David Wicks, author and poet, was born on September 2,1991, to Mr. Stephen Wicks and Mrs. Pamela Wicks, at Delnor hospital in Geneva, Illinois. At the young age of three (3) , he began to play the piano. This was a catalyst for many things to come. With the practicing of the piano came an undying passion for music, and with that came a fascination with lyrics.
Seeing lyrics as poems sung to instruments, Wicks began to write his own poetry. As time progressed, he felt that he was finally able to publish the poems to the internet to receive critiquing to improve his skills. Through many hard-to-take comments, in the end he came out a better writer because of it all. And in later years to follow, English and Literature classes in school taught him lessons on how to write poems and stories, and the improvement is great.
Today, David Wicks still writes his stories and poems. He plans to write until the day he dies, for, to quote him:
'Emotion is eternal, and so is the poem. For this, I, too, may be eternal.'
This is true movement.
This is physical freedom.
A way of life, a path of destiny.
Reaching new heights, new places, new goals.
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My life seems cut off by a door.
I lay here, dying, with a stare.
I lay here, dying, without a care.
And I lie here, dying, on the floor,
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Cold is your heart,
You creature of darkness,
You soulless person of hate!
I loved you, you hurt me,
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