#robinwilliams
"Do we die when we find out 'the secret to life'?"
"Do we die when we find out
'The secret to life'?"
"When we die, do we find out 'the secret to life'?"
"When" we die is different from
"BEFORE" we die.
[Two conflicting opinions.]
....I had asked, "Before"....
"Before we die, do we find out 'the secret to life'?"
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
One life
Two life
Three life
Four
I thought I knew
I plan and pursure
But when its almost here
The finish line falls
And is no where near
My college ends my program
Now what do I do?
Do I start elsewhere
Or end my pursuit?
The second choice of 42 thousand
After talking with them its up to 84
But what about life and living there?
Well now its 115 and my hope fades away
That cant be impossible
There must be a way
But after some thoughts
I realize the cost
Maybe elsewhere,
Perhaps more near?
Well thosell cost less
But wont be the same.
Do I drop the thought?
Do I end it here?
Perhaps theres no need
Perhaps theres a way
I think and I think
More and more
About just what to do
Because we are poor
We arent poor in love or happiness
Thats what family and antidepressants are for
We arent poor in money either
But once experienced
Its hard to change
We arent rich
But we arent poor
So why is money
Still the deciding factor?
School,
College,
University
What ever you call it, its all the same
They just want your money
And to boost their fame
At what expense
What do you have to pay?
For a modest job you probably wont like
Only the 1 in 3 chance of taking your life
Perhaps not perhaps youll win the fight
That 1 in 3 college students fight.
Well if you win and if you fight
Now comes the problem of paying for life
The debt it gives is so substantial
That they lie and say its just circumstantial
Perhaps their right
Perhaps thats the way
Just dont go
And regret it for life.
But maybe not
Maybe youll make it
And one day become famous
And be adored both wide and far
Just to be pushed further inside
Where only you will see
The pain and agony
Put on by society
That is until one day
They wake up and find
How you truely felt on the inside
You had it all
So much to live for
And no reason to die
But now your hanging there
Like Robin Williams who never said
Good Bye
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
I walk the road less travelled
For this is where i can be myself
Not one to try and change me
Not one to tell me what to do
Just me in control
I walk the road less travelled
Finding my own way through
Not one to say what i should be
Not one to tell me i did wrong
Just me deciding for my own
I walk the road less travelled
For here is room to breathe
Not one to tie me down
Not one to disagree
Just me being myself
I walk the road less travelled
Learning as i walk along
Not one to preach their beliefs
Not one to pity on my choices
Just me living my life
Just me being me
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
I was flipping through some books that I got from a free pile.... some lovely literary titles.
In the back with a note with a quote from Robin Williams
"Please don't worry so, because in the end none of us have a very long time on this Earth life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed cast your eyes to the Summer Sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night if a shooting star streaks through the Blackness, turning night into day make a wish, think of me, make your life SPECTACULAR! "
I can hear him saying that in a sincere yet.... comedic tone. Words like this above and the ones following just seem to always flow from his lips
" you're only given a little spark of Madness you mustn't lose it"
" Comedy is acting out optimism"
" People say satire is dead. Isn't dead it's just living in the White House."
" the Statue of Liberty is no longer saying 'give me your poor, you're tired, your huddled masses'- she's got a baseball cap and a bat yelling- you want a piece of me?"
" Time is the best teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all of its students"
"Never pick a fight with an ugly person they've got nothing to lose"
And finally...not by any favorite
"No matter what people tell you words and ideas can change the world"
All above quotes by Robin Williams
"I think Robin Williams was an amazing quick witted poet, an exceptionally gifted actor...because I'm not sure he was acting...and he was also a very shiny human being" - Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Ms. Doubtfire
Says her hearts too cold
To ever be unfrozen
And I can only laugh
Because she thinks he looks like a woman
Ms. Doubtfire
I was never convinced
Still thank you for cleaning my house
You have a check for all your work
Signed Mr. Fire
Don't doubt me
I've seen Peter Pan
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
He was the brightest star the world had ever seen,
but no star can burn bright forever, although that was unforeseen.
