Boy,interrupted.

Boy,interrupted.

A Poem by Lady Lazarus.
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basically is how i'd sum up my aspergers/depression.

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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.

© 2008 Lady Lazarus.


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This is a really great poem. I've been reading quite a bit of your stuff....you really have a knack for taking the darkness within you and molding it into something vibrant and bright...I've read about five or six of your poems so far and liked this one the most...thus far. Oh yeah...you have a great taste in music too!

Posted 11 Years Ago


was this originally intended to be a song? its just that most of the rhymes are imperfect and the structures always changig. it doesnt really read well on paper, to me, but it wuld make a brilliant song. the language is beautiful either way.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Just so beautiful at heart! I feel that you brought this piece to life and get it your know touch of inner peace. Amazing poem!

Anna

Posted 12 Years Ago


Simply wonderful poem! ^^

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Lady Lazarus.
Lady Lazarus.

glasgow, United Kingdom



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'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..

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A Poem by Lady Lazarus.