Here's mine. Give me an A for originality.

In the One day, I'll be darkness of nightfall I stare at an author.the ceiling
As I wait, They'll find me in a red bathtub for fatigue to take over my head.
Then I lose all the worries that because I went down the highway, life has me feeling
not across the street. I start
And scrawled in black permanant Sharpie will be: to forget my existence in bed.

I begin to imagine myself as Sheets of my poetry on a being
Free of a note will be Dear whoever it is who finds me, in my hand. and all of the fears and the angst of the earth make sure that I am remembered and that no one forgets who I am..
Make sure that they all read what I have written On this planet of mine Yours truly. I create what I'm seeing And then one day, when I never come out of the bathroom,
And to all the sensations I feel I give birth they'll kick down the door and break the lock..

I have no obligation Someone will gasp and look away and no Someone will cry limitation;
There is
Someone will just stare. nothing to tell me what I cannot do
But they will all read the note and my poetry.
Creativity gives to me full liberation and not one of them will forget the day they found me dead.,
Total access to A book in my memory will be published,everything, ancient and new.
beachguy in thongs Reviewed by beachguy in thongs on . A poem I've been reading about lucid dreams today, and I was inspired to write a poem about them. Tell me what you think of it, or post your own poetry if you're so inclined. In the darkness of nightfall I stare at the ceiling As I wait for fatigue to take over my head. Then I lose all the worries that life has me feeling And I start to forget my existence in bed. I begin to imagine myself as a being Free of all of the fears and the angst of the earth. Rating: 5