Biography of Tom Langmead
I am twelve and live in Burnham on crouch.
I love writing poems but don't know very much of the theorem of poetry.
I love comments aswell :)
Tom Langmead's Works:
young writers association, 'I Believe'
Tom Langmead Poems
Death Of A Friend
It isn't the same, i feel i am to blame, when i am crying i tell myself, that with this stress it hurts my health.
I fall to my knees and beg for mercy But then I hear “You are not worthy” I scream and shout for my
Dropping Life Off A Cliff
I stammer my breath, Stuttering my last words, As the tears are drawn from my eyes, This existents was for no-ones health,
Hair over eye, Wearing what I want, For I am who I am,
The dragon awaits a person, a he, a she, an it. The dragon awaits a killer, a killer to end its miserable life.
I hear nothing, See nothing, Feel nothing, I feel no happiness nor sadness
Standing in my mind, And its like a wasteland of feelings Its dark and cold But yet bright and warm,
The Life Of A Lonely Man
he sits alone in a cold dark room no windows no doors
This Cold Dark Room
I live alone in this cold dark room no family no friends
Diving Into It
It's dark outside I am lonely and sad But I see the light You ask my name
Love In My World
I feel your touch, But nothing else, Its not happy Not sad
Its jet everywhere Black left Black right But you cannot be scared,
Its jet everywhere
But you cannot be scared,
For it is to beautiful
Its nice and smooth
Calm and shapely
Its like life
and can be shaped to anything.