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Tom M  Oct 2015
Vulnerability
Tom M Oct 2015
Today at a library I spoke to Jim. Such a pleasant 82year old gentleman born on the Isle of Man. As I got to know him a bit more, I found out that he hasn't spoken to a single person in 3weeks! He did mention saying hi or hello to people you normally greet, but nobody wanted to take it from there and spend the time of their day just talking. We spent chatting roughly 20 minutes and every now and then he would almost feel uncomfortable having me around, asking if he wasn't "wasting" my time.
It saddens and angers me, that at an age where everyone feels so connected, we have grown so detached and so distant from each other, even from ourselves. Even our own friends, our own parents and relatives, let alone strangers. We avoid being vulnerable with each other. We project what we think would gather more likes or more acceptance from the society. But by doing so, we are undoing the very basic of the basics. Connection. We are ashamed and embarrassed to project vulnerability.
It all starts with a simple hello. Outside.
What does vulnerability mean to you?
kromwellfarkus Oct 2020
Ive been here 3 weeks
And this pain in my head
Wont cease

I eat ok
And the drinking has slowed
Perhaps this pressure
Is due to work load

I awake at 5
I must sleep at 9
In order to get
The sleep I require

To awake at 5.

My kids don't miss me
My ex fukn hates me
Or maybe she doesn't
It's hard to tell...

My new love is all I have
We have plans I intend to keep
She is the first thing I think of
And the last before I go to sleep.

When I get home
I sit in my empty house
With nothing to do
For 2 days.

I sleep on the plane
I eat at the pub
I eat in my office
I eat in my car.

I have all this money
But no time
For love
Or life.

This is not living
This is an existence.

The buzz of the front bar
Ignites the senses
I am here
For the noise and movement.

This pain in my head
Still wont cease
And I've only been here
For 3 weeks.
New job, new me?
Jonny C  Oct 2018
Heavy Heart
Jonny C Oct 2018
My heart feels heavy
Like I've taken some of your pain
I heard you cried when you saw my pictures
It made me cry too

You where such a strong man
You saw pictures of us everyday
I only thought you'd want to forget
But you didn't
You lived a life of pain

I'm angry with myself as I only felt anger to you
I never knew you loved me and cared
I'm sorry

My anger is gone,I just feel pain knowing how much you suffered,having our pictures on show all your life

We couldn't get to meet
3weeks away
All I wanted was for you to smile
And some of that suffering to go away

I just wanted you to see I've done well
And you can be proud
I'm sorry I couldn't get to see you
And take that pain away

Today is your day
The day your layed to rest
Your pain you lived with now gone
And the warmth from the heavens is with you
And as you look down from the heavens you can see im here for you.
Danielle Allen Jun 2011
Love Story
On the first page of our story, the future seemed so bright.
You always wanted to see me and you called me every night
On the second page you told me you cared
All the days together and all the secrets shared
Then came the third page where you said you were in love
You told me I was an angel, something from above
Page four and five came and went like this summer
But when august came it was such a ******
Then came six, seven, and eight
But during that time, for you I had to wait.
Chapter one was over and chapter two just begun
It’s really just a miracle, to think back on all the fun
Page twelve flew by fast, thirteen by faster
I would ask you a question, and you, you would answer
But the real fun is on page fourteen I heard
For a little reminder think of May third
Chapters two, three, four and five
Where spent waiting again, so time flew right by
Chapter six a flashback, back to my junior year
That’s when my feelings for you all become so clear
Flashback still continued, chapter seven was the bus
That was the beginning, the beginning of us
Page one-thirty-two, a few months in the past
Takes us to New Year’s Eve, look baby we can last
You said baby I love you, thanks for being here
You made my life perfect; gave me a perfect year.
Chapter nine, page 199, brings us back to now
2 weeks till I’m 18; 3weeks, 10 months, wow
And we’ve made it pretty far in this story we have written
But see we aren’t very far, for this is only the beginning.
The beginning of volume one of an endless collection
Only the beginning of our story of affection.

— The End —