Tell You, Tell Me

Tell You, Tell Me

A Poem by Not here

There's not much to say to yall anymore.
I've already banged on every cold and closed door.
Beating a dead horse is just an expression
but if it was true my horse would be beaten to death 'n'
there isn't much for me to try to cry.
I've already shed too many tears when I rhyme.
I've already loaded and reloaded the canon.
Sitting here now I'm tired of plannin'
the rest of my life
because it brings strife
pain, destruction, and disease
there ain't no way to appease
whatever force is controlling me.
It's already taken me and seized
every thought inside my brain.
Every day seems to bring more pain.
Mom and Dad are fighting;
younger brothers keep crying;
sisters are getting older
but I'm still getting bolder
whenever I take a keyboard and let loose
and try to defuse the bomb inside that's got a noose
tied around my neck and getting even tighter.
But everyone still wants to call me a fighter.
But do they understand and do they feel the pain?
Do they know how to cope when life is washed away?
I had everything, the whole freakin' world.
My flag was flying and everyday the wind whirled
and burled and hurled things all around
but I sat silently on my throne, no worries to be found.
Then in a matter of weeks, no I mean days
that went by so fast I got lost in the haze
and what was once beside, leaning on my shoulder
suddenly turned into a flame thrower
and started spewing flames that burned my heart
broke it into pieces and left me in the dark.
So naturally I lit a lamp and I continued to try;
maybe if I gave her enough, then our love would revive.
Funny thing is, every time that a fire
finally grew large enough to raise me higher
the flame was extinguished and back I fell
onto the friends who held me back so well.
Suddenly, the only piece I had was gone.
My friends deserted me. I guess I was wrong
about them. But no matter.
Everyday I grew a lil' fatter
while feasting on my enormous ego.
Some people called me an egomaniac, right amigo?
There isn't much more for me to tell.
Most of the time my head is too swelled
to really understand what is going on for real.
I guess that all of the enormous appeal
I originally made when I let loose me
has started to slowly disappear so really
while I'm sick of being number two
to a bunch of idiots that continue to do
whatever they want with whoever they please.
Someone people continue to give them the keys
to their assorted hearts and I was stuck behind
wondering if anybody would ever find
the time to check in and maybe even see
what a great guy I could be if they knew me.
But something changed, and something clicked
inside me of when that last chick kicked
me off the block and into the road
where I got ran over which just showed
that particular girl never planned
to give me the heart she sold to every other man.
But you've heard all of that before
many, many times from me while I bang on the door
that I never really expected to let me in.
I guess I'll stand anyway and pretend
that I can go anywhere, anytime that I choose.
Maybe I'll convince myself I could never lose
even though I've lost everything I could ever own.
So on the side of the road is where I'll make my home.
This is the last line in a poem too long
about a guy who sings a sad song
and tells everyone there is nowhere to belong.
Tell me different, but you can't convince me I'm wrong.

© 2015 Not here


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'But everyone still wants to call me a fighter.'
I love this line!
Well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

:) thanks emily. i really appreciate your insight on my poems
"Tell me different, but you can't convince me I'm wrong." Love this last line. This is a very intense poem. I liked it a lot.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

thank you :) i appreciate your review alot
It's a very good poem, I liked reading this. Nicely written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

thanks for your review :)
♔ CrownedDevil ☾

9 Years Ago

Anytime. :)
This reminds me of memories from last summer...

I loved this piece, though it is sad.
I could tell that it came from the heart.

It can be hard, but stay strong.
You are an amazing person, and you'll get through :)

I promise I'll be here to help guide you along the way.

Anyway,
Wonderful write..

You're so very talented

Posted 9 Years Ago


Cool Girl

9 Years Ago

Lol that's weird....

I don't even remember what I wrote...
Which is really fu.. read more
Not here

9 Years Ago

oh well then
Cool Girl

9 Years Ago

Eh whatever.... :O
i loved this one

you should take all of your related poems and put them together in like an anthology
it's something I've done alot

you could give it a name and a theme
then publish it altogether here

that would be awesome

deep write
and as always you really bring your pain to light

stay strong literary cowboy


-Dream

Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

lol nice nickname :) thanks dream ill think about it

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