whynottalktome: poem by Emily Dickinson

Friday, May 6, 2011

poem by Emily Dickinson

What does the poem mean? - that she likes to be alone but likes to have some people in here life.
Why is the poem important? - To let people know that people feel alone in the world or somthing like that
How did it make you feel? - It makes me feel sorry for people that live like this and have to deal with people who don't talk to them to make them feel sorry for themselves.

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"Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what's your story?"The first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony and, sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started punching and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off. So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering his fingers. Of course, he couldn't stand that for long, so he let go and fell - but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge, and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony.""That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man in.The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story."It's been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn't hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started punching and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole process was repeated. Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story."Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding drunk inside a refrigerator...

This girl is walking on the beach trying to run away from her husband. She trips and saw a golden cup in the and picks it up. She rubs it and a wizard comes out and says ill give you a wish what is it. To kill the the blondes in the world and. ok she says and every blonde dies. She died that day.

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Friday, May 6, 2011

poem by Emily Dickinson

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