My Antidote

My Antidote

A Poem by justjenn_2u

Ravishing thoughts spinning

I cast my blood thirsty pen

Holding truth never to be spoken

Deep inside my stained heart

Tears turn into dirt on floor

Clothed in safety, hiding is my art

Fear, my personal war

I say I’m sorry

Yes, I mean’t to try

A life wasted

My breath feels gone

Lost in maze of being tainted

Losing the battle you have won

The price of love, I cannot pay

My once blue eyes faded grey

© 2014 justjenn_2u


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Poetry is an extension of the soul; the unspoken portion that weeps raw emotion. This excellent piece weeps honesty, fear, turmoil in one's life...as you write in blood. The use of color raises that defense, which infuses great strength, showing conviction, through such powerful words.



Posted 7 Years Ago


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Poetry is an extension of the soul; the unspoken portion that weeps raw emotion. This excellent piece weeps honesty, fear, turmoil in one's life...as you write in blood. The use of color raises that defense, which infuses great strength, showing conviction, through such powerful words.



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such pessimism, such anguish................. deeply scarred...... sad poem. good one.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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There's like a tug o' war of giving up and not giving in.. I can see the hint of a sparked soul in this piece, too afraid to live, too scared to die. Amazing write, "My once blue eyes faded grey" that ending was so powerfully blank, I must salute it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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I LOVE its deep and to the point keep up the good work

Posted 7 Years Ago


Jenn...that is amazing...we as addicts seem to have the same thought process, but I also believe that that experience contributes to our creativity...No genius ever existed without a touch of madness. You make your emotions feel as if they are those of the reader...loved it...sharing it on The Poets Loft...

Posted 7 Years Ago


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This is a great write. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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A splendid read and write...Beautiful and breathless...:)................

Posted 7 Years Ago


Spring is on its way....try to hold out

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Posted 7 Years Ago


Winter Blues, Darkness, doubts and a feeling of being stuck in troubled past. Hope it passes soon.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Added on January 22, 2014
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justjenn_2u

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I write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..

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