Invisible Hands

Faceless friends
hold out their invisible hands for me
silly me, I smile
and jump into the crowd, crowd surfing
as I hit the floor
I begin to cry
always there, invisibly
supporting me...
ya right.


So I wrote this poem after checking my email to see if anyone I had email my story I'm currently working on to. Most of the people are friends I hardly see ever, some are family though... But it's been 2 days and no one has replied yet about what they think... I think they haven't probably started even reading it. I know some didn't even get around to it the last time I sent out the email w/ the previous chapters... So frustrating. I really need reader imput and feed back and I'm getting zilch. *sigh* Can't always be easy writing...
~T

Endurance

and sometimes those who knew me best
could stand to learn the rest
I am not what they see
I understand why they flee
forgotten, overlooked, passed by
I do want to try
yet I am not strong enough
to trudge through this rough
down I fall, hit by rocks
so when someone comes to knock
silence will greet them back
for no one will be forced to endure my slack
I wish not for anyone
patience, tolerance, for me, none
too cowardly to face life
too cowardly to face death
so alone I sit, silent to the grave
trying to endure this life I've made.

This is about feeling invisible and forgotten. I have felt like I have been abandoned by my friends for reasons I don't understand. I am also many times just ignored and I don't understand that either. I am a nice person with tons of creativity and I just want to share it with everyone. I just don't know what to do with myself. If I only understood what it is I do or about me that makes people not think of me as special enough or worth their time...
~T~