Steal This PoemA Poem by nickchidiacThe end will be, When crooked teeth Sink into flesh of us. Our speechless stare, Into the air, Replaced by clouds of dust.
We need a stop Of histories plot, An awakening of senses. A bleeding heart To make a start, And weaken their defenses.
With danger great, Against the state, I cover foolish ears, Endure the wrath Of crossing paths, And fight to spite my fear.
And if I die Amidst this try, You’ll know its on their signing. But its okay, My stories stay As immortal silver linings. © 2011 nickchidiacAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on April 24, 2011 Last Updated on April 25, 2011 AuthornickchidiacWalnutport, PAAboutHey my name is Nick. I'm 20 and I like to write. Music is a huge influence in my life and my ipod has 12,000 great songs and is pretty much my prized possession. I write what I feel and that is someti.. more..Writing
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