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Boy, interrupted.
He came within the city limits.
trying to keep well within it.
The other people smiled and welcomed.
they had no idea how to help him.
He sits safely in front of traffic.
none of them are gonna have it.
If I was ill with lungs clogging you'd think better than my noggin.
who would live in a world like this?
atleast my on doesnea smell of piss.
Autistic & inward bound.
my feelings are just waiting to be found.
the worlds too loud for these sensitive ears.
I'll face all my childhood fears.
Falling in love for one such as I.
Is something not meant to occur.
a parody of a young man will never get her.
I'm stuck between the stations floating on white noise.
you might not love me darling but I'm not like those other boys.
crisis of a teenage mum
Looking at the groves of her palm.
sitting with her young one trying to stay calm.
Barely fifteen and on the news again today.
parents tut,friends leave and all the grandmothers pray.
crisis of a teenage mum.
the situation makes her numb.
she walks the streets with hesitance.
lays down a flower of remebrance.
the only one who loves her still smiles with devotion.
the girl smiles back.regrets the path she's chosen.
The girl wish she'd know her own.
But her life was lived to be alone.
her father kicked her out the home.
now from town to town will she roam.
the mother holds her baby to her bosom.
doing whats right is always a nuisance.
but one day when she's grown older.
she'll remember all the love her mother showed her.
the perks of being a weed.
Things are a breath of fresh air.
everythings different this time I swear.
I'll conceal myself against the toilet wall
reading messages about nothing much at all.
Its easier to fade away this way
than stay out there another day
A jigsaw with a soggy piece....
hopes are lost as relationships cease.
These people look at me like I'm shite.
I fail to charm with my fractured wit.
stephen fry would look me in the face.
He'd compared me to alan davis & turn away in disgrace.
The curious incident in the nightime is why I'm still alive.
I'm gonna keep it going,gonna blossom.gonna thrive.
I'm a rainman I guess with out an umbrella.
falling in love but unable to tell her.
 Louise Brooks · Fri Jun 20, 2008 @ 07:17pm · 0 Comments |
