alienwerecow

I'm drowning again With no-one to save me No-one to listen To the tangled mess of feelings In my head No outlet for my concealed emotion The only way out is to let someone in To trust enough to share the burden Of my own dark thoughts But somehow I cannot speak Or relieve the growing pressure When I push away all who approach And hide in the shadowy corridors Of my mind Where I slowly fade away Waiting for my faceless rescuer To save me from myself

I watch from my dark corner As you stand in the spotlight A million miles from where I hide Praying you will notice me Dreading that you will I stand alone in the crowd You are surrounded by friends We move in such different ways You will never see me I am nothing I have nothing to offer Except this dream That will never become real

I am a tadpole I am in a pot (I was in a tank But now I am not) I am a tadpole Swimming in a jar I tried to jump out But did not get far I am a tadpole In a plastic cup First year students Are picking me up! I am a tadpole On a bent spoon I hope this experiment Will be over soon I am a tadpole On a microscope slide It's not very big So there's nowhere to hide I am a tadpole They're looking at me (I'm not quite sure what They are hoping to see!) I am a tadpole I am upside down (They don't seem to like it It's making them frown) I am a tadpole I'm feeling quite pissed I was poked with a spoon I nearly got squishe

I think I'd like to be a cow Though you may call me crazy I'd make friends with the other cows (Buttercup, Bluebell and Daisy) ...And all day long I'd chew on cud Cos cows are really lazy And all the stinking cow pats make Cow fields gross and hazy What if I was a helium balloon So happily I'd float! I'd be so warm (being near the sun) I wouldn't need a coat ...But if the air came out, I'd sink Like a pebble in a moat If I fell down in the wrong place I'd get eaten by a goat! And if I was a blade of grass I'd photosynthesize Get so much food and energy I'd grow before your eyes ...But the it might get really dry And I wo

I am a tree, you use me for wood The following poem is not very good I am a tree, with many a twig Some are quite small whereas others are big I am a tree, I am covered in leaves In winter I lose them but nobody grieves I am a tree, and I may produce berries Which might get exported and taken on ferries I am a tree, and when I make seeds They contain information that a new tree needs I am a tree, and in spring i make blossoms Which sometimes get put in bouquets for opposums I am a tree, I have a thick trunk And if it snaps I'll fall down with a clunk I am a tree, my trunk is wrapped in bark If I fell in toxic waste I would glow