"addictively" poems
I exhaled
Smoke riding towards
The stars
My eyes red swollen
Tracing thousands of scars
And everything felt stolen
And my blood and pain covered me
In places you couldn’t see
My knees scratched
Feeling brokenly free
And I let my eyes
Become the ocean
I asked God for something
Broken from emotion
And I saw lights
That made me smile
Some nights
Breaking what I thought
Was unreliquishing darkness
Which I addictively sought
And God I swear
I tasted heaven
Smelt it in the air
The lights dimmed
And the beach tractors
Drove past me
But heaven went right through me
And even through that hell
I tasted heaven
And that kept me
Alive
Because I saw the light and I tasted heaven
When I was drowning in hell
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
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Your love is as sweet as the sugar,
That I've been addictively indulging,
For so many years.
*Every piece of you,
Is just the most gratifying that I have tasted!*
But when together we've been drowned with tribulations,
You just gave up rapidly...
And dissolved!
*Integrating and going with the flow,
Of those torments and allurements,*
Now where are you?
You are now a part of those afflictions that drowned you,
I can still taste your sweetness,
*Every time I sip through the trials,
That we've face,
Resulting to weaken your knees,
And been defeated,*
I was totally in great pain,
To know that your love,
Can be just greatly surmounted,
By miseries in life,
But what can I do?
I fight, you relinquish,
And until then,
You just become a memory,
Of an achingly baleful chronicles of my life.
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
You are my sweet escape.
You help me get out of my blues
and paint my world in different hues.
You are my source of vigor.
You get into my body,
flow through my blood,
seep into every part of me
and I will feel alive.
You are a wonderful chaos.
When the world turns me down,
you will make me feel so high.
When people make me cry,
you will suddenly make me laugh so hard.
When darkness surrounds me,
your rays of light will shine on me like
dawn after hours of being blind.
You make me see things that others cannot see,
make me hear soft caressing whispers that others can never hear.
That makes me feel special in someway
You give me freedom to do what I want without any hesitation.
You give me courage to go extreme without fright.
You give me happiness,
unexplainable feeling that needs a zillion words to be described.
They say I'm crazy
they say you are just an imagination, hallucination, a fancy..
an opposition to what is real..
'cause real is pain, real is fear, real is sadness.
You are surreal, but I believe in you.
I want to believe that someone so good as you could be true.
I want to believe that life is more than just rue,
that my life isn't about having insanity, but liberty..
Liberty that I found in you.
You are an abyss I am more than willing to fall in.
You are my drug.
I love you. Yes, I will forever be addictively in love with you..
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
It can't hurt us
Or harm us
To harmlessly flirt
But they see us
And warn us
And harmfully assert
The grass isn't greener
It's grayer
Than dirt
*
You want me
Curiously
I'm bitter to the taste
You make me laugh
Addictively
Addiction here laced
If we were there
If we weren't
Spill of the chase
*
Acting coy
Just acting
For everyone's eyes
Ours lock
And look
Internally decide
What harm
We seek
To whom do we lie?
*
Just friends
Friends playing
With poison in cups
If you drink
The venom
From your veins I will ****
The scars
Won't move
There is no luck
*
Raw fantasy
Fresh meat
My mind wanders mud
Play cheat
Cheat the joker
Roses in bud
Come closer
Look at me
Feel the heat of my blood
*
It can't harm us
Or hurt us
To flirt harmlessly
They'll watch us
So we must
Chase silently
In our heads
It shall stay
That question 'If we...'
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
the abrupt confusion of people
when confronted by unconditional kindness
is addictively amusing and,
quite the damper.
how tragic we are,
capable of selfless service
meeting it only with suspicion and,
disbelief.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Addictively sweet
Soaking wet
Moist tongue
Doused fervor
Brewing storm
At her engorged fruit
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
I've become afraid of the dark.
I lost my sunshine,
The reason I wake up
The way all my deep rooted efforts bud
The light on my path of love;
I lost you.
I find myself too many times
Wondering when you're gonna fill the space in my bed
Because you already filled the hole in my heart,
So I figured you'd be open to the idea.
