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Addiction

Folder: 
PAin and HAte

     A place of peace
 a  Desolent place
 of Death and decay
     In your mind you
     Can't fight it
  you can   Taste it
     In your mind
    Only you can fight it
    Neather you nor him can save you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Foot in Mouth

The Diction of Addiction

See, I started stealing pills from my mom

3-4-5 at a time, but now they're gone

For a minute all my problems would just fade

But the high faded too after not too long

And that's when it gets to me, that's when it hits me

That no god damn drugs can fix me

Curled up on my bed, suffering evermore

Now I'm praying to God, hoping that he'll forgive me

I'm left, trying, just to understand

Not using what's illegal, avoiding what is banned

Not using what is mine, but it should be fine!

But now it's just frickin' getting out of hand

Yeah, now I'm losing all sense of reality

Providing a false sense of immortality

Not helping anymore and it's driving me insane

Striking me with a far gone mentality.

These overwhelming headaches that feel like earthquakes

Inside of my head, and no matter how much I take

The pain won't go, yeah it's trapped inside of me

An addiction that got hold of me, that I just can't shake

It's a feeling that I get, it's a nuisance that I want

But when the high goes, there's spirits haunt-ing me

It's a chore, it's a prize, it's really just daunting to me

But when I try to walk away, the pills are taunting me

They're looking at me, saying, "Please just stay!

If you go away, then there'll be no one left to play!

We just want to be with you one more day, please!"

And although so stupid, my mind just says "Okay."

So enthralled by demons within this medication

Loving the sweet, harmful, crazed sensation

But don't be like me, yeah, the moral of the story is

Just be yourself and resist the temptation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Easter egg" in the first eight lines. I'm a pissed off dumbass if you can't tell by the poem.

Confessional Hurt

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Holding the ladder 
I was hungry 
looking at the waiting dawn. 

Raw landscape: 
narcissism 
forages the belly. 

Picking up the figs 
from passion flowers. 
Is that right? 

Can you sow the seeds 
on a cloud? 
Unclothed words? 

Stealthily 
a guerilla smashes 
a summary of centre. 

A falconer 
releases a prey 

Taking Off

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Outraged film 
and dirt life. 
The descent was complete. 

A shadow under the moon 
walks past the lake, 
comes out of the body. 

Every dream 
leaves an imprint on the glass. 
Will never drink the moonlight again. 

The blank surrender 
alongside crutches 
loses the tolerance of question marks. 

Like my fear 
enveloping you in blazing sun 
for a candle.

Regenerating

Folder: 
Satish Verma

The trembling hands were 
ostrasized for living more 
than the mafia. 

Why the marigold 
will not use the magical potent 
to understand the conceit? 

Wounded by street 
an unease settles on devestated trees. 
How the broken moon will rise now? 

The giver will not distort 
the truth for the sake of bleak landscape. 
Seeds were waiting to sprout. 

You can bend the rainbow. 
Night was raped for nothing. 
Sun will take the revenge.

Smiling Buddha

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A rapt moon was listening 
a tale of two murders. 
Across the caste, fingernails 
were digging in to give - 

a putsch to darkness, unhappened 
in vain. 
A word tears into the untouched 
pain and I bleed for the golden birds. 

Can you transcend an apparition 
alighting on impermanence? 
Time was brewing 
a revolution of untold jokes. 

Death moves in a circle 
to negotiate peace with unknown. 
Skies were indifferent bidding 
farewell to cracks of dawn.

Smiling Buddha

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A rapt moon was listening 
a tale of two murders. 
Across the caste, fingernails 
were digging in to give - 

a putsch to darkness, unhappened 
in vain. 
A word tears into the untouched 
pain and I bleed for the golden birds. 

Can you transcend an apparition 
alighting on impermanence? 
Time was brewing 
a revolution of untold jokes. 

Death moves in a circle 
to negotiate peace with unknown. 
Skies were indifferent bidding 
farewell to cracks of dawn.

Smiling Buddha

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A rapt moon was listening 
a tale of two murders. 
Across the caste, fingernails 
were digging in to give - 

a putsch to darkness, unhappened 
in vain. 
A word tears into the untouched 
pain and I bleed for the golden birds. 

Can you transcend an apparition 
alighting on impermanence? 
Time was brewing 
a revolution of untold jokes. 

Death moves in a circle 
to negotiate peace with unknown. 
Skies were indifferent bidding 
farewell to cracks of dawn.

Sovereignty

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Living 
someone's else death? 
Was that an explicit experiment? 

Starting with an Adonis 
to stitch 
the wounds of angels. 

An unlikely 
walk through the tumor 
of breast, where 

no milk ejects 
the ancestory. I hold 
the words without meaning. 

It was a tragic 
flow of history. 
The echo was searching a sky.