#dopamine
I’m in love with a shadow,
A stranger in disguise.
She whispers sweet euphoria
Then vanishes with lies.
Her name is Dopamine,
And she pulls me to the sky,
Even as the earth below
Prepares for my goodbye.
She carves her marks upon my skin,
Each line a fleeting thrill.
They sting, they scar, they echo,
But somehow, they still feel real.
I chase her touch relentlessly,
Through pain, through empty sin
I’ll follow the path of ruin
Just to feel her once again.
20h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:31 AM UTC
Things are different,
Indifferent
Stuck in multi bubbles...
Not knowing, not caring
Stuck in the digital Neverending expansion
So now everyone is connected with anyone
Coming closer to eachother is not the wishful result,
Prior is to scroll swipe and stare at the screen
The easiest For your daily shot of dopamine.
Welcome in the collective digital slave to the machine.
Where mankind loses their number 1 position
Falled for the trick with open eyeSooner or later they all die
Because we all are getting useless,
************* useless
Things are different,
Indifferent
Stuck in multi bubbles...
Not knowing, not caring
Stuck in the digital Neverending expansion
So now everyone is connected with anyone
Coming closer to eachother is not the wishful result,
Prior is to scroll swipe and stare at the screen
The easiest For your daily shot of dopamine.
Welcome in the collective digital slave to the machine.
Where mankind loses their number 1 position
Falled for the trick with open eye
Sooner or later they all die
Because we all are getting useless, ************* useless
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
We are all addicted to
one more.
One more soda.
One more drink.
One more hit.
One more ****
One more purse.
One more affair.
One more pound lost.
One more one-night stand.
One more subscription.
One more look at ****
One more blunt.
One more poker game.
One more blackjack hand.
Hit the slot
one more time.
One more distraction.
One more like.
One more follower.
One more message.
One more game.
One more binge.
One more candy bar.
One more shopping spree.
One more kiss.
One more ****
One more lie.
One more promise.
One more chance.
One more excuse.
One more pill.
One more.
One more.
One more.
We are all addicted to
one more.
One more
and then we’ll stop.
One more
and then we’ll change.
Just
one more.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
Bedroom walls affixed with infinity lights
Resting ***** face
Couldn’t pay her lad to crack a smile
You’re in my dreams too much of late
Excessive Botox and lip filler
Her names Sarah but she’s more duck
**** I know, I can’t help but drill her
Son Jack is her whole world bro
Whole weekend at his grans though
Your anxiety isn’t real
Maybe you should smoke more ****
Tenner deal all you’re good for is to breed
Predatory high interest loans
Cold callers give me the chills on the phones
Am I in a dream or am I the dream?
You’re in my dreams so much of late
I can’t grasp the concept of reality babe
All I see is your ******* beautiful face.
How am I meant to succumb to you all?
Instant gratification sector
Tap into the void along the hall
Haunting my dreams just like a spectre
Gigi Hadid’s exquisite chest
Speckled with unique freckles
Don’t even come close to your best
She loves me with every plucked petal
Mandatory dating app
Small talk just doesn’t quite cut it
How about get under the table and **** it?
Let’s be totally adventitious
Now that to me sounds delicious.
Am I in a dream or am I the dream?
You’re in my dreams so much of late
I can’t grasp the concept of reality babe
All I see is your ******* beautiful face.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
I feel happy
And
Apparently
Depressed people never
Feel happiness,
Don’t remember
The rush of joy,
And
Long for
The high
Of
Ecstasy.
It seems,
Maybe it’s invalid.
Maybe it’s just
Sadness.
Sometimes, I think,
Maybe.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
O, dopamine—friend or foe?
Do I even want to know?
You whisper soft in joy or pain,
Then vanish like the summer rain.
You dress in laughter, dress in fire,
You ride the thrill of each desire.
From subtle crush to grand success,
You bait the heart, then leave a mess.
A hunger we all learn to feed,
But never learn what we really need.
O, dopamine, you wear my skin—
You cheer me on, then reel me in.
I see the tricks, I feel the sway,
Yet chase you just the same each day.
But maybe truth is not to flee,
Just learn which part belongs to me.
I’ll dance with you, but know what’s real—
O, dopamine… we’ve made our deal.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
What if all the chemicals
and screens
disappeared from the earth,
would you crawl
out of your skin
or rise to the task?
