I liked the separation of the stanzas. There was a very distinct beginning, middle, and end. I liked that. :3
The images here are so dark and so vivid, especially in the lines about convulsing... if that's not reality, I don't know what is.
I loved this!
And hey, a smile is a great weapon in that war! :D
There is so much power and intensity in this poem! It keeps a steady beat in my mind, which is always an excellent thing in a poem. I agree that it could use a little grammatical touch-up, but it shows that it was really raw emotion touching the page...not just something you threw together on a whim.
for the most part, it's solid - true rhymes, a good beat, intriguing content. However, this poem has some typos or grammar stuff that stalled me a bit when I read it. first off, I think you meant "slide" and not "slid" "so what did I live and they die (not died for rhyme's sake); and I'm not sure people go to bars for drugs (I know alcohol is TECHNICALLY a drug, etc). Other than that, this is very raw and intense, with a slight mix of the character self-pitying while trying to make a stand.
There is a remarkable courage in this piece. I could see the backdrop of a city skyline..bridges and all of the old memories in black and white. This is an epiphany and an amazing rebirth.
I have stared at death many times. Even as a child I knew that it wasn't time for me yet. I've never done drugs, it has never made me sad. When my time to die comes, I hope that I will meet it with all the grace I can muster. I think that because I have been spared it must mean that there is a purpose for me here.
We have to make our lives mean something. We have to work to make it mean. And, yeah, we slide sometimes. That's part of the learning curve.
I like the determination and strength portrayed here (also in some of your other work as well). Life is most definitely is a mystery and you choose to live it the best you can. Push away the addictions, oppositions, and the demons that haunt you. Excellent piece and message.
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..