Junkie of the Soul
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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 beautiful...it'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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