Something You've Never Read Before.

A Poem by Not here

And yet you have.

A perfect person can cry,

and sometimes that makes it worse.

And there's a hidden meaning under

this seemingly perfect verse.

Words can rhyme and be so sharp,

but that's not my intent.

Read on now so you can see

just how truly dement.....ed.

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Leave me alone.

This is not my home.

Leave me alone.

What have I been shown?

It's a very messy poem

that I always like to show 'em.

Wicked rhymes don't mean a thing,

when you're a truly wicked thing.

Let me breathe a second, geez.

Sometimes you just have got to know

that what you see is not quite so.

It's almost always just a lie,

a friendly way to say goodbye,

a momentary lapse of space,

a tiny break in a big, long race.

We're racing to our deaths, I'd say,

the world is turning all to gray

and falling apart and falling away

from all the things we'd said today.

i wish that we could think the same,

that I was not a f*****g game,

that my mind wasn't such a hole

of blackness that I can't control.

God, I need to breathe.

'Cause even with a perfect life,

a perfect time, a perfect wife,

a perfect smile, some perfect teeth,

I'll bash it all out with relief.

I am not the same as I

had used to be, but still I try

to be a different kind of man.

At least, that was my firstly plan,

my first mistake, my first-time break

and now I'm still a bit insane.

I cry at nights for no real reason,

feel emotions and I'll freeze 'em,

really it's quite cold right now.

Let's take a break, see you around.

Leave me alone.

Leave me. Go.

Away. Leave me.

Alone. Go away.

Leave me go

Leave alone go away

Leave me alone away go away

A momentary mistake,

an endless, open heartbreak.

Let me take a breath.

A simple, solid screw-up,

it was never in my plan.

A cut across my forehead,

a burn across my hand.

Suicidal thoughts that ought

to let me be alone.

But nobody listen to me,

no one lends me their phone.

Hold on.

So I sleep in dark alleys

and dark alleys have housed my soul,

my burning body, my sickened mind,

I think I'm falling in a hole.

Such a terrible thought to think,

I think I'm on the very brink

of mental massacre for me

to see what I have wanted to see.

So many years, so many days,

I think they've just wasted away

'cause what I want to see is not

exactly what it was I thought.

Almost done. Sorry.

So now I'm ended, now I'm gone

and you are the one who knows my song.

God, what a terrible place to live.

I'd rather die, I'd rather cry,

I'd rather you all say goodbye.

Leave me alone.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Go away. Go away. Go away.

What are you doing?

I know you've heard it all before.

Forgive me.

Must there be such a pattern?

I'm getting really sick of all

THE RHYMING WHICH IS POINTLESS
THE ENDINGS WHICH ARE SLOW
THE TEMPO WHICH IS TONED MUCH DOWN

I DON"T KNOW WHERE TO GO

IS STOPPING EVEN POSSIBLE?

SHOULD I ERASE IT ALL?

OR SHOULD I LET IT OUT AND SEE

WHO WILL STILL COME BACK TO ME!

And if you wanted a poem,

try again next time.

This isn't any poem.

It's the march of endless rhymes.

It's the beating of a heart,

it's the last second from death,

the always-haunting final breath.

You'll love it or you'll hate it;

you'll read it or you won't.

But before you leave me be,

Will you just say you don't?

Forgive me.

Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone.

Don't leave me alone. I am alone don't leave me alone why am I here don't

Whatever I've been shown, whatever I am, whoever I am, whenever I cry

Don't leave me alone. No matter what or why or how or am I really saying this now

Don't leave me alone. Don't let me cry, don't let me be, don't let it go, don't let me say

Don't you let me go. It's just a rant, it's just a rant, it's just a rant, it's just a rant,

Whatever I have done, It's just a tear, it's just a tear, it's just a tear

never let me go. Are you still reading? Do you listen? Are you here?

Forgive me.

Don't leave me alone, It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

please don't let me go. It's just a rant, it's just a rant, It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

No matter who I am, It's just a rant, it's just a rant, It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

never let me go. It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

Don't leave me alone. It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

Don't let me die alone. It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

No matter what I've done, It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

don't leave me alone. It's just a rant, it's just a rant,

It's just a rant, it's just a rant, It's just a rant, it's just a rant, It's just a rant, it's... i don't know.

Forgive me.

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A perfect person can cry,

and sometimes that makes it worse.

And there's a hidden meaning under

this seemingly perfect verse.

© 2016 Not here

Author's Note

It's just a rant. It's just a rant. Forgive me. It's just a rant. It's just a rant. It's just a rant. It's just a rant. It's just a rant. Forgive me.

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Suvada

Your poems are absolutely amazing, even if it is a rant. Amazing job! Keep it up

Posted 7 Years Ago

7 Years Ago

Thank you Suvada :) I really apprecite it!

7 Years Ago

No problem !

Riley Justine

Geeeeeeeeez, I loved this. You're poems are always so full of substance which I envy unhealthily probably ;). But really, wonderfully written poem!

Posted 7 Years Ago

7 Years Ago

Thank you Riley :) I really love all the recent reviews! It means a lot!

Crystal Overmeyer-Birmi..

You are seriously one of the only poets i read when i see a long poem, because i know its not long for long sake, but filled to the brim with substance. I love that you don't waste words, but all your phases have a point to make. this is no exception. great job