My sleep is in my head,
My dreams,
Contact the dead.
I see my mum,
My dad,
My friends.
Now I survive to tell,
Stand,
And help those,
who cannot,
see the dead.
Author notes
My comp entry for Noah20Tymal's incredible contest, i am 10 yrs old. oh, and I am an aouphon, with fosters!
A contest entry
- LISTENING TO THE DEAD by Three Doves.
1600 points, ended March 22, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Good Job!
Although I was younger than you when I had my first experience, I didn't tell, I drew them..LOL..my mom thought it was funny! Wonderful talent to develope, so keep it up!
Niaish 
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Great Write
Thank you for taking the time to share your moment experienced. You expressed yourself very well. Although I was much younger when I was first contacted by someone from the other side it took me many years before I could speak of the events because they were very indepth and when I finally started telling someone they alway thought I was making it up. I found it much easier to put it down on paper than to tell someone. Oh well enough about me. I hope you are well and handle the life experiences with challenge in your heart. Lord knows where the wind blow but I don't have a clue.
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pretty darn good for 10 yrs old. WOW!
Good luck in the contest
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Wow, nice work for your young age, I would never had known unless you mentioned it, nice work!
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Very well done for a 10 year old. Good luck Dear Niaish (Thank you in Cheyenne)for sharing
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