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"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
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
"There Is Nothing Like Death" --Robin Williams
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
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
The Choices of Life
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
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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
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Me being myself
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
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
"Tribute to Robin Williams"
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
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
I knew it was you
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.
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Slow Dying Flower (poem about Robin Williams)
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
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
A7
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.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
(In memory of Robin Williams - R.I.P.)
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.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
The Long Thank You
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.
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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.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Robin Williams
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
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Goodbye
“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.”
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
An article I read. "Robin Williams did not die from suicide."
“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.”
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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?
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
When Funny People Stop Laughing
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.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Having nothing, Despite Everything.
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.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Delusional Death Wishes
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
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
'american robin'
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.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
"What dreams may come........"
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?"
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
for Robin
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
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Carpe Diem
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.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Carpe Diem
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
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
Yorick?
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.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
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