He was a man who brought joy to all those around him,
so that he never had to show them how his life was grim.
He made them laugh until their stomachs hurt,
even though inside he was full of despair, sadness and disconcert.
Like a clown, his smile was painted on,
only when he removed it did you see the wretchedness in his deep blue eyes; that’s when it dawned
that he was a slow dying flower,
fading petal by petal and losing power
until the day he’d been poisoned enough by this ghastly world,
and he died once and for all by his own hand – that’s when the truth of his life really unfurled.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
I told them, “I don’t feel sorry for Robin Williams.
He lived it. Coke-fueled, bearded trickster of ******
Well traveled and well versed, raging into worlds
Physical and ephemeral, like a ghostly bull
Goring mortals to unfeel the estoques
Sunk deep into his vital corpse.”
I had a friend who blew his brains out
While his parents were watching tv in the living room
And another who rented a room at the Marriott
Then hung himself off the shower-rod
Both early 20s
You won’t see them on the big screen
Or hear their witty banter on interviews
Chic celebs won’t eulogize them
On “Extra”, “TMZ”, or “Access Hollywood”
No 2 minute montages
At award shows, while tuxes and gowns float
Clapping in ovation behind the shimmering façade
Of golden statues
They got a few lines in an obituary, in A7
Those who knew them will speak in hushed euphemisms
No one daring to whisper “suicide”
As if it’s the ****** Mary of deaths
Like walking under a ladder, or breaking a mirror
The mirror containing, like smoke, the future
The jagged shards reflecting moonlight faintly
I love them all the same
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
How are you?
99% of people /all over the world have /responded to that question /with a lie.
/Its not something this generation began, /no its been here as long as the question, /and isn't that the saddest thing you've heard today?/
I'm not okay.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
always
poking
at the sky,
waiting for the signs,
to change,
crashed through a mile-
stone marker,
foolin' with life,
hands on the wheel of
what is broken down,
dark, dark, dark like area
fifty-one
grams are instant,
you might figure it out,
then again, whenever...
first heard of denver,
rhymes and reasons,
eagles and hawks,
music to my ears,
oh then came the tears,
Road Weary too early
in this Rotten World,
but rw came along,
and laughter filled
this heart,
to over flowing,
until tears
came from every laugh
and ... then...
only the tears.
A r m, there was no
harm, only a heart
for God,
step by step you
brought me closer,
if i stand,
brought
me to my knees,
understanding your love
for the Navajo
nation.
Too hard to be a bard,
all the waves that
sound like me
are hammered flat,
sharply.
Too soon.Wanted to grow
old with all of you
even though we share so little
phil-o-so-phically,
but here it is play
with words,
sun still rises
and watching flights
of birds and
dragonflies
make me pause;
from the shape of the sky
to a colour of the paint
that comes from the sun
in the clouds.
Then walking with ugly
toes with feet and
knees,
older than they should be,
seeing
people on the street,
who
love to hate,
hate to love,
each day is a wrestling
match in an atmospheric cage,
that puts ufc to shame,
seeing way more
than can be put on
parchment,
the will, be tried.
roof over my head
like a hat hanging
on an empty coat
hook
between the ribs
tearing at a heart
that refuses to
stop
beating while
being beat up by voices
that keep coming out
of the dark, dark, dark
shhhhhhhhh
whispers,
wisps
of hope
that knowing
as long as the
sounds of music
from many artists
find the ears
and,
able to feel,
lines of tears
and too
the laughter
echoes,
echoes in the
empty hallway
that swallows
red and white
and clear,
I live to write
another
day.
Take courage
to Play
the ukelele
if may I
by deSign.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
May you find the peace you so desperately sought.
You tried so valiantly to win the war you fought.
You did not lose, no sir, no, not at all.
But sometimes even the mighty will fall.
Your efforts in battle were not at all in vain.
We must find solace; as you've silenced your pain.
A soul that made us love and laugh - truly one of a kind.
