To look at my space
You’d think that I was perfect
People send me good vibes and messages
They flip through my photos
They trust my opinions
They know which way my switch is hitting…
But really I’m so lonely
Nobody ever calls
All I need are real arms to hold me
I’ve wasted all of my time here
And I cannot see an end-
Tom is not my friend
Now everyone finds me funny
My bulletins are loaded
With hits every minute creating instant comfort
But by the hours end-
You think we have connected
Just because you found the time to add me to your friend list
So my world is crumbling
Pixilated people will leave me here
All I wanted was a real hand to hold onto mine
I’ve wasted all of my time
And I cannot see an end-
Tom is not really my friend
Brilliant! I have two months to go before I can go out and behave like a mad lunatic again. Almost feel completely recovered after my back operation last year so this final couple of months is frustrating but my own target that I don't want to beat.
I've put all that because I do think I too could do with 'a real hand onto hold mine' now and I was reminded by Thomas Dylan how much of a cybernaut I have become - this really adds to that.
'And there is an error in my life....'
Yes,Yes,Yes, somehow so many people find isolation in their lives, even if they are surrounded by people. Why is this? Do they expect too much, or has the word 'friend' taken a new meaning, or maybe lost its meaning.
Jesus, parts of this reminded me of King Lear, don't know if you're familiar with that play. King Lear gets lost on the heath with the Fool. 'Poor Tom's a-cold'.
I thought this was brilliant, clear & coherent. The more I read it the better it gets.
Wouldn't it be great if we could perform our work in a room full of like minded people?
But I still think this forum is great. Excellent title, by the way.
*grins* This is why Tom is not on my friends list, and the ones I do have, I know personally, or its music bands. Go figure.
The friendships I have building here, they may come out to something more, they may not. It's quite alright in the long run though, cause whether they are in your physical world, or in cyberspace, you can still learn quite a bit about people.
I'm sorry but you are right. We don't really know each other on a personal basis and more than likely wouldn't associate with each other were we not aware of our similarities.
That is what I like here. We fight argue, piss each other off and yet we share our souls with each other. We are all aspirning artists. That makes us a different kind of freindship.
Hope you find the real life human you are looking for.
I can related to it in some ways. Can't have much of the friends anymore, right? Better to trust strangers than friends. Also, there's an old saying; "Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer" Believe me, it really worked and I've learned some of the hard lessons. Anyway, good story / poem you got there, bud...
I don't know who this Tom character is, but he doesn't sound like a friend. Hang in there, someone will come and it will be right. Nice poem by the way. T
Brilliant! I have two months to go before I can go out and behave like a mad lunatic again. Almost feel completely recovered after my back operation last year so this final couple of months is frustrating but my own target that I don't want to beat.
I've put all that because I do think I too could do with 'a real hand onto hold mine' now and I was reminded by Thomas Dylan how much of a cybernaut I have become - this really adds to that.
'And there is an error in my life....'