Tell You, Tell Me

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I originally made when I let loose me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.

Reviews

[Emily]

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

[Not here]

:) thanks emily. i really appreciate your insight on my poems

[Katethepoet]

"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.

[Not here]

thank you :) i appreciate your review alot

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

It's a very good poem, I liked reading this. Nicely written.

[Not here]

thanks for your review :)

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Anytime. :)

[Cool Girl]

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

[Not here]

thanks cool girl :) i feel like i talk about my ex so much i just need to get it out and tell the story, more or less. so im going to next poem

[Cool Girl]

Good..
It really does help to write about it..
You can trust me about that..
read moreGood..
It really does help to write about it..
You can trust me about that..

Just try not to live in the past too much
You'll only regret doing so in the future

Breakups are hard, but you'll find someone so much better
I promise :)

[Not here]

i hope so. ill be fine tho

[Cool Girl]

Be more positive!
You must believe!

Trust in yourself
Trust in me
read moreBe more positive!
You must believe!

Trust in yourself
Trust in me

You can't say "I hope so,"
You must say "I know I will!"

And you will be fine
You'll be great after a while!

For now, you have your friends here to help :)

(Sorry for my awkward pep talk) lol

[Not here]

it says read more but wont let me click on it. lol

[Cool Girl]

Lol that's weird....

I don't even remember what I wrote...
Which is really funny lol

[Not here]

oh well then

[Cool Girl]

Eh whatever.... :O

[closed]

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

[Not here]

lol nice nickname :) thanks dream ill think about it