Webster and Roget
Dealers of diction and word
Haiku to get high

Powerful monster
Unwelcome guest
Try to ignore You
Thoughts You infest
Overwhelming temptation
Outrageous urge
Cannot resist You
Weaknesses surge
Think for a moment
Fleeting and brief

My mind is a garden, with flowers in bloom
But when left without care, the weeds will consume
They creep in discreetly, so late in the night
And when they take root, they bring sadness and plight

One week ago I made a choice
I must ignore my inner voice
The devil lives inside my mind
Guiding me like I am blind
He points me in the wrong direction
Away from love and warm affection

Tall, dark, hot, and strong
Savor every single sip
Men are my coffee

Now I lay me down to rest
If we get caught we must confess
If she should find me next to you
Much pain and heartache will ensue
And if she smells me on your skin

I start each day with the tip of a cup
Coffee is all that I need to wake up
But yawning and sighing I reach for my vice
Knowing inside that I'm rolling the dice

Poetry is feeling, put into verse
It's raw and it's real, and it can't be rehearsed

Judgement of others should be tossed aside
As in life, in poetry, emotion is our guide

give to me the tools of my trade
a straw, a plate, and a razorblade
so perfect and careful i must be
a line for you and a line for me
in through my nose, what a wonderful feeling

I have a jealous boyfriend
He has robbed me of my friends and family
I find pleasure in nothing but him
I have forgotten all else
He makes me so happy
Then he is gone
He keeps me wanting more

Who Am I
I'm empty inside
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I need an escape
To be all alone
Far far away from all that I know
Afraid of the dark, afraid of the light