Thomas Spencer

Rookie (1993- current / Orlando)

Fbi Report - Poem by Thomas Spencer

My wrists are empty,
no more blood to bleed out
my body is pale,
no more light warms the skin
I'm a shallow figure of what I use to be,
parents died, reason why still a mystery
heart stopped, the power to live has left me,
my days are short now, undoubtedly
just give me a week,
no one to miss me, no one to weep
death wish, to be crucified,
FBI report: another suicide


Comments about Fbi Report by Thomas Spencer

  • (4/19/2008 5:28:00 PM)


    i adore the last line of the poem.. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/16/2008 3:03:00 PM)


    Wow. This is really good! It is really sad though. Keep up the good work! ! !
    ~Sunshine ♥
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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/15/2008 10:27:00 PM)


    very interesting..........nice write (Report) Reply

  • (4/13/2008 6:09:00 PM)


    I think this one is.... actaully I can't think of a word to describe wow much i liked it!
    I know what you mean, but you can get through it. <33
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  • (4/13/2008 5:36:00 PM)


    Cleverly done. I like the ending. Keep writing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008



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