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E~V~E~R~Y~T~H~I~N~G
Contributed by
monkey
on
Saturday, 17th April 2004 @ 03:37:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
without warning
I'm shot
the fatal bullet
rips through my flesh
and pierces my heart
I collapse
and fall to the pavement
people around me
panick
one frantically calls the police
moments later
I hear shrill sirens
I no longer feel the pain
my mind wanders
I begin to think
about what I'll miss
after Im gone
my loving family,
my presious girlfriends,
being part of the volleyball team,
sitting in a dark theater in his arms,
chocolate melting on my tounge,
talking for hours on the phone with my best friend,
listening to my favorite song,
the slumber parties,
my favorite books,
watching the sunset,
taking a midnight walk,
vacationing at my favorite resort,
stepping into a pool on a hot summer day,
watching the stars,
taking a warm shower,
sleeping in on a Saturday afternoon,
my secret admirers,
doing a good deed,
being the center of attention,
standing in the rain,
my favorite movie,
my brotherly guyfriends,
family gatherings,
shopping,
winning,
losing,
climbing into bed after a hard days work,
rolling around in the snow,
spending time with my friends,
my obsession with animals,
being held in someone's arms,
a soft, tender kiss,
donating to the poor,
writing,
dreaming about my future,
perfectly folded notes from friends,
laughing until I cry,
the crisp morning air...
I snap upright,
beads of sweat
dampen my face
then I realize
it was all a dream
I smile,
out of relief,
and drift back into a deep sleep,
thanking God
I'm still alive
*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Copyright ©
monkey
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2004-04-17 15:37:27]
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Re: E~V~E~R~Y~T~H~I~N~G
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by Kie on
Saturday, 17th April 2004 @ 06:53:10 PM AEST
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Dreams can be very realistic. Scary to think of dying and what thoughts you might have.
An excellent poem by the way. Enjoyed it thoroughly.
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Re: E~V~E~R~Y~T~H~I~N~G
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by whisper-of-night on
Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 10:32:01 PM AEST
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| (*wipe the sweats off my forhead*) damn! you nearly give me a heart attack thinking it is something real! O_O.....oh well, you know, most people never know they should treasure the even simpliest things in life, because we are so used to it and taking it liberty, it only when we can enjoy it no more that we realiaze how precious they are to us; and your poem delievered a very good messege there!^-^ |
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