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,
I fall to my knees and beg for mercy
But then I hear
“You are not worthy”
I scream and shout for my
Who are dying from their burning blisters,
I crawl to their sides and kiss them softly
Then I hear
“That will not work”