But sadly, humor is merely the mask of a tortured mind.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Now he’s gone
I can’t go on
Feeding on this
Misery
We ****** him dry
What a great guy
His light side
And his dark side
Are a treasure to
Humanity
Nanoo nanoo
Your time is through
Your legacy
Your jokes
Your glee
Unfortunately,
You’re a
Candidate for suicide
A Statistic in your
Demography
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
“Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.
When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.
The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…
But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.”
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
It is not my intention to paint
A morose portrait of your passing,
To draw you up as the sad clown.
After all you where are, were,
A comedian and I a poet.
But as a poet I am allowed the artistic
License to express a range of emotion.
A comedian is not because
When funny people stop laughing
The world stops listening.
You took too big bites out of life.
Did you take to much?
When the crowds stopped cheering
Was the reverberation of the silence
Too loud?
Was our laughter ever a kin to
That of the jackels?
Could we have saved you
By lifting you on to our shoulders
Rather than on a pedestal?
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
There was no reason
For it; Life was golden
...
That don't mean jack ****
Tears flowed from my brain
Your heart, your love was given
...
Still, I bathed in pain.
A victim of me.
Drank of tears and misery
...
Genie, you are free.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Ever hold a razor blade
That you couldn't use;
Find a six foot piece of rope
That couldn't be abused?
Ever buy a vial of pills
That couldn't do the ****
Ever enter office buildings
Looking for a ledge;
Or walk across a span of water
Without stopping on the bridge?
Ever wade into a pond
Breathing like the fishes?
Anyway you think on
It,
You've delusional
Death wishes.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
there was no bat, man
just the manic
spasmodic
rain of gems
caught up as so many were
some still fell to the pit
you fingered them there
then flicked them away
it's always the night
despite
the light of day
quicker than a bullet
and sharper than a whip
the captain stood tall
as the ****** would fall
because the captain
was destined alone
on that ship
and above the knowing smile
were ever-saddened eyes
take a look
you my find yourself surprised
we were given a blessing
but the hand that gave now took
away
though we can always look
for the american robin
flying back
this way
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
You seemed so happy on the movie screen.
You brought smiles to all our faces.
We can only hope you're in those Heavenly places.
"Sometimes when you win, you lose."
I'm sure you remember that line.
The reverse is true as well.
So i guess what i mean is,
We love and miss you, and even though you're gone we know you are in a better place.
Sometimes when you lose, you win.
My prayers are with your family
And i hope they can see
You made an impact and you'll always be
In our hearts.
So let us see "What dreams may come" because of what you gave us.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Though I did not know you well
Or watch your stand-up routine,
You posed to me life's greatest question,
"What will your verse be?"
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Carpe diem
Seize the day
I know it's scary
I know it's hard
But you don't have to be alone
Don't get swallowed up
It's not your fault
Don't blame yourself
Stay strong
Be brave
You are beautiful
You are chapter that need not end yet
Carpe diem
Seize the day
Live it well
Let it ring
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
I am afraid,
in a way I haven't been before.
I am afraid
of the way people fall out of the sky,
I am afraid
of the way people disappear into the sea
without saying goodbye;
Suddenly the loss
feels like a snake
slithering from across the room;
venom in his blood
and names on his tongue.
I am afraid
of the way people find themselves
at the bottom of the barrel.
And I
am scraping
at the end of it.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
We knew him well
his jest
most excellent
alas, not infinite
*Where be your gibes now?
Your gambols? Your songs?
Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont
to set the table on a roar?* (Hamlet, V.i)
We laughed,
we cried
amused and touched
Borne on your back,
anguish unspoken
Poor Yorick.
r ~ 8/12/14
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
Even the one
who lights the world
can succumb to the darkness inside.
We become blind
and see only the light.
The darkness can easily hide.
So you've scattered yourself
to the billions of stars that
blanket the billowing night
to help hold at bay
the darkness that preys
on the strong
and the weak
and the rich
and the poor
and the brilliant
and dull ones
alike.
You gave of yourself
with such ferocity of truth.
You fought with all of your might.
So thank you, old friend
for sharing your gift
and rest now
in peaceful twilight.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC