Smoking and Drinking kills!
And so does pollution!
Atleast people want to smoke and drink, they enjoy doing it.
But we don't want to inhale poisonous gases in our atmosphere, rather we are bound to and it decreases our life expectancy more than doing drugs.
Our generation of poor and middle class people are bound to drink contaminated water, eat the chemically cultivated food, they have the unhygienic and unsafe modes of transportation and what not.
This is not accepted. Life of every individual has a value. Mother nature is of everyone.
Rich class who run the big industries, they deforest mother nature, contaminate the air. Guys global warning is killing animals, aquatic life and humans bein...
Every moment spent with you,
Makes me realise you are just an addiction..
But we are so similar,
And because of that we have done everything together..
So now everything I decide to do by myself is an act of moving on..
So I move on from you a bit everyday, because I can't do it at once ofcourse..
And it feels like a long way to go,
So I lose my mind and act crazy and then start over again..
I guess it must be the same for you too..
And that's why we are still together even after knowing this is just an addiction..
now the night
smoke rings rise
in the air
no thoughts of future
there is none
all art came
send me strength
where my demons
side by side
until the dark hours
Shutting all my walls, felt free
Courtesy: Oh thee!
Addicted to haiku and you,
Eating the right food/
Junkfood for comfort, pleasure/
So bring on the carbs.
My mama said, "Bake a cake, bake a cake, bake a cake."
I said, "But how do I bake a cake?"
My mama said, "Flour, butter, eggs and sugar. Flour, butter, eggs and sugar."
I said, "What sort of cake can I make? What is the secret to an amazing bake?"
My mama said, "Put all your heart into it, that's the secret ingredient. That's the secret ingredient."
I said, "Mama, what do you mean?"
And my mama turned around and said, "It is love, my dear child. The secret ingredient is love, my dear child."
So that's why mama's food tastes so good!
We intended to create the “mindful message” with the lettrs one minute minimum.
Somethings in life are meant to be slower, and for that we created lettrs as the medium for the intentional. We hope you agree.
I am finally back &
I am finally sober.
Still, I gravitate
though I know our
good times are over.
Such a struggle
it is to abstain
from that of which
fills me with both
exuberance & disdain.
the verge of dying,
I don’t feel that
I’m really even living;
I’m aware that
wants me dead.
& gets in my head.
Each time it calls,
I answer & buy that ticket
for the ride that
breaks my heart
In another writing challenge I was given, Chocolate, Water, Kite, Picture Frame and Curtain. The following is the short story I wrote using these five random words, I hope you enjoy!
Chicalicalee was a great actor, in the world of confectionery the best there ever was. When the curtain would fall upon what ever play he was acting in the crowd would go completely bananas. Oh he loved the adoration, the standing ovations, the great reviews he got within the local paper, the “Sweet Wrapper”. Everyone loved the chocolate teddy but inside he was so very sad that he would, when alone, often sit and cry tears of despair.
As he would tell those closest to him, the problem with being made o...
A simple choice in the beginning
almost innocent in scope
and it just felt so good to be high
to chase that euphoric feeling
'til the candles burnt down to stubs
and I couldn't remember my own name
just one more line
one more pill
one more fix
chasing the dragon into the dark
at the expense of everyone
the cost of everything
giving little thought to the pain
or the burning bridges
but I can see the tracks of tears
on my mother's face
and hear her lament in the twilight
that rose to a wailing by morning
when the dragon finally won
No I don't want a double shot of hazelnut.
Mocha or Latte I'd rather not.
No chocolate sprinkles on the top of it.
Don't want it filtered through fancy grit.
No interest if its Columbian or Peruvian.
You'll probably spell my name wrong again.
I just need some caffeine to wake me up.
Vente? I don't know the biggest cup.
No soya milk or almond either.
The cult of barista haven't made me a believer.
You look stressed so I'm going to cut you some slack.
I just want it large and my coffee black.
Rid me of the curse
And early death
Find me as a friend
Show me love
Return me to the beach
And cure the hurt
Amongst the empty void
Find me often
Fill my life and
Leave me not alone
Provide me now
A wife and home
Death was knocking at my door
I let you in, I didn't know
You've overstayed your welcome
And now it's time for you to go
Destroyed from the inside out
But I never saw it coming
Clarity became clouded
Toxicity became numbing
Soon it become crystal clear
This was a subtle suicide
I may look alive and well
But the truth is I'm dead inside
~ Lady Sativa 🍃
If you ever miss me:
Search me between the pages of a harry potter book,
Exploring own ways of becoming a wizard;
Search me in the lines of a superhero comic,
Desperately wanting to have her own power;
Search me amid the scenes of a romantic movie,
Crushing and fantasizing over the lead actor.
Find me in the fallen leaves of the autumn,
Finding beauty in those dry and yellow leaves;
Find me in the colourful flowers of the spring,
Amazed by the colour and smell of the pretty flowers;
Find me in the dew drops of the winter,
Happily enjoying the calmness of a winter morning.
Look for me in some shopping malls,
Choosing once again black over other colours;
Look for me scrolling throu...
I started drinking because it was a way to forget me
Warm and comforting making it easy to sleep
Putting the pain at ease
Why not tie the bottle into my daily routine
Feeling sad, it's ok have a drink
Want to celebrate, whiskey is right there to party with me
A few sips and I don't care what you think
I wake up craving it's taste
Needing it to get through the day
Cause somethings you can't erase
The fruits of my labor now turned rotten
Tasteful memories are now forgotten
Oh to feel your skin pressed against my lips
How I savored your nectar as it'd drip
The sight of such fuzzy exteriors
Was now making my vision blurrier
Dizzy and nauseated, was I sick
Or have I ingested your food poison
~ Lady Sativa 🍃
This is a letter from an unborn baby still in the womb. The mother is a drug addict.
Mommy you don't know me but I know you. I know when you're angry because I feel your blood pressure go through the roof. Your emotions let me know when you're sad momma. One day I'll be big to protect you. I know when your sick momma because when your sick I'm sick too! I also know when you're high, because I get high with you. I know you're heart beat Because it's mine too. Do you know what it does to me when I don't hear your heart beat? Without you their is no me. I know you have doubts, I can feel you over thinking! Well I've had a few months to get to know you. I know that you're strong, and without t...
Hey guys I could use
some words of wisdom to get me through this detox and before I go to treatment tomorrow.
All my love,