Poetry Blogs (addiction obsession)
Why do all the greatest ideas arise after illegal consumption. Why does fate always suggest such a temptation.
It’s exhausting the provided short lived excitement. Aiming to throw our reality of its alignment.
Time starts to have no logical meaning. it starts to no longer seem to exist. The struggle is a twisted game you fail to resist.
It’s unnatural what my body is now ...
Friday 20th November 2020 8:42 pm
I will paint a picture
of my life with a border
a perfect picture of obsessive compulsive disorder
imagine inside a house above a fire is a
the painting is of a scene
inside a house with a painting on the wall
above the fire
and smaller again the painting on the painting
on the painting and it just gets smaller until it's a dot
A single dot left on the chalk board
Tuesday 25th June 2019 2:08 pm
Pins and needles,
Trickling down my spine,
These thoughts that I have,
Are always on my mind,
In a dark room,
The walls are closing in,
Feeling all alone,
In a world full of sin,
These demons play games,
They fuck with my head,
They tell me to get high,
I Just pray instead,
Life and death,
Isn't what I fear,
Its the thoughts of my loved ones,
That bring me to tears,
Pain and misery...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:59 am