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Junkie of the Soul

Author: runaway_poet
ASL Info:    21/m/limbo
Elite Ratio:    6.2 - 42 /41 /21
Words: 162
Class/Type: Poetry /I am dead inside
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Thoughts about the poems feeling please see it for what it portrays

Junkie of the Soul

Countless sorrows thoughtless nights

lost in cold country days dreaming of warm city nights

shivering cold winters love

praying for angels to come take me above

crying over milk that spills

making hopfiled dream like taking pills

geting a rush of posibility

knowing full well of the extent of my ability

standing over my soul dead from overdose

sadly accepting that il never hold anyone close

hope is the drug for the soul

took too much now stuck in this hole

endless repitition that i now call life

all i ever wanted was a lover and a wife

whenever i come close its always ended with shame

no matter what will be done i will always be the one to blame

now broke from spending it all on hope i now cannot pay the reapers toll

all because i was a junkie of the soul

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  "making hope filled dreams like taking pills"

that says it all
now you're beginning to remind me of.. me.
| Posted on 2007-05-30 00:00:00 | by rhogue20 | [ Reply to This ]
  I like the imagery in this poem, it's like i'm physically there feeling every emotion portrayed. This poem was so beautiful and intriguing too. I love how you instill hope in anyone who reads this poem, hope is such a wonderful feeling
| Posted on 2005-09-20 00:00:00 | by BrownEyedBeauty | [ Reply to This ]
  I love the imagery you have created, the flow of the poem is excellent, the words you use just's very calming, with additive of melancholy, soulful.
These are my fave lines:
shivering cold winters love
praying for angels to come take me above...

hope is the drug for the soul - yea, and that's very true.:)
| Posted on 2005-02-02 00:00:00 | by Dana | [ Reply to This ]
  I agree with Dana; your words are well chosen and well assembled. You've managed complex scenes and feelings in a few phrases. Well done!
Forgive me for nitpicking, but the last two lines could be broken up to match cadence with the rest of the poem. I would suggest:

"now broke from
spending it all on hope

i cannot pay the reapers toll
all because i was a junkie of the soul"

as you wouldnt have to change the wording, but could get an easier rhythm to the ending.

Hope doesnt bankrupt the soul; I believe hope keeps the soul alive.
It's like kryptonite to that reaper... ;)
| Posted on 2005-02-02 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]

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