"carm" poems
I went into work today,
straight away this boy wanted to play,
it brought a smile to my face,
I had only just walked into the place.
You need to get dressed first young man,
then we can make a plan.
So I helped him take a shower,
it only took us an hour.
He put on his favourite top,
and down the corridor he hopped.
Next thing he was lying on the floor,
he wasn't having fun any more.
I went and spoke to him to keep him carm,
I told him to tell it to go away, then it couldn't do him no harm.
his eyes finally focused on me,
and a little smile I could see.
Come on champ you wanted to play,
we can't do that if here we stay.
so he got to his feet,
whilst I thought of something as a treat.
how about we make a den?
then your can invite in your friends.
can we stay in for a snack?
I'm sure I can make some lunch packs.
We were just finishing the finally touch,
but today we weren't having much luck.
My little friend started to shake,
it made my heart ache.
This time it went on abit long,
and all his energy was gone.
so I helped him to bed
and got someone to give him some meds.
Just laying there so still,
I hated to see him so ill.
but a few hours later on
he was sitting up, singing a song.
I hated that I had to go home,
but I knew he wouldn't be alone.
just before I left,
this is what he said,
I'm sorry we didn't get to finish the game,
my illness is such a pain.
maybe another day,
longer ill be able to play.
This boy is amazing you see,
I don't thing I could be so strong if it happened to me.
He seizures are every day,
but not once have I heard him say.
That he isn't happy,
or that he's feeling ******
he lives life to the full,
and gives everything he does he's all.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
My spirit travels a road of smiles.
Streetlights are friends frolicking in place.
Mistakes pile up into traffic jams.
But I'm a walking jetpack.
Setbacks are happy trails.
Been there, done that, blazed the darkness.
I promise to go the way of the adventurer.
Getting lost is finding my way.
Staying chin up and heart out, a bobcat of a man.
I stand, in the onslaught, caught in the rain.
Insane are the naysayers shaking their heads.
They may as well stay in bed laying dead.
Never praying for anything.
This is for the adventurers out there inventing our truth.
Never losing our youth as we breathe it in from a cigarette.
And you can bet, when in danger, we don't become strangers to us.
Tragic turns to magic, fear turns to tears which hydrate our peace.
And moments of happiness that we clamor through.
Become the blueprints of our soul.
So when it's all said and done, we carry on our enchanted worlds.
For the life of the adventurer truly never unfolds.
-Carm 4/8/14
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
It's beating fast
I'm trying to think of words to carm it down
I relax it works slowing down like a train hear it and feeling it too.
I go on and my mind Go's blank I'm trying to focus on the the words on the screen.
I can feel it starting to get up speed racing faster I focus back at the screen thinking what to write but I'm writing this and it's slowing down again feeling relaxed in a dark room but it's cold with my hands out the bed
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
I've had some
Oh no my hearts racing
I feel a pain
Pain in arm
Pains and needles ins my hand
I've now written pass this point
When I'm thinking about what to write
I carm and it slows down when I put my mind back on it ,it races like a thunder track.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC