the timid,meek men,and all those bold,
All the kings and subjects,masters and slaves,
Must all hear death,hear all its truth told.

Death is dull and cold,death is all but joy,
Death is nature's decree,death is God's toy.
No sexism intended by the use of the word 'man' and 'men'.
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