The Unconventional AddictA Poem by Spokensome people have a fear of settling into one life
The unconventional addict
The life swinger
who switches addictions like fashion fades
a million quick fixes
still the faucet leaks
hoping the next long shot sticks to its promises
loaded guns, 100 yard targets, and shaky hands
each pistol has it’s own appeal
but i couldn't tell you how it works
pull the trigger and a bullet whizes by
like guns in a child's hand
I play with lives
I lease but never buy
can’t get caught without an allibi
no way out and
you end up stuck in a life you only wanted to dabble in
can’t I sample like a tasting in ways of life?
treat myself with
warm butter erotica melting in the hotness of my mouth
or pins and needles thrusting holes slowly bleeding me out
for the thrill of pain
ninety degree angled turns
backwards
curve balls
an erect high rise
quick sand sinking lower than the ground itself
bouncing off walls and people
sticking one toe down every road
wandering like an ADD old timer
with alziemers and character deficiets
but no doctor can fix
no cure can correct
no drug can release
no life can please
the unconventional addict
whose actions create a way of life itself
the category of livers who want to subsist
the life of a hundred people
but forget to live their own existence
© 2009 SpokenAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on January 31, 2009 Last Updated on February 1, 2009 AuthorSpokenToto, KSAboutI am.. never the same. I am.. {fill in the blank} I am.. ! I am.. ? I could talk to you for hours about me.... and you'd walk away stratching your head. SOMETIMES YOU JUST .. more..Writing
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