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Viper Jan 2011
I have to admit I have an uncontrollable addiction

confessing such a thing took some real conviction

my vice cannot be injected, smoked or snorted up ones nose

it all started with you taking off your clothes

My pulse quickend and senses became hightend

without a second thought I removed my clothes no longer frightend

our bodies become one and time seems to no longer exist

the more of you I have,the less I can resist

our breathing gets fast and beads of sweat appear

living in the moment forgetting all we held dear

no more God or nature and the world begins to quake

collapsed in sweat soaked sheets two bodies twitch and shake

some would say my addiction is just ***, but that just isn't true

my addiction was never just ***....it was always just you
copyright Viper 2011
Ruth Jun 2013
Walking down this road for so long.
Searching for that ray of hope.
Always straining my eyes looking all nightlong,
trapped between these walls i tried to cope.

I lose myself little by little with every step,
I almost forgot what i was searching for.
Then i a glimps of something so i quickend my steps,
My heart quickened as i ran across the floor.

"Theres a way out!" i thought,
I started to laugh a thing a never done in a while.
I started to run towards that little light that filled my heart with hope
But then the ray started to get thiner and thiner.

I ran faster and faster but i wasn't fast enough,
I tryed to grasp the light...but i was to late.
I fell unto the ground tears rolling down my face,
So i crawled up into a ball thinking theres no way out.

Then i realized i was trapped in this ever lasting darkness,
Cursed to forever wall down this never ending pavement.
So i stopped and waited for that day were i can see that ray once again.
lowkeymorns Nov 2018
Disregard

I sit here in indulgence
Consuming every and anything
I smoke and drink,
With no care of the outcome.
I let impulse lead me.
My Only care is if I will burn in the flames Of the fires I set.
So Let my demise be time and let each second pass by, or better yet fly.
I'm not so weak as to take the short cut.
Ill still push through each Rutt with no **** to give.
I can take a pill and let go for a bit, then when the mood flips,
That hit gets followed by a sip,
I will say all is done, it was fun,
Lay in my solitude of who I have become, and find peace in knowing Im forever numb.

Influence

I see the world
I see all the people lost in the ****.
Consumed by the day to day facade.
Working day to day for a number on a screen.
Just so they can get a bigger screen,
hoping it will reflect the size of that number.
I see The word media
Its thunder,
with no real choice left for a real dreamer to wonder
Let the past be a trace of are hast
A quickend pase of "that's good enough mind state"
We all relate but do nothing
Market peace and love like it still means something,
But watch reality tv as if it's truth of what we will be,
We slowly form a belief
That what we see is really reality

Ending

I wait for my time to stop or for the clock to drop
Going day to day with little joy saying I'm ok
I'm not.
I'm in and out like water drops from a spout.
Find breaks in a day dream,
but reality would rather keep the light out.
So lock me in my house and let the days go bye,
I'll stay locked inside like I do on the outside.
Not literally but I'm a prisoner of my mind.
I'd move the face on the clock,
If it meant I could move times stride,
weeks, months, years from summer to snow.
Ill sit and listen as the clock ticks grow,
Ill grow old and help my body grow too.
So give me a pill, a drink, a dare, or stare I don't care I'll do any thing I have too,
I welcome letting go.
In this place and time iv realized all I have been doing is just waiting,
Waiting to die
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Dealer of twisted tongue and traderous deeds
Striving to deceive
Parlay among the court and man
Yet justice has been lacked in the stasis it expands
Need I not draw my sword
Quickend to your cold heart
For what wrongs have I done
Deserving such verbal slaughter
Only wrong bond seathing from you
I who was enlightened to evil among man
For all dearest to drawn in the murky poison
Torched in vial tar as your presence smothers free will from grasp
Loving you only for a short time shall bring agony to even the calmest of minds
Not appearing as what you are
But even the best played shade fades Doomed are you for this small battle win
For vain is one who nay see farther then immediate gain
And yet shall be your undoing

— The End —