Sickness , by Felicia
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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 16:12:24 | Tyler 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 16:25:00 | Tyler 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 16:25:42 | Tyler 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 |