Addicted

Addicted

A Poem by Nothing Personal
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So what am I addicted to?

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Seeds of death, sown in each soul
In the baby, the young , the very old
Walk past the streets , do your daily task
Can you all feel, life, flowing past?

Life revolves mundane , three storied offices
In absence of love, Lucy's are paid
Can purchased breasts , synthetic kisses feel same
O what will I do now, My life's in vain.

Why haven't I, taken a tour of the world?
Read all those books, Watched all those slides
Treasured all those girls, who wanted to be mine
Looked at expensive mirrors, praised when I had time.

I have an illness , strange and wise
Medicine unprescribed , doctors denied
Compare a lightning flash to dim candlelight
Addicted to life, I don't want to die.



© Nothing Personal. January 03, 2011.

© 2011 Nothing Personal


Author's Note

Nothing Personal
Hair of the Dog Prompt - Tap # 1

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(I thought I reviewed this before...but maybe I just read it...) It was good for a second read...I love what you do anyway, so it's no surprise! Great work, I especially liked:
"Can purchased breasts , synthetic kisses feel same"
and
"I have an illness , strange and wise
Medicine unprescribed , doctors denied
Compare a lightning flash to dim candlelight
Addicted to life, I don't want to die"

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Way cool, especially the last stanza! And what a great way to frame it, so positive, really.

Great write, Dahlink!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved this. :) it's an idea that not many people think about, though really, it should be so obvious.
great job. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel as if I have witnessed the birth of a Third Eye.
Amazing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

don't forget to mention the raw egg and tobasco... The first and third stanza's stand out to me. Realizations come at different periods in our lives. This is a good representation of one of those periods.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

really nice. One suggestion- instead of "work" in first stanza, "task" sounds better with "past". doesn't rhyme, but you have a lot of sound alikes so, in my mind, it flows better. "Can purchased breasts"- purchase from a can or did you mean " Can purchase breasts"? Wasn't sure if you meant it or typo. great content. really liked it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great f*****g poetry :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow! that was a very well written poem, perhaps my favorite. I got the idea out of it to not be fake, live life and cherish it because it's not hear forever. Great write

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wonderful, thought-provoking poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, me too! This is an addiction I hadn't contemplated, but it is one from which I guess I also suffer....if suffer is the word. Your first two lines grab the reader immediately, and the third verse contains such insight....especially love the final phrase "praised when I had time." Well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

provoking - addicted to life or feeling alive....

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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