Congrats To Becca And Sktzo..
But I Never Felt This Low..
I Feel Like I Need To Sit Down..
Let Everything Float Around..
See What Is What...
But...
That Will Be A Waste Of Time..
It Will Stop Me From Getting Mine..
I Need To Leave November Behind..
And Write Through Out Decemeber..
Write Enough Poetry To Last Till September..
Other Wise I Mind As Well Kiss January Good-Bye..
And Just Stare Into The Sky...
Put The Pencil Down..
And See My Words Hit The Ground..
But See Im To Strong To Surrender..
I Will Always Be A Contender..
Maybe One Day The Winner..
Till Then I Wont Eat Dinner..
I Wont Sleep..
I Will Write Till The Wounds Are Deep..
Deep Enough To See The Bone..
Other Wise I Wont Leave Poetry Alone..
I Wont Leave Its Side..
Till My Wounds Are Open Wide..
And I Can See Inside..
And Rip My Heart Out..
To Show What This Is About..
See I Didnt Come Here For A Win..
But Lately I Want In..
I Will Write Poetry Like I Been...
But I Wont Stop Till I Get The Prize..
I Wont Sleep Leaving Me With Bags Under My Eyes..
I Wont Eat Leaving Me To Starve To Death..
I Will Write Poetry Till My Last Breath..
January Here I Come..
I Wont Stop Writing Even If My Fingers Become Numb..