Writing Is An Addiction
Disclaimer: This is simply a poem that speaks about writing. It belongs to me.
I try to stop,
It won't slow.
It just keeps writing
itself out,
Words scribbled
hastily on a piece of paper.
As you read them out,
You realized you're
addicted.
And that you're
addiction can be deadly.
You control your
world and theirs with a single pencil and a sheet of
paper.
You do what you want,
Giving no thought to
others and rushing right on past the ideas you've already deemed
worthless.
Creating your own
world,
One controlled by
dreams and ideas.
It can be ideal or
hate filled,
Maybe full of things
that can happen in our world,
Taboos like rape and
abuse.
But you don't
care.
Your mind keeps on
rolling,
Thoughts dancing
around your head until their incorporated where
needed.
Pages blow by,
And before you know
it,
You're on the last
word.
Then the cycle starts
again,
More vicious and
demanding then before.
It forces you to
write,
Compels you to do everything unheard
of,
I try to stop,
It won't slow.
It just keeps writing
itself out,
Words scribbled
hastily on a piece of paper.
As you read them out,
You realized you're
addicted.
And that you're
addiction can be deadly.
You control your
world and theirs with a single pencil and a sheet of
paper.
You do what you want,
Giving no thought to
others and rushing right on past the ideas you've already deemed
worthless.
Creating your own
world,
One controlled by
dreams and ideas.
It can be ideal or
hate filled,
Maybe full of things
that can happen in our world,
Taboos like rape and
abuse.
But you don't
care.
Your mind keeps on
rolling,
Thoughts dancing
around your head until their incorporated where
needed.
Pages blow by,
And before you know
it,
You're on the last
word.
Then the cycle starts
again,
More vicious and
demanding then before.
It forces you to
write,
Compels you to do everything unheard
of,