For as long as I can remember, no one ever seemed to care.
My mom left my dad when I was two, since then he's never been there.
Mother works a full-time day job, and then a part-time one at night.
No one's ever really here for ME, somehow it doesn't feel right.
I go to school five days a week, the least popular kid in class.
Bullies seem to thrive on me, so easy, I suppose, to harass.
My friends have all but abandoned me. Why? I really couldn't say.
I feel as though I'm invisible, least that's how I feel today.
But at night I get out my books, and they take me to worlds unknown.
I find myself fantasizing; here I thrive, no longer alone.
I've flown to the moon, spent time on Mars, and traveled back to the past.
I've run with the wolves, lived on a farm, partied down and had a blast!
Oh, how I wish to prolong such dreams, to live here in these sweet realms.
To reside in my dreams where reality fades, where I get to sit at the helm.
But the morning bell rings, time to get up, some toast and off I go.
Back to the world I've come to abhor...
I'm a shadow in a reality show.
no one is invisible. not forever.
I have found that the best people often have the worst childhoods, but trust me, it gets better.
I love the Bible verse too <3
I love the Bible verse too <3
Yes, my wife is a good example. Tough life but turned out to be one of the kindest, most generous of persons I've ever met. Thanks
You have successfully captured the thoughts of many young schoolchildren so well! Your poem definitely seems like it would be encouraging to someone in this situation, to let them know they're not alone. Well done.
woot *snaps fingers* (that is a poetry clap lol)
This is amazing! I love the imagery it provides, and I also love your word choices. It's not often that one will come across the word "abhor". I think one of the things that makes this poem so appealing is the simple flow and rhyme of the sentences, it really defines the nature of it. Excellently done!!
A lote of people(like me) go through this but thanks to god they is something called books that take us to unknown worlds.
personally I belive that every timr you find a new book is like find new friends,adventures,palces,etc.
this is basically the story of my life in a nutshell. but its really good.
I'm amazed at how many can relate. Kinda sad
i like u'r poetry, it's deep, and i can tot relate on the whole book thing... but with me it's transformers
And for other's puzzles...
From someone who has lived like this; Books as a refuge from loneliness.... I personally can tell you you truely captured the pictures and framed it with words. That is exactly how it was like. you are real good. Just thought I'd tell you
Thanks. Deviant group wordsmiths turned this down because they didn't think anyone could relate. Maybe you could send them a word lol.
It is actually not common but it's also not rare. All bullied kids chose their own refuges. Mine was the world of books because it made me invisable (in my eyes) to those around me and take me t o places that were nicer and more kinder than the world I lived in. Letting myself imagine I was brave (when I was not) and surrounded by friends of all kinds (rather than enemies and no friends) didn't have a friend outside the lit. world until high school and even then only a few.
Well you seem like a nice person
Many now say "you are the nicest person I know" but when you are a target for bullying being nice just makes you an easier target. To friends being nice is awsome but to a bully it is a sign of weakness. makes one wonder... why people attack a trait they wish those around them would have?
my simple answer can be found here: 2 Timothy 3:1-5 Bible
If only avoidance could be so easy as to walk away when forced to sit within their mists everyday (school and work) or they refuse you to walk away and they follow you. The mean will never let the weak thrive for they thrive on the weak for that what makes them mean. But I hear yah, if you can avoid do so
You're really talented
Another social issue poem with impact Well observed.
Most of the teens go through this
This is amazing
i wish you somebody you could dream with just like that. somebody who'd flee with you.
but wonderful poem in every case!
Yeah... fly me to the moon
I love it.
Wow...that actually describes me to a "T"...even the part about the father leaving when he was 2...Awesome work, and beautiful poem! ^-^ Keep up the great work!
You didn't know I was tapping into your subconscious mind did you? Buwahaha! Jus kiddin
I have spent years on and off feeling like this....