Death Again

Bartleby

This is a poem I wrote a while ago, when I was depressed about my ex-girlfriend.

"Death Again

There's nothing I can do now,
There's nothing I can say.
I long to have you back now,
To see you every day.

I can't believe my selfishness,
I've caused you too much pain.
For all your horrid suffering,
I die my death again."

FinsburyParkCarrots

Sometimes the most profound feelings of pain can be said in the most straightforward of rhymes and metres, and it's quite a feat to achieve that balance between using convention and speaking the language of the heart. I appreciate your poem!

I lived in the North East for a bit, Bartleby! I even wrote a song about someone in Sunderland... The lyrics go like this....

WEIGHTS AND SCALES

Spacey sits in his room
With his stretchy-glass time
Wrapped about him like a flashback...
And he says he once had words
Till the late nights took hold
To keep him trapped along the numbtrack....

And he says:
"All my life I've been selling my dreams
out the backdoor
All these years I've been selling my dreams out the backdoor:
For someone else's thrill...."

(2)
Spacey waits through the years
Hurling stones at the Wear
while all his old friends leave for new towns...
From Salem Hill to Low Row
He's seen them trip and them blow
To buy a necktie on their comedown...

He says:
"Now's the time of the ghost
Of bad deals from the past
When I failed to scratch the pain out.
If you wester too far
You end up back where you were
With no more highs to blot the shame out.

'And I can't see my mother on her sickbed...
If she saw me she'd....
die.....


(CHORUS)
'And all your good times
All your smiles
They're on my weights and scales....
I've always been for someone else:
Someone else's thrill....

And all my life I've been selling my dreams out the backdoor
For someone else's thrill
All these years I've been selling my dreams out the backdoor
For someone else's thrill
All these years I've been selling my dreams out the backdoor:
Someone else's thrill
All my life I've been selling my
dreams out the backdoor
For someone else's thrill

All your good times
All your smiles
They're on my weights and scales
I've always lived for someone else:
Someone else's thrill.....


.........

I look forward to reading more from you, Bartleby!

Bartleby

Thanks mate, you said you 'used' to live in the north east. Hmm hope I can leave soon too :P I have more poems on my HD, I just felt that was the one I felt was the best at the time I posted. I think it'd be cool to talk to you mate, if you have MSN add me michaelwolfendale@hotmail.com

2btheluvof1trueheart

rhyming poetry is such a rare form these days. but to find one that doesn't compromise any of its poignancy in order to adhere to the meter is a precious jewel. please share more if you might be so inclined.

reading your poem inspired thoughts and memories of lost love and a song


If I ever write this letter
The pages I could write
But I don't know where to send it
You have vanished
Heaven knows where you live
Heaven only knows

But if I ever write this letter
The truth it would reveal
Knowing you brought me pleasure
How I'll often treasure
Moments that we knew
The precious
The few

Bartleby

Yet again thank you for a brilliant reception of my poem, here's another:

"Ressurection

I sit here in a pool of blood,
Drenched from head to toe in mud.
I sweat and cry and lie here dead,
My only comfort is my own head.
I lie to myself and say I'm fine,
I say it'll go and leave in time.

I sit and choke and bleed and die,
As I sit I have to cry.
My death, it slowly passes by.
The blood congeals.
And slowly feels.

Like a new beginning,
With a new end.

A New chance
To be a New me."

Also written about my girlfriend but from when I was beginning to get over her.