Poetry Having Motion Sickness

We are so sick with this

We are walking with a sickness.

Trying to pass it, and at the same time give it away to someone else with the speed like the flash with suck smooth quickness.

We have caught a bad case of thickness cause we want to be used as a line to set the mark for past, present, and broken dreams.

Never mind the the gifts under the tree we are poison some call us ivy.

As we inject into your arms.

Some say or call us the word crack as we write on white.

Then if that is the case I dare someone to come sniff this.

When a birthday or a holiday comes we decide to give those kids the sickness that we can call inspiration that we spread like Santa did every year on that day of Christmas.

I can spread it through kiss.

One can spread it with a smile.

Another can spread it with a fist.

So many others spread it through ways that you can not miss.

We try to spread it through neighborhoods where everyone lives if they need help, or look helpless we get them sick.

As they sit.......

I watch from the fine line known as the street which we have made into our own personal paper.

We created this feeling....

This multi emotional disease.

Not to kill, but to heal.

This positive plague I wish we can spread across the country for the good, the bad, and even the vague.

No need for medication we are the motion that flows along with poetry.

Put here to set and be taught by ourselves, and to learn and lead ways for the next generation.

I hope that this is not a trick.

Is it something that I ate?

Was it that alphabet soup?

I swallowed all those words and letters.

Now as a result of it..

…....We are so sick

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