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kenye Mar 2013
Freedom from addiction
Means keeping pills in relapsing distance
I just need the presence, the friction
The suffering of temptation
Released
A downward spiral
or something cliché enough to drag me to the bottom
I let go of everything once
Trying to force a flow of liberation
Misguided euphoric tide
At least for the half-life
Then the comedown
Through the noise
This kid is making a comeback
Infantilizing the sacred ground
Back to primal setting
Bursts of energy via the star nursery
These compulsions
Lead to impulsions
When the nervous system's wracked
I'll be here wrapping my head around
Trying to control the chaos
Organized crime in the mind of the attention deficit
Demanding change in this temple trashed by the afterparty.
Beatrix Green Mar 2014
It was a rainy day for me
I done your number when you were sleeping
and you replied me like the world was keeping
our promise, our love

I held your hand farther me
and you embraced it, even if it were cold
because our narrow hands never ends to hold
our promise, our love

I touched your chest infantilizing me
and you watched me asking why
so I tell you're the most precious thing existent while
I look at you hopeless, but in love
with you.

*Forever.
time is our enemy: it pass too slowly for our love and too quickly for our words.
Graff1980 Oct 2016
I am twisted.
As self-inflicted
fissures
crack
from all the pressure
that fizzles within,

not from soda or gin
but from my growing discontent
as I contend
with this trend
Of infantilizing
women and men,

this categorizing
everything improperly
for the sake of comfort,
consistency, and certainty
labeling things
that need no label
instead of just letting beautiful things
be complicated and interesting.

— The End —