Sickness , by Felicia Subscribe to rss feed for Felicia

Poetry to me is like air in my lungs
The blood in my veins
But yet a sickness starves me 
Takes from me what i need
What i long for

It pulls and pries looking for cracks 
Cracks in my life, in my appearance
Inside it wants to tare me down 
To show me what i am inside 
To take from me everything i possess 

Never faltering it nags me   
Telling me I'll never make it
And i believe, like a lamb led to slaughter
I let the ink in my pen dry to dust
And my paper burn in flames 

Because today my sickness won

  Felicia Mac
Posted: 2009-05-21 21:47:10 UTC

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2009-03-31 16:12:24Tyler Cedric Golden
wow this is very good! a nice new type of idea has seem to have been created inside your head..nice...Tyler

2009-04-08 16:25:00Tyler Cedric Golden
hmmmm well as an update i suppose ummm well its hard to explain.. i wrote an extremely confusing poem to ones first glance...but ummm well i dont even know how to explain the direction i went with it...i suppose just read it if you'd like and let me know what you think.....Tyler

2009-04-08 16:25:42Tyler Cedric Golden
hmmmm well as an update i suppose ummm well its hard to explain.. i wrote an extremely confusing poem to ones first glance...but ummm well i dont even know how to explain the direction i went with it...i suppose just read it if you'd like and let me know what you think (Yours is Red, Mine is Black)..... thats the title.....Tyler

2009-04-08 18:58:30!!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!!
BEAUTIFUL............ DONT FORGET TO PICK YOUR SELF UP AGAIN !!! FOR EVERY DAY THERE IS ANOTHER BATTLE SO TOMORROW PICK UP YOUR PEN AND FIGHT WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN WIN.... BELIEVE ME ITS IN YOUR BLOOD