My fingers never stop twitching
And I can't help but think
That they're looking for yours
To latch on to and never let go
like teenage summer nights
Filled with pinky promises
In which we both realized
That you cant break something
as sacred as us.
My mind is always running now.
I think its trying to catch up to you
Lapping past any other thought process in my head,
Speeding faster than my heartbeat
When we make eye contact
and I fall in love with you all over again.
There's plenty of girls out here in college
But now that I'm at the point
That my eyes dart from girl to girl,
Frantically hoping that one of them will save me
By taking the shape
of the most beautiful girl in the world
And being you by surprise,
I start to notice
That I bite my nails now more than ever,
Nervous that if you become anything less than my primary concern, my body wont know how to respond anymore.
My legs wont stop moving
Because they're a bit lost
Now that they're not trying to trip you
Until you fall a little bit more in love with me;
I think my ADD is growing.
I cant focus on anything
except trying my hardest
To remember
the feel of your curves,
the grace of your hair,
The tingle in my lips when we kiss,
The perfect harmony of your voice,
The slight slouch of your stance,
The heartwarming laugh you make
Before you smile,
The way your tears felt on my chest
The last time I was able to hold you.
I think
I'm in love.
I think
My body is trying to escape it, but
I think
I finally found out
What its like
To feel alive.
You gave me ADD -
Addictively Deep Devotion.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Welcome to the house of addictions: please, leave your assumptions at the door. . .
I emptied my pockets
I sorted the change
My conscience receding
Mentality, deranged
A straw in my nose
And a blade in my hand
The velvet of breathing,
Crushed on command
A line of white rabbit
Appears on my desk
Clean, and well sorted,
Yet I am a mess
If a substance is stronger
Than myself, alone,
Perhaps I should ***** it
Addictively prone
For, the path of assumptions
Undoubtedly leads
To the house of addictions
In which you’ll find me. . .
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
**Why does every poem published feel risky?
Why does it cause me such a hard time?
I think "What am I even doing?"
And "Am I wasting my time?"
Is it recognition that I'm seeking?
Or is there something else I'm trying to find?
And just what is wrong with me?
Is this a talent, obsession, or is it an affliction?
If you could only see the way i scribble addictively..
I wouldn't be shocked if you staged an intervention.
Am I a poet or am I losing my sanity?
And could all my hopes be founded in fiction?
Still, my goal isn't nearly defined.
My mental organization could be improved..
I write as much as a nut case of some kind.
Is it in my best interest for my pen to be removed?
Patterns and stanzas keep me shallowly refined.
I'll ignore the hazard; it's excused.
No reason to admit defeat because of cold feet.**
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
The doubt...it fills me to the brim with anxiety until it is too painful to bare.
The jealousy...its like trying to avoid breathing in smoke when your house is in flames and the windows are locked..suffocating.
The love...its like the pain you feel while having an asthma attack.. you cant breath the air you so desperately need and the harder you try the more your chest aches.. the more your world sways near destruction at the thought of never tasting the addictively sweet scented air. Its like I can almost see the end from this spot where i brace myself in your arms from whats to come. Its crazy..looking for protection in the arms of the enemy.
The shame and the guilt.. its like learning to hate myself all over again after having spent 4 ******* years just to be okay with being alive without that person whos name I still cant seem to say.. its like I want to scream "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!! SHE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME BECAUSE YOU LET HER. YOU EVEN HELD HER WHILE SHE POINTED THE GUN RIGHT AT MY HEART THAT WAS MEANT ONLY FOR YOU " But I cant because I choke on the love that I have for you that was never my idea in the first place.
The end... its like going through hell all over again.. its like standing on the tracks knowing a train is on its way but I cant move because you told me if I really loved you I would stay forever. Even as the end is on its way.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
I could easily be addicted
EASILY be addicted.
I'm easily addicted.
or am I easily addictive?
or addictivly easy.
I'm easy?... me?
am I addictively easy?
easily an addict?
absolutely...not me!
