Conflicted Addiction
there is You.
there is Me.
locked in a battle
destined to be.
You.
reflect Me.
but We.
neglect
Our chemistry.
sharing a language
unspoken
with tokens of
admiration and symmetry.
can it be
that when We
became
three minus one
that Our fate
had just begun
to play out?
without a doubt
Our tunnel vision
caused a sideways collision
into blind spots
that are now hot
with fury
as a flurry of emotion
gave way to
a blending of
right and wrong
sight without sound
love
turned upside-down
never
to be righted again
with
bygone emotions
wreaking havoc
causing
a commotion
in the present tense.
it makes no sense
whatsoever
how ever clever
We may be.
who is to blame for this game
with a name of no consequence
that’s turned on its end?
blood-stained hearts
and
war-torn minds
remind Us
of
what could have been
of
what should have been
between
Us.
Friends.
crossing my mind
a chimera of sorts
where We
laugh and cavort
Cohorts.
locked
in a symbolic embrace
as We re-trace
Our steps
to this place of
symbiotic peace
where mellifluent
sometimes incongruent
understanding
passes between Us.
a bond
born of a need
to save one another
from Ourselves
and this prison
known as Addiction
because
above all else
You. and Me.
We.
are One.
and the same.
The passing of Michael Jackson is beginning to sink in with me today. I purposely didn’t watch any news channels last night because I was afraid it would greatly affect me. My girlfriend cried a lot and stayed glued to the television, flipping from station to station, soaking in all the news. It was her way of grieving.
On the drive to work this morning, I decided to listen to the radio (normally I listen to my Ipod in the car, but I didn’t have it with me today). A lot of stations were playing M.J.’s music nonstop. I started crying, but I didn’t allow myself to fully let go. I was on my way to work, after all, and I refuse to fall apart there.
I’m wondering how I will react once I’m back in the safety and comfort of home. Part of me wants to allow my emotions to run their course; I know that’s the “healthy” way because crying is a gift of healing from God. However, another part of me wants to hold it all in, until I can release it via some sort of physical activity (e.g. running, working out, etc.).
I don’t know… I just don’t mourn very well… :-(
I’m afraid to join twitter for three reasons…
1. I fear that my life isn’t even remotely exciting enough moment to moment to warrant constant twittering…
2. I don’t know if I have the energy to consistently pull something witty out of my hat to describe the constant stream of non-exciting things that go on throughout the course of my day…
and
3. I’m afraid that if I do join the tweeting masses, I just might enjoy it… and quite possibly turn into a twitterholic and become so immersed in twitterverse that I neglect the real world…
*Oh, the pressure…lol!!!*
***UPDATE***
I have entered twitterverse… twitter.com/PrettiBoiBlue
We shall see how this goes…
You ever wake up out of a deep sleep with a poem or an idea for story on ur mind?
I did this morning.
Thank heavens for the the note taking program on my smartphone.
Now I can go back to sleep… I will post the poem later…
*zzzzzzzzz…*
Sooo… I took this quiz… just for fun… and after a bit of contemplation, I realized that it sums up the Id part of my personality quite nicely…
Your results:
You are Mystique
| Mystique |
|
80% |
| Venom |
|
78% |
| Dr. Doom |
|
78% |
| Apocalypse |
|
68% |
| Dark Phoenix |
|
66% |
| Catwoman |
|
59% |
| Lex Luthor |
|
58% |
| Magneto |
|
53% |
| Mr. Freeze |
|
53% |
| The Joker |
|
50% |
| Juggernaut |
|
48% |
| Two-Face |
|
44% |
| Kingpin |
|
36% |
| Poison Ivy |
|
35% |
| Riddler |
|
35% |
| Green Goblin |
|
32% |
|
Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.
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