My luck is tough,
My life has been rough,
I can not feel my dreams,
I dream of dreams, that can't be felt.
In the deep corners of my mind.
There is something there no one will ever find..
I close my eyes and disappear into a world of loneliness.
CAN I TELL YOU HOW I FEEL??
This is how I feel!
I feel lost, than I feel complete.
How can this be?
Poor little O' me~
I find myself with this crazy addiction.
A state that moves me causing all kinds of unnecessary friction.
Becoming another weak addict to something greater than, drugs and alcohol.
This affects my entire family.
No one around me is sure on how to react.
This addiction makes crack look like an antibiotic.
I see it in their face.
They gave up the practice when it comes too tough love.
Guilty I confess, an addict in my own house.
Far from reality, not caring about that man once called my spouse.
Yes, I chose my dose of non-fictional poets over him.
I don't feel the shame the day I let him walk away.
Far far away, I had nothing to say.
Hitting rock bottom, maybe it's to late to rebuild my life.
Not wanting to claw my way out of the hole.
Rebuilt I will, through a magical poem, in this soup bowl.
Here, you find me swimming with a crowd of wonder.
Other addicts who's words speak louder than thunder.
At first I thought I found a way to lock out all the pain.
Hiding from all my responsibilities.
Letting go of all my possibilities.
Lacking the strength of moving away from the beam.
I sit here, sadder than the saddest tears you've ever seen.
Behind the soup screen, is where I found myself.
I told nobody else.
I'm gonna admit to you my fellow poets.
The soup is a wonderful disease,
It keeps me from good sleep.
With all these poems that put my mind at ease.
I love the way it has full control, no matter where I go.
It's true like an addict, family friends don't matter any more.
I log on and want more,more and more.
Every poet here has been here for me through good or bad
Like a drunk suck!ng it up when I feel sad
The poetry soup,~ IS MY VERY OWN SIN CITY!
Here is where I want to spend eternity.
Embrace, me in ways that make me happy.
Here I feel - - I feel - - SO!- - SO!- -SO! Free.
A simple disease that needs no cure.
Here I feel very secure.
This is no drug, here you find no rock & roll.
I'm drinking up the soup, like an alcoholic's goal.
Spreading the poetry soup disease,
Putting my mind at ease.
Knowing poetry over powers suicide anytime.
REST IN PEACE