"Nothing To Me" is my new poem I wrote. Check it out if you want

pearlzepfan
pearlzepfan Posts: 456
edited December 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
They're telling you lies and they're telling you still
That you can't do anything right so they teach you to kill
With money in their pockets and gold in their teeth
One more minute closer to death with every breath you breathe

I will never walk down this dirt road again
I've walked for years but I can't see no end
As I made my way I've seen many a-friend
There's so many of them so it's easy to forget

I'll always remember back to the days
When we were young and hadn't a thing to say
You call these the good ol' days but they're not in my eyes
You throw away you're baby everytime it cries

You've begged on the streets for all that you've got
You've gone through life scared so you never have faught
You've forgotten all they told you, everything they've taught
At the end of the day you see yourself as something you're not

Now you are old and you just sit at home
Worthlessly dying and forever unknown
You're children are unwanting and you're father is deceased
You're the biggest disappointment that he's every seen

When you're on you deathbed you're words won't be heard
You can cry all you want to but you've never learned
You can go through life with nothing being seen
But that's all you'll ever be, nothing to me
"I'm a thief, and I dig it"
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  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Wow, pearlzepfan, that was harsh! Such an outpouring and I feel it because I can honestly say, some of it (like from the 3rd stanza on) reminds me of how I feel about my mother when I'm in "one of those moods".

    I was especially fond of this one:

    "I'll always remember back to the days
    When we were young and hadn't a thing to say
    You call these the good ol' days but they're not in my eyes
    You throw away you're baby everytime it cries"

    It reminds me of Neil Young's "Rockin' In The Free World"...

    "I see a woman in the night
    With a baby in her hand
    Under an old street light
    Near a garbage can
    Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit
    She hates her life, and what she's done to it
    There's one more kid that will never go to school
    Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool." -- these lyrics hit me and have always stuck with me. Sometimes when I hear those last two lines, it even makes me cry!

    I think you did a good job! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • justdanno
    justdanno Posts: 24
    wow this is really good. Lot of anger, but writing about your anger the best way to deal with it right. Very good keep writing
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    It feels like it took quite some time to write. The last line is harsh, in sentiment. I rarely read a line so harsh that's not covered in theatrics. It feels like it could be a song.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • pearlzepfan
    pearlzepfan Posts: 456
    I wrote yesterday after thinking about John Lennon and listening to "Working Class Hero" and i did put it to chords on my guitar and it's got kinda the same melody as Bob Dylan's "Man In The Long Black Coat"

    So I guess you can say it is about how I feel about John Lennon but I really do like John Lennon most of the time. So I don't know.
    "I'm a thief, and I dig it"
  • twin1
    twin1 Posts: 902
    Good read! Very powerful :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
  • citizen_drew
    citizen_drew Posts: 170
    There sure seems to be a lot of good poets around here. Love the dark ones, but the title seems a little inappropriate. I mean the subject seems to be more than nothing. You just wrote a great poem about them...I don't know, just typing out loud...

    Good Job

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