The (ragtime) Blues

The peaceful acceptance of losing something you loved more dearly than you could ever love yourself... This is actually a song i wrote but it's nice as a poem.

The smoke of this cigarette,
is not alive, but it isn't dead.
I cannot tell you
just how much
I envy it.

It floats up swiftly to the sky,
It never has to question why,
It's never had to hang it's head
In shame.

The bouncing beat of the Ragtime Blues
seems so old,but in time it's quite new!
In a nutshell that explains how I feel
about you.

It rolls along, carelessly
on a bubblegum popping sort of melody,
yet bears an unmistakable air of melancholy.
A tune that I could listen to,
While I try to fall asleep.

And everytime I speak to you,
I feel so alive, yet somehow oh, so blue!
Can't put my finger on what it is about you...

When you whisper to me
Softly at night,
By the flourescent glow
Of the alarm clock light,
My heart skips two beats
And I want to run
Away from you.

Whistling the tune
of the Ragtime Blues.

Nowadays, it seems I'm full of cares,
full of wants and worries that seem to go nowhere.
But I know that I can't make you play
the way that I think is fair.

So drift away, silently.
Just promise that you'll remember me.
I'm so glad we told the truth.
But now I'm alone,
playing the Ragtime Blues.

Smoking cigarettes and thinking about you.
Thank you for leaving before I had to.

Reviews

[annabellee]

Wow this is absolutley wonderful. Great imagery here and powerful emotions. You're very talented, keep up the good work.

"So drift away, silently.
Just promise that you'll remember me.
I'm so glad we told the truth.
But now I'm alone,
playing the Ragtime Blues. "
Those and the last two lines, were my favourites, so deep and powerful.

I really enjoyed reading it.

[ikibala222]

thank you so much that means a lot!!!!!

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)

[Scribbitz]

Oftentimes too many words make me numb, make me fade. You however, it seems the more words you weave the deeper you go, the deeper i go