Sickness

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By 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

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March 31, 2009 16:12Tyler Cedric Golden

wow this is very good! a nice new type of idea has seem to have been created inside your head..nice...Tyler

April 8, 2009 16:25Tyler 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

April 8, 2009 16:25Tyler 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

April 8, 2009 18:58!!! 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