ADDICTION

rushing through me veins
traveling quickly
to its place of destination
my brain
INHALE
breathing in everything that relaxes me
INHALE again
this time not wanting to let go
floating
cloud 9
stimulation ...physically
cosmic trip.... mentally
EXHALE
past now released through my lips
even memories of this from yesterday
gone
getting high off you creating new bonds
daily!
each high better then the first
no need to chase
this cant even soothe the scratch
i need a fix of u!
not alot
just enough to create a desire to want more
to have this need met
INHALE
these shakes wont go away
truth be told i want them to stay
security!
EXHALE
please dont go
dont make me beg
stuttering, confused, not knowing what to do next.
INHALE
all confusion leaving
as you rush through my veins
entering my bloodstream
invited!
traveling everywhere that your welcomed
EXHALE
making room cuz i need more
all confusion ceases
words come out clear as crystal
INHALE
close to overdose
this is what you do to me
not even contact with you
just conversation
im an addict
your the drug and the rehab
Combined!
Feeding this habit with words
Im a conversation junkie
and your words are my addiction
ADDICTED

daydreamer

night dreams turn into day fantasies for me
imagining realities meant for dreaming
sending me to ecstasy
recounting every moment in this vision
leaving me speechless
no words
just actions
moving into what could be a reality
is this what you doing to me
craving for my sleep
just to dream
eyes open
i see living
breathing this dream
unknown when its birth will take place
loving the anticipation
the unknown brings to me
retracing every move made by us
not wanting this dream to end
my heart is the director
my mind is the screen
we are the actors
actively playing these roles
for me
night dreams turn into day fantasies
DAYDREAMER

nite write...

affection sparks a yearning for passion.....
passion
sentimental values cherished
adoration
creating a soft spot...infatuation
devotion
to be captivated by the simplest thing
inspiration

CREATIVITY

what if we were painters?
attempting to create scenic portraits for our lives
what if the brush was our motivation
and the paint was our dreams
what color would the paint be?
would it be purple full of royal like aspirations
or
would it be yellow....optimistic and full of hope
better yet could it be green-successful and wealthy view

what if our sky was pink and the grass was blue so that when we looked down we are instantly uplifted
what if combined all these colors would be on the canvas we called life

what if we were farmers ?
and we planted all our dreams
and watered them with positivity
nurtured them with ambition
surround them with drive and the grass sprouted life all over these dreams

what if we were singers?
and the notes we sung were countless possibilities of what could be
what if each lyric had a different passion
how would u sing your chorus
would it be a victorious chant or a defeating tune

what if you were creative

LOST

Im lost
stuck on confused
sitting at a crossroad
success & failure
soul stagnate
no progress
confinement
what am i to do?
im looking at motivation
but disappointment is pulling me back
absolution is needed
but confession cant be given
tear shed
miseducation haunting me everyday
out running statistics, stereotypes, racial slurs
abandonment
im lost
but not in this world
in my own mind
trying to find a place to belong....

mental orgasm

I can think of ways to turn your mind on get u off while keeping your
clothes on. Just give me the password to get inside i promise i won't
bite so don’’t try to hide. I just want to touch you mentally kiss you
subliminally betta yet...Let me undress your intellect caress your mind
process. I just want you to ride train of thought. If your mind's a trap, i wanna
get caught up in you let your mind do what it do. Open your mental gates
and let me through cause i wonder if your mind is ever actually on me. I
would be your pillow just to be in your dreams. I keep thinking of our
vibe, our chemistry rename myself memorize if it would help u remember
me cause i must admit u imprinted on my memory open wide...Let me make
love to you mentally lay down your thoughts relax your mind as i
commence to send chills down your subliminal spine. I want use my words
to stimulate your aura i'm trying to make your mind scream my name
see...I'm not suggesting that you should be giving it up it’s just
that...Your mind's kind of tight let me loosen it up ;-) open up for me.
What words are you thinking of? I want to stroke each syllable show each
letter some love. Can i nibble on your consciousness? Can i lick each
word you speak? Yeah i admit...I'm even a subconscious freak make you
reach your peak your mind's having spasms that's that real shit....A
mental orgasm......

emotional release

LOCKED. UP PRISONER. NO KEY TO UNLOCK THIS...A WALKING SLAVE.
AFRAID TO LET ANYONE FREE THIS
EMANCIPATION DENIED!
VICTIMIZED BY THESE EMOTIONS
DIVORCED TO HIM
BUT MARRIED BY THIS-HeartEnvyAngerRageTemptation-HEART
TEMPTATION
TEMPTATION TO FREE MYSELF, BUT INHIBITED BY THAT RELEASE
LIES BECOME TORTURE
BEATEN BY THIS
I BECOME WEARY
TO WEAK TO EVEN PROTEST
GIVEN THIS STORY TO BELIEVE
MY EARS CATCH IT, BUT MY HEART DISMISS IT
BACK AND FORTH THIS BATTLE CONTINUES
I LOSE
WHAT IF LOST GOES BEYOND LOSS TO DEFEAT
DEFEAT UPON THIS HEART- TO NEVER LOVE AGAIN
TO SHUT DOWN. LOCKED UP FOREVER!
THIS HEART
HeartEnvyAngerRageTemptation
NEEDS TO BE RELEASED
RELEASED FROM ALL THAT BINDS ME TO EMOTIONAL CAPTIVITY
CAPTIVITY- A PLACE WHERE THE SOUL CANNOT GROW. DREAMS ARE DETERRED AND HEARTS ARE BROKEN.
I WRITE OUT THIS H.E.A.R.T- TO BECOME FREE. FREE FROM WHICH BINDS ME TO HURT. DISAPPOINTMENT, BROKENESS.
THIS NEEDS TO BE FREED FROM ME.
AS I WRITE MY SOUL CRIES, MY HEART ACHESS.
AS THIS INK LEAVES THIS PEN AND TOUCHES THIS PAPER.
I AM RELEASED. FINALLY I AM FREE
THIS H.E.A.R.T NO LONGER LOCKED UP. PRISONER. WALKIN SLAVE. NO LONGER VICTIMZED. NOW A VICTOR!- THIS IS EMOTIONS RELEASEd!