Words flung like so many bullets
Across the battlefields of art
Poetic rivalries of friendships
Never to be torn apart
Not able to separate from
Friend, foe, ally, adversary
All are the same person
Unknowingly challenging me
These wars of verse
Stanza, rhyme and line
Echo throughout page and pen
Never choosing between his and mine
Both, humbled, pay respect
To his opponent great
Never to announce a victor
In this great art’s debate













Comments
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The first thing you do when you wake up is hope. You hope that mom's okay, you'll make it to work on time, and that today is better than yesterday. As long as you have hope, you have a reason to live.
Paige is miaowing. >_<
She's silly.
Paige: I'm not sillaow!
Anyway Good work. (THUMB UP)
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Done, done, And I'm on to the next one.
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Yours in perpetual admiration,
Valkyrius
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