Hand Me A Shovel And I Swear I'll Bury You Alive

this is my new fav

 how many times can i go over it in my head?

how many damn times?

always coming up with a different result?

a new memory

a different shard of glass embedded in my skin

one i overlooked in the beginning

all the things i forgot

all the things i never knew i knew

are now so vivid 

whenever my thoughts turn to you

 

all the things that made me smile

all the things that you said

now the lies that you feed

are now the reasons i bleed

 

god i'm so sick of this

of you

of having to replay moments in my head

like being in an old movie theater

in which i'm chained to the seat

forced to sit here and relive every waking moment

day after day after---

GOD, i wish i could forget!

bury it

bury you

far beneath the depths of my mind

never to be unearthed again

 

it's probably good

healthy

that we never got to talk about it

that there was never a resolution

that i never got any closure

 

but if you ever came up to me

allowing me that closure

the only way so...fitting...

so "morally necessary"

 

if you ever, and i mean EVER

approach me,

 

You better hope to GOD 

i'm not holding a shovel. 

Reviews

[mae-mae<3]

This is witty and quite funny in a way. Sad that a person could hurt you so, but truely original. Nicely written.

[UpComesDown]

my friend biao said that you scare him

[rachel <3]

damn! this is so good. i love it! the emotion really stood out, i could feel the anger.
this was great,
awsome,
lots of passion.
wow...

[Daniel]

Great piece! I love poems that show emotion and this one definately had a lot of that; especially anger.

Loved it. =)

[These Haunted Hallways]

Hehe, way to go!! Twas pretty cool how ya made this poem. It flowed wonderfully, with an important message that was clear and definite. Yea, the heart is something ya dont want to mess with. Excellent piece!

B.A.

[tarasov]

it's sounds crazed and insane. but aren't we all? at one point everyone has felt like this about whatever "you" stands for to them. it's mad and it has passion..it's great.

[a]

This poem gives birth to a question - who is "you"? who, what, how is she/he/it that is represented by the "you". It's a good story, but more of a novelistic story than a poem, in my opinion, but still, it's intriguing.