Thursday still.
April 7th 2009 15:52
I sat at home alone
On Thursday night and thought
Carefully about
What everyone else was doing.
They came and went
And went and came
And still I thought.
The radio fluttered
In the background of
My consciousness,
Letting me know there was
Something there.
But I knew that already.
How could I not know?
When they face me down
And hold me still. I
Do notice, though I
Do nothing.
It ticks too fast and
Echoes in my ears til
It drives me mad. I
Can see the clock and
I watch it but don’t move.
By Friday morning,
Little has changed.
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Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
but I don't see many people laughing.
I quite like the thoughts behind this poem. I quite like the poem itself. And I don't like much poetry on Orble. Most people on here can't write poetry for shit.
Teresa's asleep and I'm very lonely tonight, so I'm just reading Orble posts. Is there a difference between loneliness and boredom?
Comment by Rachael Murphy
Film Gorilla
Some Poetry by me.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
Have you ever read Roland Leach's poem "The Drowning of Ophelia (the madness poems)? It's one of my favourite poems of all time.
Comment by Rachael Murphy
Film Gorilla
Some Poetry by me.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
Really Long Link