The Door Is Closed

The Door Is Closed

A Poem by Mark Alexander Boehm

My soul is not for sale
So stop placing your bids
Put your paddles down
And focus on your own kids.
I've touched the stove
Too many times
Been burned before
For victimless crimes
Spent hours with my eyes closed
Instead of on the pages of text books
God forbid I don't look thrilled in church
To hell with all those dirty looks.

I've walked away
Turned my back on this
Not open for discussion.
Hate the way
It fucked with my brain
Worse than a damn concussion.
You can keep knocking
All that you want to
But I'm keeping this door closed.

You could say I misunderstood
Or that I was misinformed
But my clothes were soaked
And not because it stormed.
I'd sob for days
Over those hateful words
In that great big book
And now that I'm finally happy
You want me to take another look?
I'm sorry to say I tossed my copy
I'd lie but would that not be
A sin that can not be for-giv-en?

I've walked away
Turned my back on this
Not open for discussion.
Hate the way
It fucked with my brain
Worse than a damn concussion.
You can keep knocking
All that you want to
But I'm keeping this door closed.

Stay far away from me
The darkest days have past.
Don't try to eclipse this light
Just because you can't see it.
I'm glad that you can find happiness
And tranquility in that mess
But I only found pain,
Hurt and regret
And I'm not one to forget.
If you need me I'll be in the flames
Playing sodomy's games
And I don't even know these boys names.

I've walked away
Turned my back on this
Not open for discussion.
Hate the way
It fucked with my brain
Worse than a damn concussion.
You can keep knocking
All that you want to
But I'm keeping this door closed.

© 2016 Mark Alexander Boehm


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Ha... not too shabby. Is this meant to be a country music song? Cause it reads like a country music song.

You gotta put something in about your dog dying and your best friend sleeping with your wife or something.

Seriously, you did well. discussion --- concussion was tied together nicely ("it fucked with my brain")... it's not hypnotic but it does distinguish itself.

It's vulgar but not for the sake of being vulgar. That's an undervalued skill... most are too afraid to try or too stupid to get it right.


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark Alexander Boehm

8 Years Ago

Haha. I imagined it as sort of a rock-ballad but since I'm not a composer it's not really limited to.. read more



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nice...it seems as if someone is just coming out of the everything which seemed wrong..even the rhyming is very good...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ha... not too shabby. Is this meant to be a country music song? Cause it reads like a country music song.

You gotta put something in about your dog dying and your best friend sleeping with your wife or something.

Seriously, you did well. discussion --- concussion was tied together nicely ("it fucked with my brain")... it's not hypnotic but it does distinguish itself.

It's vulgar but not for the sake of being vulgar. That's an undervalued skill... most are too afraid to try or too stupid to get it right.


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark Alexander Boehm

8 Years Ago

Haha. I imagined it as sort of a rock-ballad but since I'm not a composer it's not really limited to.. read more

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Added on April 14, 2016
Last Updated on August 29, 2016
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