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The Boy Who Woke Up Dead - a Poem
Here's another creepy kid's poem for y'all
The Boy Who Woke Up Dead S.K. (c) 2006 I woke up in the dark today, sealed down in the ground, In a box with satin pillows and flowers all around. And there I lay for hours with just one thought in my head, Life just ain’t worth living on the day you wake up dead. Tearing through my coffin, I clawed up through the earth, And climbed through mud and muck until my own grave gave me birth. Then turning to my headstone a young boy’s name I read, “Here lies Joey Pratt” that’s me, the boy who woke up dead. To the cemetery gates I turned and tried to run, But I could barely shuffle like my feet both weighed a ton. It took me all night long to find my house and room and bed, Seems speed is not an option on the day you wake up dead. Little sis rose with the dawn and came into my room, She asked me how I got here and why I wasn’t in my tomb Mother screamed and Father screamed, they grabbed my sis and fled No one wants to see their boy the day he wakes up dead. Father raced back to my room, a shotgun at his side, Mother said “No! He’s still our son!” as tears streamed from her eyes. I tried to call their names but “GRRR” and “AAARGH” came out instead, Communication is quite tricky for a boy who wakes up dead. A fever burned inside my gut, I pointed to my mouth, Mother said “He’s hungry, that’s what this is all about.” She brought me eggs and sausages and buttered toasted bread But brains are all you want to eat the day you wake up dead. Just then the cat leapt to my arms and purring, nuzzled close I opened wide and took a bite and sister yelled “that’s gross!” Father cried “I’ve got it” as upon the cat I fed, Meals can be quite messy for a boy who woke up dead. Now the pet shops in my town are all running out of rats, And our neighborhood is seemingly devoid of stay cats. My family still loves me, but they keep me in the shed, Guess things could go much worse for a boy who woke up dead.
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon Last edited by Roderick Usher; 11-20-2006 at 08:35 AM. |
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That was great, Rod. I really enjoyed it. The humorous slant in it works really well.
Nice job.
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I'll kill you and your dreams tonight Begin new life Bleed your death upon me Let your bloodline feed my youth ------------------------------ Ssshhh....did you hear that? |
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Ive said it before, I hate poetry in general, but i love yours...
If Robert Frost had written about dead kids eating pets, I probably would have been a more attentive student :)
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oh
i love poetry, remember when i wrote and posted my own on here?
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1.) Mama always said life was like a box of chocholates you never know what your gonna get by Forest Gump. 2.) I'll come back i always do but dying is such a b*tch i <3 chucky 3.) What would you do if harm came your way turtley harm. |
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that reminded me of pet sematary a little bit
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*shiver*
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oh shit!!
awesome
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Wicked poem.
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