I mustn't be.
YOU are the one addicted to me.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
Of all the experiences we share
A reality check is our least favorite.
Cloaked in excuses so consistently incredulous
My incredible feet would already be out the door on someone else
But it's you.
So instead I enter an alternate reality
Where like black magic I can turn my
Anger or sadness (depending on the day),
Into the selfless, understanding, and forgiving love
I've been craving from you since the first time
Our eyes became windows to our souls in seconds
In that all-consuming stare where my body sent
The most intense electric signals deep down to my core,
Since the first time you finally tasted
Every addictively sweet είσοδος of my body
Knowing every lick you gave me,
Every sacred act of worship
Would loosen the locks on the iron gate of your fragile heart.
Would you rather feel crazy or live in fear?
We each pick our poison.
I've never seen a structure like yours up close
Twisted pillars to form that tortured cage around your heart,
Regrettably sealed shut,
Its crevices filled with just enough rose-colored glass
To somehow make me ignore all your mangled metal.
Seeing isn't always believing (even though I've seen it-
but more importantly, felt it,)
The precious flower bud in the middle of your iron prison
The loveliest shade of potential I've ever laid love on;
How could seeing be believing
When my favorite flower has yet to bloom?
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
They say love is the equivalent to the air that gives us sustenance.
It keeps us alive
What if that love become addictively toxic
Calling from the seductive abyss, it whispers your names
When the deafening silence is screaming
In the dead of the night, Your truthful minds in control
Pictured in a montage of guidance
You can know longer hide, a piercing uncensored truth
your hearts true feelings, saddened breaks down and cry
You love each other wholeheartedly
This is without an ounce of doubt
The unspoken truth is
You both know you sinfully bad for one another
This will never change, from this waking daydream you want to completely breakout
When you love, He hates
A constant cause and effect
likened to aphrodite in the heat of summer
the passion is so raw, you believe you were hexed
One moment you both vindictively breaking each other down
The next your clothes get strewn to the floor
Getting lost in a lustful haze
Yet both having one hand on the door.
Hungrily taking in every taste and feeling every feathered touch
This crazy love is what you both crave
Your soul lustfully thirst for
A hungered desire that's never enough.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
*It will sting; sedative, seductive, relaxing your body down soft.
Bittersweet poison,
burning away what no longer serves you.
I invade.
I melt inside of you, mending ourselves.
What’s you is me, what is me is now you.
A melted identity.
Bittersweet, togetherness.
To know I am always there.
To feel unison, undivided.
To see truth and trust.
You taste me addictively; trickling acid down your tongue.
You hear my whispered sweet nothings, covering the sizzling of my work.
I am passion;
Pouring my heart and soul into everything and everyone.
I am the Scorpion’s sting.
Will you love me?*
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
As those whom sit in pain sufferings , desperately.
As those whom hurting desperately for freedom.
As those whom lay up all night crying their eyes out.
As those whom are addictively held prisoner within themselves.
As each of these living an hell of each his own sufferings.
They each struggle with their own giants tormenting them.
Each one needs a Savior to rescue them and save their lives.
Some shall finally seek out his salvation and thank him for it.
Others shall continue to try to rescue themselves to no prevail.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
She gripped for her sanity
Clinging to potions and herbal remedies
Searched for words, desperately
The void leading to alternative poetry
Never feeling things clearly
Composing rhythms more effectively
Lifetimes lacking serenity
Her words easing more than Hennessy
Masterpieces to occupy infinity
Or, at least, hold their own, indefinitely
Even to her, her muse is a mystery
Craving simplicity, not denying complexities
Finding the insignificant inspiring
A much greater fate to which she's aspiring
Accustomed to an unbound mentality
Skilled to manifest, persuade her own destiny
Success infects, not only genetically
Prophetic grandeur that she'll fulfill, definitely
Spitting out diction- somewhat addictively
By design, she's cursed as a poet, respectively
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Severed sisters addictively
Seeking out serendipity
Atrophied on antipodes
Eating feasts from antiquity
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC