To Anne Frank:
You were such a genious
for a girl of such a tender age
It's heartbreaking to know,
You were slaughtered
in a cage.
All you wanted to do
was make a change.

To Cristy Brown:
Even through your body was crippled
Your mind was strong.
My Left Foot was a sad
sad song.

to
Bukowski
You were a mean and misearble old man.
but the poetry you wrote really hit home
You saved my life when I felt alone.
I sat for hours reading your shit
Then I'd get up,
And immitate it.
You gave me the courage to battle
and brawl,
You were the greatest underdog
ever stood tall.

To
Miller:
The Tropic Of Capricorn
made my year,
a man
not afraid
to shed a tear.
You were so brave,
had the
blood of a slave
the heart of a king,
You always managed to
make me
grin.

F. Scott Fitzgerald:
As depressed as you was
your style was unique.
The words you used,
I now seek.
Gatsby
old Sport
sure was
funny
You really saw the
evil in money.
The upper classes
with their heads up
their asses!
you warned a whole generation
of the american dream
and how dangerous it was,
this world is mean!

For Hemingway
The Old Man and the Sea
had me going,
Such a sad little
story
about lonlieness
in all it's glory.

Writing was your only knife,
when it went blunt,
you took your own life.


To the writers of the present
I thank you too
But it was
the writers of the
past
that helped me through.

Nathan Strange

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thank-the-writers-of-the-past/