I'm Not Alive

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    I'm Not Alive

    On one dark and creepy night,

    while in a spooky house,

    something moved and made me jump,

    but it was only a little mouse.

    I've never seen this house before,

    but I had to come inside,

    bacause something was chasing me,

    and I had to find a place to hide.

    It was starting to get late,

    and I wandered if it was gone?

    Could I get to my car

    and make it the rest of the way home?

    When I opened the door

    something was there!

    It was big and tall,

    and covered with hair!

    I slamed the door

    and ran to the next room,

    where I found a woman

    stabbed to death by a broken broom.

    All of the sudden

    something flew through the window,

    and when I looked

    it started to glow!

    Then it rose up

    and stood big and tall.

    I turned to run

    but started to fall.

    Something had hit me

    and made me trip!

    Then I realized

    that there was blood on my hip.

    When I looked

    my hip was gone.

    I had to get

    to the telephone.

    I'm finally here,

    but I'm gonna die.

    I know I could've got away,

    but now...I'm not alive. 

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    iluvchrist4ever commented on I'm Not Alive

    10-07-2009

    this poems good with the rhymes and i like it altho i'm not a big person of death

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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