this page is dedicated to all the writers, poets, artists, and over all respectable people that have given me reason to live, to live free. it's because of them that i have gone into depth w/ my writing, and it is them i thank for this. i know it doesn't sound like much, but i'm talking about my soul, my soul pleasures that greet my every desire for more, and when i write, i get this feeling of passion inside me, just like when i read the words and life of these caretakers. i become wax melting and dripping with fire, i lust for more. i fight back with words, words only understood by the peoples lives i've shared. there words are the fresh air that i breath, without which i wouldn't be here right now, so i thank thee, thank thee for life.
"the backbone in my body"
(by nicole a. coxe)
you humbly encountered the passion inside your blood,
dividing the cells of lust, you took in that breath of air.
oh you took it so well, you were the busy beaver of passion,
you wanted more, you were hooked on life.
the madness that jumped around you didn't startle you,
you ate reality sandwiches.
packed into a common place, in an uncommon world,
you withdrew yourself, and became a distinct part of society.
in your own way, in your own words,
you were the one singing out the windows in despair.
so thank you, thank you allen, we love you.
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