Only Hope

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I inject my body with an addicting drug,
my brain stops working, completely numb.
My heart pumps quickly, my vision blurs,
your sweet poison infects my blood stream,
so i close my eyes and picture the perfect dream,
you.
You sitting there with me,
placing your hand in mine, giving me a key, to your soul.
Completely mine you say,
my heart is yours to mold, in your delicate hands, like clay.
I whisper close in your ear that i love you,
and you whisper back "i love you too."
The perfect dream fades away,
and i realize on my bed i lay.
Only dreaming of you,
with no actuality.
The drug that swims through my body,
is only hope.
Last edited by PWeezyBaby1 on Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:38 pm, edited 1 time in total.




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I love this!!!!! (: You go boy!




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your sweet poison infects my blood stream,
from this line create a new paragraph and like wise do so every time u change the rhyming pattern. The song..or was it apoem rhymes well. The flow also seemed impressinvely done.
To you soul,
seemed wrong and out of place, I didn't understand that, k? N the sentence after that you seemed to misspell close. The plot came through. Good work.
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Wow, this speaks to me. Great truly Great




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Wonderful poem! I really like it! It has a nice flow and it rhymes nicely. Good topic! I love this! Good job and keep up the great work!




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There are some slight grammatical poetic problems, like not capitalizing some beginning of lines, but capitalizing others. I couldn't really see a pattern with that, so you should probably go and look at that. Also, it should be "To youR soul" instead of "to you soul." You need to work on your flow a little bit, because I was having trouble picking it up.

I thought it was deep though, you could really feel the bitter-sweet melancholy feeling, when she woke up and found that it was just a dream. I like your metaphor, and how you carried it throughout the poem. Good job.

Hope this helps!
-tgirly
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I could just feel sorrow, to find that it was all a dream! That's happened to me before and it sucks! I really liked this hope can be like a drug you never want to let it go even if sometimes it does lead you to your death or nowhere.

Tidal waves they rip right through me
Tears from eyes worn cold and sad
Pick me up now, I need you so bad
Down down down down



The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
— Mark Twain