It is said that there is no cure
because answers
thrive only in silence
when one learns how to ask
Instead we accelerate
to consume noise
through wild fields of dopamine,
clawing with no poise:
we exploit weakness
for personal gain
until sincerity bleeds
from the picture
and there’s no room left in frame
for an honest work of art
because we’d rather
exhaust the canvas
with moments devoid of heart
Humility is a difficult lesson
most live in reverie
as hollow, floating silhouettes
desperate to equate value
with material progress
until one of two options remain:
convene with the
shaking breaths
or envision a hapless fate
Darkness, it looms
pleading to steer our
attention
to do nothing and sit with grace,
showing a natural way
to create harmony
while sifting through
time and space,
yet we continue to
sit upon ivory towers
ignoring balance
that only succeeds
with the fusion of light,
because in darkness
is the beginning of all life
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 9:47 PM UTC
Tired of the itch,
tired of the chase
looking for what I don’t have
while the world
goes down in flames,
making excuses about
how it’s ingrained,
when all it really takes
is discipline
mixed with a little bit of
pace
Still,
I hover in the wind,
let me float back through
the wild fields of dopamine
where we all take refuge;
inside of a haze,
fearing truth,
destroying self worth
only to secure
temporary comfort
My energy
is frozen in time,
it siphons into everyone I touch
with each heavy hearted step,
forging the very culture
I am certain
is the reason life is so hard
because I’ve seen the depths
of my own broken parts
and still hear a voice
in the back of my head
ring out:
“If reality
is set in stone by
how you perceive,
and you can see
the endlessness of it all,
then why do you set store by
any so-called beliefs?
Isn’t that just
habit underneath?”
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
trying to get a little dopamine—
In somebody’s lap.
Flashbacks.
Shivering.
Hands,
hands,
hands.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
Distraction after another distraction,
Chasing dopamine but it’s fleeting.
My failure to take any real action,
And patterns go again repeating…
Sitting with it would be better-
Creating space with each exhale-
But instead, I seek quick pleasure,
Can I escape from this mental jail?
With each transient gratification,
Receptors meet a chemical reward.
Producing less natural generation-
I just want my brain restored.
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 7:40 PM UTC
what makes us beautiful? printed notes sanctioned by the government? three layers of plastic that attaches to the skin. electricity that runs in your spines, blue rays invading your lonely night. a night where jasmine’s weep because you’ve lost sight of their existence.what makes us beautiful? pixelated rays emitting diodes of dopamine. colours and colours of chrome attached to screens. what makes us beautiful, then? 360 degree surveillance across borders and borders of human civilisations. what makes us beautiful then? maybe a solitary ray of sun as it wraps around your face at dawn? but how would you know that, as you’re doused from the pixels of yesterday, making you numb enough to make sleep through the morning.
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 12:17 AM UTC
i heard them say it's bad to push away the negativity
under the blanketing embrace of a nice evening drink
but my mind isn't well and my time seems at an end --
do i really have a problem when i worry that i'm the problem?
do i need to abide by the constructs those i do not know
have created for people like me to stand beside and follow
despite the everyday occurrences that warrant the attention
of those who sit and wait and do not listen?
shall i walk my way down this narrow street
under the dimming streetlights as cars pass me by
just because that's what's supposed to help me survive?
or perhaps i should visit the dwindling spaces
occupied by those paid to sit and listen
to the life stories of those they do not know?
shall i trust their intentions and pray for remission
of these symptoms that never seem to fade?
no -- instead, i think i'll bask in this sun
and reach my quivering hand to the right
to pick up my drink tilted on its side
and press it to my lips to taste the bitter embrace
of this warm can of serotonin and dopamine.
Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 6:58 PM UTC
I was an empty vassal,
She poured out her ocean of love
As lucid as I am, it permeated through me
Now I am feeling amorphous, vivid chemistry reaction...
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
Dopamine, dopamine,
serotonin levels high,
need satisfied,
Drug of happiness,
that's what you need!
Love is all around,
passionate dark love,
It ruffles feathers
and tells of the soul,
dopamine flying around
can you believe it? - hmm.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
The flash flood of euphoria,
is swallowed by the thirsty ground,
eternally unquenched.
I will smile,
and fix my eyes on the desert sun.
I will grow roots and bloom,
an endogenous cactus,
while envious drifters lick the sand,
desperate for a drop of rain.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
If you can’t find a familiar voice,
For gods sake, don’t argue.
Just give up and take an easy route.
Without a belt or needle,
Just a cable and a screen.
You’ll be able to shoot up on dopamine.
So easy to always seem right.
**** it, you don’t have to be bright!
The ease we have to escape strife,
Makes me want to steam clean my brain.
Bathe in disinfectant.
Let hand sanitizer be my imbibe.
Better yet bleach.
You can say anything.
Racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, misandrist, dull, shallow, backstabbing, hateful, and malicious.
Go on the internet,
And find a Fuckyeah.com for it.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
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.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
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
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
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?
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
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?
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
'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.
'Hun?'
She brings me back
And hug her tight
Whispering in her ear
'I love you back'
Akwana Wa Odera
@the_real_akwana
© 2019
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC