Im Callin' You Out

About this girl who i cannot stand, but i do not hate her.

A cry for help gone, and nobody cares

That someone's pride is shattered beyond any repair

Only thinking of yourself, hardly thinking much at all

A race to the finish, now reduced to slow crawl

Words sharp as knives; in too deep of the skin they drive

Pressing hard on your feet, Soon the ground the pedal will meet

Too far is not enough to satisfy the greed

Unlike the air that you breathe, this is beyond innocent need

Moving, drifting past all the arguments at last

No, the dust will never settle with our minds exposed to meddle

My breath is like an echo off the drums within your ears

Refusal to accept the reality of your fears

Knowledge you can understand is still beyond your years

Lies drip and slip off the tip of your tongue

Twisted and tied is how you endulge in lonesome fun

Hanging by a thread but i could never let you win

You wish I'd want you dead but maturity flies miles over your head

Wasted life on a painted fool. Youre merely an unappealing tool.

Understand you were never cool but too late 'tis for a hand

Take a crash course on growing up, you'd never understand

And i bet you anything you'd fail

You'd stick your nose up north and wag your grungy tail

Shifting weight from heart to mind - just ponder this, please

Im the one remaining kind, unlike you i want not forgiveness

I won't live like you, a life on my knees.

Author's Note

I dont care for appostrophes or capitalization, i usually rush to type it out.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

You rushed to type it out, you did fine .
Another fine poem , flows like Jack Daniels
over a parched tongue.
The words are collector`s items
Each stanza hit like a cherry bomb
and my memory witl hang on to this poem
for an eternity.

------- Eagle Cruagh

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the strong and honest words in the poem. Sometime there are questions we have the answers for. We want to hear them.
"You wish I'd want you dead but maturity flies miles over your head
Wasted life on a painted fool. Youre merely an unappealing tool."
A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Larry Dyson]

train of thought....nice..