Why?

Why?

A Poem by The High Poet
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Just a little something that came out today.... must be one of those creative days. :)

"

Why?


I lived my life like I could never die

Always knowing it was a lie

On Deaths door step too many times

How did I make it?  Must have been the rhymes

Too many times I was so close to death

Convulsing on the ground gasping for breath

But I did make it and left the drugs behind

I have changed my life and become refined

****

Looking back on the people I hurt

Good friends died buried in the dirt 

So why did I live and they died

It makes me so sad I start to slide

****

Lets hope I don't slid too far

End up on drugs at another bar

I will not let my addiction win

Just push it down with my grin

© 2011 The High Poet


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In the last stanza I think you mean to use the word 'slide' instead of 'slid'. So enamored and impressed that you can share such strife and details so eloquently. Be strong - writing is certainly a form of therapy too I believe. Great write.
Light,
Siddartha


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Posted 14 Years Ago


I like how all of your poems are clearly about working out your own demons. You do a fantastic job of expressing what you feel inside and I applaud your tenacity. Keep sending your work my way and I'll definitely keep reading.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


This one was sad... Not as sad as the others but all the same. It was a great piece and I really enjoyed reading it. Hope things get better for you, though.
Great job,
Jade

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Posted 14 Years Ago


I have to agree with The Black Iris. This certainly isn't your best and the rhymes are a little painful. Nice idea, but either rewrite it or maybe incorporate it into a story or book. Creative idea, just not well executed. Play around with it!

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Posted 14 Years Ago


i am usually not a rhyming person but i liked this. I like this "I will not let my addiction win Just push it down with my grin" :)

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Posted 14 Years Ago


well... not your best work, the questions are quite familiar to me.. but the poetic context you chose isn't exactly the best!
you need to work a bit on that, i'm sorry, but i feel this one as forced into rhymes!

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Seems like an obsession with death

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Posted 14 Years Ago


this feels like an AA meeting,lol
good read,thanx for sharing your work

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Posted 14 Years Ago


I agree with the others, this poem has a great rhythm and positive outlook even though its about a sad subject. Very well written. I like the way you use the asterisks to separate your stanza in your poems. Its different and somehow gives the pieces a different feel to them. Very well done.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Ohhh, i like this a lotttt, the emotions are powerful here awesome :D

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Posted 14 Years Ago



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Once I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..

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