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I heard a timer when I died Everything slipped away My dreams mixed with reality Part of me longs to stay Sunlight crept slowly to the bed But to warm me it’s too late The sun can not save me from death I have chosen my own fate As darkness closes in I’m alone No family or a friend… Then somewhere I hear a timer ringing Bringing my time to an end |
Silverstein? Where the sidewalk ends is a fav, Seuis (SP?) is another fav. The cat in the hat is a really creepy book, try reading it like fifteen times in a row, outload. You'll get chill's. Head to toe chills. Watch the Grench backwords, sinc up Pour some Sugar on Me, it brings out the devil. We tried it last Christmas, grusome, just gruesome. They made a movie about it: Gigli.| Posted on 2005-08-13 00:00:00 | by Apocrypha | [ Reply to This ] | hey!guess what i know who it is...it seems no one else does...it is...oh [censored]...what is her name! dam it...i forgot!... dickonson... right... what is her first name!?...oh well...anyways, this was really good. i like how you related the timer to your death. very creative. this is a whole lot better than mine...well, great work...again.!LOL | | Posted on 2005-03-31 00:00:00 | by Podenco del infierno | [ Reply to This ] | Well, I have no clue which famous poet this was based off of, since i honestly don't know about many famous poets. but I do know that this poem is really good. My favorite was the third line in the first stanza. This poem is original and each line drags you to the next. I liked it a lot. good job | ![]() | Posted on 2004-10-22 00:00:00 | by slickviper097 | [ Reply to This ] | This left me speechless. The thought of death is a really powerful thing. And you made it beautiful. Keep up the good work. | ![]() | Posted on 2004-10-22 00:00:00 | by TheHUGE | [ Reply to This ] | Wow! I have always wondered what it may feel like when someone is near death. I feel that you answered my thought. Maybe because I am not afraid of death, I wasn't chilled by the poem. But I felt calm, peaceful. Maybe it was because the person was in the bed, and I feel that dying in bed is a nice way to go. I don't know. I just know that this is an awesome poem. And I will add it to my favorites. | ![]() | Posted on 2004-10-22 00:00:00 | by Celina Chiscolm | [ Reply to This ] | |