New one, people!

The Drugs of a Breathing Mind (<---the title's longer than them poem!)
Nervous twitching
bouncing knees
jaw clenching
teeth grinding
toe tapping
fingers drumming
tapping, drumming
constantly
I'm a nervous wreck
biting on my fingers
crazy with want
I'm craving some more...


music


this is bad. I mean, for me. I was at church yesterday and all I could think was how I wanted to turn on my iPod and blast the headphones. A slight exaggeration perhaps, but not much. That's how bad I am. Yeah danz_angel and laieesha both wrote poems about addictions of a different sort, and I had to write my own. It's painfully short and doesn't begin to describe, but you get the message.