thequitestorm’s Profile

As I sit here staring at this screen, I think about the day that I've just experienced. My body brused, sore and hurting. My knees red and my back in pain. As I sit back and remember the walk I had to take, the guys I had to fight, my body sore from 250LDS of flesh and bones pounding on my face, I remember. I think of how it felt when I felt the first punch of life on my face, the sting, the disbelief, the shock. As I try to return the punches, I realize I am unable to, not because I won't but because I can't.........Read More of this poem on my page and please don't forget to rate it! Thanks
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I have been writhing for a long time since I was about 8. I tend to write about things that surrond me, good and bad. I have always had a passion for writing my thoughts, but have been kinda shy to share them until now. Comment on my poems and tell me what you think. I am "thequitestorm"---quite meaning: many, few, because there will be many more of me to read about. Not "quietstorm" , because I refuse to be silent anymore. My words will be heard.