05-22-2013, 02:59 AM
Dear Seth
What the heck exactly happened to you?
You were young.
You were good.
Life was good.
And you probably should
have let your thoughts go
long ago
Maybe so
But you though it would hurt.
You missed the last t in thought
And dear Seth
It's like I never really knew you
Trying to tell me nobody saw through you?
I did.
We did.
And you didn't lift a finger
Except to keep on pulling the trigger
on your life.
They
Were
There!
They would've saved you
But you ignored them
Tried to do it on your own.
Yeah,
How'd that work out for you?
Excuse me if I sound harsh.
Because life is harsh.
And you made it that way.
This
Is
Your
Wakeup call
And yeah it may go away
You might try to drown it
But at this very moment
Don't you realize?
You found it.
I shouldn't have to
Make these things clear
You knew them all along
But you left them lost in the hallway
As you closed the locker door
You can put a towel
On the air vent
In the usual ways
But one day soon you know
You'll suffocate.
How much will it take
Before you can break down again
How long does this call
Have to keep ringing?
And what I want to know is
Do you remember you?
Or when will you?
Because you were me
And I am you
And right now
You're hanging up.
Do you want to write poems? Or was this just a one time thing? It could be fixed up some, dressed up like a poem. Or it can work as a fragment from a journal, if that's all you want. There are a few things about it that you could work into a poem: the main theme, the phone call, the towel on the vent.
What the heck exactly happened to you?
You were young.
You were good.
Life was good.
And you probably should
have let your thoughts go
long ago
Maybe so
But you though it would hurt.
You missed the last t in thought
And dear Seth
It's like I never really knew you
Trying to tell me nobody saw through you?
I did.
We did.
And you didn't lift a finger
Except to keep on pulling the trigger
on your life.
They
Were
There!
They would've saved you
But you ignored them
Tried to do it on your own.
Yeah,
How'd that work out for you?
Excuse me if I sound harsh.
Because life is harsh.
And you made it that way.
This
Is
Your
Wakeup call
And yeah it may go away
You might try to drown it
But at this very moment
Don't you realize?
You found it.
I shouldn't have to
Make these things clear
You knew them all along
But you left them lost in the hallway
As you closed the locker door
You can put a towel
On the air vent
In the usual ways
But one day soon you know
You'll suffocate.
How much will it take
Before you can break down again
How long does this call
Have to keep ringing?
And what I want to know is
Do you remember you?
Or when will you?
Because you were me
And I am you
And right now
You're hanging up.
Do you want to write poems? Or was this just a one time thing? It could be fixed up some, dressed up like a poem. Or it can work as a fragment from a journal, if that's all you want. There are a few things about it that you could work into a poem: the main theme, the phone call, the towel on the vent.