11
A Poem by raindroplove
read it eveyone forgets 11
i close my eyes
count to three
i open my eyes
count to four
start to run
count to five
stop and set up camp
count to six
get some water
count to seven
think why am i running
count to eight
grab my gun
count to nine
put it to my head
count to ten
pull the tringer.....
count to eleven
am not dead....
© 2011 raindroplove
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Simple and magnificent, well done
Posted 13 Years Ago
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unexpected end! reminds me of how we count to fall asleep and sometimes what we think before gets meshed up in our dreams.
Posted 13 Years Ago
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That's because 11 is considered in spirituality to be a sacred number...so 11 couldn't let it happen ;) xx
Posted 13 Years Ago
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This had very good imagery. I liked it. Awesome.
Posted 13 Years Ago
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Deep... Like a story, time passing quick, images just as quick. Amazing
Mags xx
Posted 13 Years Ago
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amazing... truly amazing
Posted 13 Years Ago
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was not your time............
Posted 13 Years Ago
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wow. The image I got from this was mind blowing. It is a great poem.
Posted 13 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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wow..
Posted 13 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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Short and spicy. Great job on it :)
Posted 13 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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Added on April 26, 2011
Last Updated on April 26, 2011
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im me if you dont like that then get over urself XD
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