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Life waits for no one,
& I’m late.
A line from my poem “Tell my parents”
Surface tension
Wearing thin
Emaciated
Bones in skin
The shock sets in
Upon the sight
Of transformations
Into this
Cadaverous
Dehumanist
Adapting to impractical
Apathy practiced
Tactfully
To physically appear to them
Augmented exoskeleton
Are you like me and still waiting for the punch line
and
at about lunch time on the third day when you realise that
there's no way anything's happening
you give up?

I thought that anti ****** was put on drainpipes to stop kids and cats climbing them
haha
some men eh!


things change because that's what things do
new lamps for old sort of thing
but
you can bring me the last century any
day of the week and I'll be happy with that.
 Sep 2018 Tammy M Darby
Laura
I can see my breath
And for some reason
That frightens me
For some reason
I'm very frightened
By everything today
I'm frightened
By my own thoughts
By my own existence
Just by being alone
And I don't know
If that's normal
I don't know
If people understand
What that's like
To be afraid
Of the mind
You live in
To be afraid
Of the life
You were born in
But it's scary
And I don't like it
I don't like
Seeing my breath
I don't like
Seeing my veins
I don't like
Feeling my pulse
As I live my scared life
Because I'm truly frightened
By everything in my mind
And I don't know how to stop it
I don't know how to change it
I don't know what to do
And that scares me
Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree.
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea.

I used to play games
And smile all the time.
I used to feel on top of the world.
I used to feel fine.

It's amazing how things change
When people let you down.
And how that once happy face
Turns into a solemn frown.

You search and search
For someone who cares,
Anyone who understands,
Anyone who dares.

Loneliness, it hurts.
It kills you deep inside.
It makes you feel empty.
It stops you in your stride.

You cry yourself to sleep,
Hugging your pillow tight,
Wishing for someone
To hold you through the night.

Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree.
Now my life's full of sadness,
Pain and misery.

Once when I was little
I was never on my own.
But now I pray at night
"I wish I wasn't alone."
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