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Love Junkie

I’m so intrigued
when loving this man,
delighted by his touch
as it retains me in constraint.

Like a fiend on drugs,
it stimulates my brain.
Avoid seeking rehab,
I want to stop but I can’t;

conquer this sensation,
even if provided an alternate lane.
Getting high, I’m lifted,
not wanting to dismount again.

I’m on vacation, I’m tripping,
and mind isn’t coherent.
My existence is irrelevant,
totally out of my element.

Dangerously addicted to
your ego, so potent;
I need you to need me,
without you I’m hopeless.

Tossing and turning at night;
I’m barely eating.
Your motives to love me
are what seems to feed me.

Your presence is imperative,
togetherness seems misleading;
afraid of dozing with sobriety,
idle nights govern me.

I’ll never love another,
I hate I idolize you.
Love stoned, I inhale,
breathing every dose of you.

It’s ever so rewarding; I’m given
everything I bargained for,
If my lungs are to collapse,
it’s all for you, the one I adore.

With your sweet caress,
I’m restless, free and so alive.
Rendering figments of you;
hallucinating all the time.

Hooked on you like crazy,
we can never depart.
You inspire my mental and
change the pace of my heart.

You mean the world to me,
promise not to delay.
I gotta have you NOW,
even if it’s in the worst way.

I’m a Love Junkie

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://akundanza.org/2014/03/23/the-opposite-of-love-is-power-not-hatred-2/

Man Child

Son of man with a
misconception of himself;
vulnerable to the
absurdities of life itself.

He’s a hustler by nature,
that’s how he views himself;
throughout the day he’s an actor,
by night he’s bottom shelved.

Beautiful beating heart,
to me remains evident;
known to sell his soul for
foolishness; dead presidents.

No one listens, so the
wind hears his silent screams;
potential for greatness if he
paints his darkened dreams.

With his customized teeth and
desire to be free and unfurled;
wrestling with insecurities, lost
in the depths of a secular world.

Exchanging happiness and
couth with material assets;
always running from the truth,
he’s got no more lies left.

Trapped within a glass cube,
with no intent to see through;
there’s no denying, if asked,
he would imply it’s all true.

Wandering down this path of
Loneliness Road;
incapable of u-turning 
he continues forward.

Fear of reflection in this
mirror, broken entirely;
wounded pride and scarred hands
are healed with foolish qualities.

Like chameleons adjusting
to uniformed habitats;
afraid of exposure and change,
the lost boy drifts back.

Girdled by toxins unseen
to the trained human eye;
if he keeps this pace who knows
what’ll become of this life?

Man Child

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9hg7S97kXU