Strike a Match, Silence a Voice, It Smells Like Gasoline

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Apr 21, 2008


Dear Ex-Lover (character to a character)

Pencil lost its cause
Either way you can not write
Fire lost it's passion
Casting no more light

Pencil belongs with writing
Fire belongs with light
You belong with nothing
But past pictures in the night

Thoughts scattered through your mind
Making tears unstable
Scattered like our pictures
Across our coffee table

Looking at the pictures
Whats the worst thing you can say?
You don't belong in those pictures
Your invisible anyway

You don't belong with anything
You don't belong TO anyone
You will be forgotten
When this poem's done

Tears roll down your face
Glass beads Oh so clear
Rolling down your cheek
All the voices that you hear

So the tears are coming faster
Cause the voices aren't wrong
Douse the pictures in gasoline
The voices won't be staying long

Pictures smell like gas
As you strike a match
Smile curling on your mouth
As you watch the pictures catch

Lighting of a match
Silencing a voice
You still don't belong to anyone
You don't have a choice

I'm sorry it had to end this way
Lit pictures had to be
Dear Lover, silence one more voice
Last voice in your head is me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear character

Voices tell you, "you don't belong"
Invisible, it's a shame
Dear Character I created you
Cause we are both the same

First part of the poem is a letter from the characters ex-lover/voice in they're head. the last little stanza is me to the character. hope I didn't confuse you too much

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  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Nope,not confusing:
    Looking at the pictures
    Whats the worst thing you can say?
    You don't belong in those pictures
    Your invisible anyway
    -sad

  • 16 years ago

    by Scarlet Angel

    Wow...i really like it and it didnt confuse me one bit!!! luv the new name by the way!!! =]

  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    For one thing, i hate the smell of gasoline, so i actuallly didn't want to read this poem. The smell brings back a lot of things that i don't want to think of. so i was already tearin up, just reading the flipping title..

    Looking at the pictures
    Whats the worst thing you can say?
    You don't belong in those pictures
    Your invisible anyway

    You don't belong with anything
    You don't belong TO anyone
    You will be forgotten
    When this poem's done

    ^ it's so unfair..how i can't convince you otherwise..how i'm so helpless and useless that i can't show you that you will never be invisible..

    great poem jesse..made me cry ((please don't PM me asking why))

    5.5