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Under Embankment Station, lying. A man, in a cardboard box, waiting. For Time to come to wake him, trying. To remember all the wrong turns, making. His life this way so hard, ending.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could, away from that park, and away from HER. After what she tried to do, I am never, ever going back, not for all the tea in china.
I ran for a while, not really sure where I was going. I was running out the past 12 years of my life.
And so i begin moving all my clothes from one house to another, i've been at this for 6 months now i didn't even realize until today that i was being a nomad for all this time.
Oh if you look at him, I bet you cannot see, His laugh brings a double chin with wrinkles that wink.
Throat dry, hands numb, Sitting there, looking dumb. White face, snowflake tender. Peaky face, small and slender. Dirty windows, dusty floors, Sleeping out beside shop doors.
Will you welcome me. Soon as your eyes will see. Or will you tease me. Meaning that it wasn't meant to be. Standing outside in this cold. No-one to hug, no-one to hold. Snowing outside with misty fog.
Poem about homeless people. We were talking about it in school and it is really sad an really touched my heart so next time you see a homeless person just reach into your pocket.
One. I woke up to my dog barking. I told him to keep quiet, the cops were about and I didn't want to move. I pulled him closer, the cold biting at my body as if it too hadn't eaten in days.
It's cold and dark. There's no warmth in this life. All I wish for is a blanket so I won't freeze to death. They say we're better than in the past, but I see no evidence for this.
You may think I'm crazy when I talk to the wall. Or think that I'm scruffy because my pants are to small.
He's sitting on the corner Of the road you always pass, He's always there, not always seen All he wants if some cash, He has no home to go to No family of his own He needs some help, some...
Here's the deal. My life is shit. I mean, after going to University you would think I have a n amount of money. But instead I find myself in a pretty awkward situation.
#movement Crumpled up like old paper Sits Tom the tollroad tramp Dressed in his Sunday finest And shoes that give him cramp His shirt has lost its collar And his jacket doesn't fit Sleeps under...
"Sticks and bones may break may bones but words may never hurt me." reads a poster for some abuse hotline. The poster is a liar. Words do hurt.
My feet move between realms, a dust-ridden, moss-cloaked path. My feet move me onwards, never backwards, never looking at the past. My eyes search the light, the crisp edge of shadows that glitters.
Sometimes I cry ,"They aren't real. They are just dreams, not reality. Only dreams." Thats all I do. Dream.
#household We've staked this humble home of ours, out here among the stars Where dreams do fade with waning light, and stings like salt upon old scars.
I have no home to call my own. The open road is where I roam. But this road is coming to an end. I have found some land and pitched up my tent. I am now the king of my own castle.
The stone cold pavement against my cheek Depression is the reason i feel so weak. Sleeping rough,Means no food to eat Not even a drink on this cold crowded street.
CHAPTER 13 I turned on Max. My eyes full of tears "I don't want to hear your story or excuses ok just leave." He did.
This is part 2, hope you all enjoy. The dog moves to his masters side. The shot zooms back and we see that the man and dog are under a bridge near the waters edge. This has been there bed for tonight.
Abandoned. Yes, that's what had happened I'd been abandoned One minute I was singing Christmas carols with spencer and jane and the next I was on the streets in a small cardboard box.
#household I find my home out on the street. All sorts of people that I meet, I find my home amongst the trash... Teabags, apple cores, all in my stash, I keep it down, it's quite a feat.