The Curse of Being an Addict

[Jenna]

This is just an old poem I wrote a while back last year. It's not very good, but feedback would still be nice.

Bubbling, unrealistic, desires,

so inseparable we need pliers.

Hone you're so venomous

it leaves blessedness.

A secret I won't tell

how these actions impel,

because I've become an addict

to the pain you inflict.

I hear your whispering  call

and fight my inner brawl

to your bittersweet  taunt,

it's not a thing I wish to flaunt.

My mind whispers, "more,"

but my heart says, "What for?"

I listen and reflect,

God I'm such a wreck!

Although with you, it's okay.

Ha my logic is quite fey.

I guess my love is blind,

 you jacked up my mind.

My heart  beats in rumbling aches

to your touch that gave me shakes.

Why I screeched, "Are you so deadly?"

It's like a repeating Beatles medley.

This love that's bestowed

is etched down in this ode.

Oh how I love you so..

but it's time to let go.

With a chocked sorrowful  sigh,

I clench my eyes before I cry.

I'm glad we met.

my biggest regret.

This is so long,

your stay was prolong.

Forever I've been concealed,

but now I'll face it all unsealed...

One step at a Time...

[Jenna]

Thanks guys! :)

[Paracosm]

Wow, this really sums up the amount of conflict I feel between loving my world, my friends, and my second reality, and knowing I should let go and live life as I know I should. I don't want to let go—I feel like I belong in my world and to the people within it. I don't know how to live without it.

[Wish Upon A Wish]

This is amazing! Thank you for sharing!

[Jenna]

Thank you Angie! :) I'm glad you can relate to it, I was afraid it would sound more like I was talking about a drug addiction rather than MD.

[Angie Sanchez]

Well, I think your poem is freakin awesome!!!! 

Especially the part : 

My mind whispers, "more,"

but my heart says, "What for?"

I listen and reflect,

God I'm such a wreck!

-I think it clearly reflects how MD can create a conflict between mind and soul. This exactly how I feel MD is. My mind is constantly asking for more but deep inside I know that my daydreams are not real, they are not me. I am constantly asking myself after I finished daydreaming, "why do I do this?" In a way I am reflecting back on what is it I am doing with my life and then finally i realize , like you said "I'm such a Wreck!" I'm wasting my life daydreaming all the time! =(

But in your second to last verse: 

With a chocked sorrowful  sigh,

I clench my eyes before I cry.

I'm glad we met.

my biggest regret.

-I dont think there would be such a more clearer way of showing or telling how MD is like a part of you, the way you wrote it. MD has taken so much from us but in a way it has also given us so much. Ironically MD gave me my life, it gave me hope, inspiration, entertainment, and most importantly happiness. When I daydream, it makes me feel good, it makes me feel happy in a way. But MD is also taking away my life, as I watch my life pass in front of me everyday as I spend hours in alternate world that doesn't even exist. MD is my curse and my cure.

Overall, I really loved your poem. Your very talented, keep writing poems posting them up. These are very helpful and lovely, and it just warms your heart to read a poem that you actually know what it is talking about. =)