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Fear (Free verse) by Phalkon i lay awake in bed
my heart is pounding painfully
a million thoughts run through my head
my fears begin to forte
i then begin to sweat
the second hand ticks slowly
and i am without rest
the noise outside my door
taps most menacingly
i now begin to wonder
if i'll see the light of day
the door creaks open slowly
a beam lights up my room
a fear i've never known before enters through the door
my teeth begin to chatter
uncontrollably
now only do i realize
fear has control of me!
Up the ladder:
Mountain Fever
Down the ladder:
The Instructor
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Posted: May 14, 2004 5:50 AM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2004 5:50 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.851648 Overall Rank: 1564 Comments:
what happens next???? suspense is fun
Fear (Free verse) by Phalkon
i lay awake in bed ... a million thoughts run through my head ---------------------------------------- Thoughts (Free verse) by nicole081083 As I lie here in my bed Many thoughts run through my head ---------------------------------------- wait for sleep (Lyric) by xunitedx i wait for sleep as i'm lying in my bed but i can't stop these thoughts from running through my head ---------------------------------------- Insomnia (Pimple) by BiggRobb Every night that I lay down to bed, I'm constantly bombarded with thoughts racing through my head; ---------------------------------------- Adam's Apple (Lyric) by hotwire Not enough words rush through my head as I laid spend there in my bed ---------------------------------------- Falling in Love (Free verse) by disturbedone182 I lie awake for hours upon my bed While thoughts of her race through my head ---------------------------------------- untitled: dedicated to my soldier/husband (Free verse) by SweetJuliet10 sitting here tonight alone in bed a million things running through my head -10-
heh, i guess people like thinking before they sleep :P
I lie awake and brood
In my bedchamber, while nude. I lie alone and reflect, While fully or semi erect.
such an odd cup of tea, you are...
oooh... tea!... wait, erect... WHA?
*has impure thoughts*
Heavens. The intellectual and literary ninnyness makes the mind reel.
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The most logical explanation I can come up with is that you're using some kind of obsolete olden verb meaning "to builde a [sofa cushion] fortresse." Is this the case?
At any rate, this conversation was innocent enough until you claimed I hadn't passed the fourth grade three comment-deletions ago. Now I trust you know who is the spanker and who's the spanked? Good. You may delete this comment at your leisure. After this, if you ever delete another of my comments I'll break your legs, punk. Okay? Thanks.
A: interesting how you get your kicks off of "trying" to make yourself seem better than others, even though you obviously are lacking in many personal fields
B: you're the only person who repeatedly tries to find fault with me
C: why haven't you posted anything bad about my newest poem "what's the point?" or does it leave you without possible "witty retort"?
D: i seriously didn't think you'd take it that hard when i said you didn't pass the 4th grade... maybe it just took you more than one try... but at any rate, i'm sorry i hurt your feelings
"zodiac is totally ace" - Steve in Nebraska
"Thar ain't none in these parts what shoots straighter and drinks harder'n that ol' dodger zodiac" - Hank in Montana
"You're beautiful. You'll be a star" - Simon Cowell
"You have the aura of election upon you" - Harold Bloom
And I have many, many more. As far as "you obviously are lacking in many personal fields" goes, please explain.
B: I'm apparently the only one who cares. *glows beatifically*
C: What, indeed, would be the point? At any rate, you haven't posted anything on anyone's poems except your own and one each of dmzoacan's and Blindpoetry's. Why don't you give it a shot?
D: You didn't hurt my feelings, you dimwit. That's not even close to what I said.
E: Thanks.
*claps* okay, i admit Hank in Montana was funny... you salty son of a gun ;)