Pardon Me, My Pages Burn

[Mitul Yadav]

Pardon Me, My Pages Burn

Little by little, you fell for her,
Little by little, you fell for me,
You devoured whole chapters about her,
To know her in her entirety.

So you flew through chapters too quickly,
Too quickly, you had reached too far,
Sometimes I wished you read slower,
For her song was quickly tinting sour.

Still you saw her live through me,
You breathed down my spine,
You turned the page to her,
To the protagonist of my maker's design.

But you lot don't get it, do you? You reached chapter 13.

After that, all the times when you thought you had misplaced me,
All the times when I was hard to find,
I was hiding, tearing out in dusty corners,
I was being far too kind.

But you lot really don't get it, do you? I am a morbid write.

My climax is the end of a sweet illusion,
It is nothing short of a murder drawn out long,
From the start of her, to the end of me,
It's a gruesome end to her sweet song.

It's also my deepest secret.

So today, as you finally rested me back,
On the familiar mantelpiece, far too close to the edge,
Below, the flames fought a lost battle, and today again...
you left the familiar bookmark in me neatly wedged.

But on the rancid chapter 13.

And it burns,
And I wish you read no further,
You were straying too close,
Too close to the edge of the long drawn murder.

And I have wished...

I have wished we were sempiternal, and I have wished we were free,
But today, I only wish for you not to see how vile my maker had made me to be.

So, today at the edge of the mantelpiece,
Standing at the edge of the murder drawn out long,
I choose for you to never know of the end to the sweet song.

Because I love you so.

So I sigh and I 'slip' into the hearth,
To my self-destruction, to my cremation ground;
I make a scene, I fly some ash,
My entrails warp and blacken with a crackling sound.

Because I love you so.

And pardon me, I shriek, I disgrace myself in my pyre,
And this was the maddest of my mad heart's desires,
And pardon me, as I burst into flames,
Pardon me, I'll never be the same.

[indarican]

Pardon Me, My Pages Burn

Little by little, you fell for her,
Little by little, you fell for me,
You devoured whole chapters about her,
To know her in her entirety.

So you flew through chapters too quickly,
Too quickly, you had reached too far,
Sometimes I wished you read slower,
For her song was quickly tinting sour.

Still you saw her live through me,
You breathed down my spine,
You turned the page to her,
To the protagonist of my maker's design.

But you lot don't get it, do you? You reached chapter 13. (But you lot... the choice of words here seemed to be a little off)

After that, all the times when you thought you had misplaced me,
All the times when I was hard to find,
I was hiding, tearing out in dusty corners,
I was being far too kind.

But you lot really don't get it, do you? I am a morbid write.

My climax is the end of a sweet illusion,
It is nothing short of a murder drawn out long,
From the start of her, to the end of me,
It's a gruesome end to her sweet song.

It's also my deepest secret.

So today, as you finally rested me back,
On the familiar mantelpiece, far too close to the edge,
Below, the flames fought a lost battle, and today again...
you left the familiar bookmark in me neatly wedged.

But on the rancid chapter 13.

And it burns,
And I wish you read no further,
You were straying too close,
Too close to the edge of the long drawn murder.

You know what? I have feelings. But f*ck me, I'm a book, right? (I feel like this verse was just thrown in here)
I had material wishes!

And I have wished we were sempiternal, and I have wished we were free,
But today, I only wish for you not to see how vile my maker had made me to be.

So, today at the edge of the mantelpiece,
Standing at the edge of the murder drawn out long,
I choose for you to never know of the end to the sweet song.

Because I love you so.

So I sigh and I 'slip' into the hearth,
To my self-destruction, to my cremation ground;
I make a scene, I fly some ash,
My entrails warp and blacken with a crackling sound.

Because I love you so.

And pardon me, I shriek, I disgrace myself in my pyre,
And this was the maddest of my mad heart's desires,
And pardon me, as I burst into flames,
Pardon me, I'll never be the same.

First let me say that I LOVE THIS!
I had a few problems with flow. A few times it felt like verses were just thrown in.
I loved how the book was personified. this was a great read!

[Mitul Yadav]

Thank you, indarican, for taking out time and helping me out here....i too felt that the poem could use some verses less, but till now, i have not found a way to de-clutter and still keep the message unambiguous. That said, i will try and make some verses less clunky and that too without losing the clarity. Thanks

[mongolfiere]

I have a lot of really great things I could say about this piece. I had to read the lines "You breathed down my spine, / You turned the page to her," over and over because they're just really good. The only problem I had while reading it was the drastic change from beautifully described "rancid chapter 13" to "You know what? I have feelings. But f*ck me, I'm a book, right? I had material wishes!" I think I was so caught up in your diction that this one section tore me from it and after that it was kind of heard to get back into the flow of your words.

Other than that, I really enjoyed this poem! Keep up the good work!

- mongolfiere

[Mitul Yadav]

"You know what? I have feelings. But f*ck me, I'm a book, right?
I had material wishes!"
i too think it looks too much like an afterthought....it'll be better if i just remove it and let other parts be. thankyou everyone!

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Pardon Me, My Pages Burn

Little by little, you fell for her,
Little by little, you fell for me,
You devoured whole chapters about her,
To know her in her entirety.

So you flew through chapters too quickly,
Too quickly, you had reached too far,
Sometimes I wished you read slower,
For her song was quickly tinting sour.

Still you saw her live through me,
You breathed down my spine,
You turned the page to her,
To the protagonist of my maker's design.

But you lot don't get it, do you? You reached chapter 13.

After that, all the times when you thought you had misplaced me,
All the times when I was hard to find,
I was hiding, tearing out in dusty corners,
I was being far too kind.

But you lot really don't get it, do you? I am a morbid write.

My climax is the end of a sweet illusion,
It is nothing short of a murder drawn out long,
From the start of her, to the end of me,
It's a gruesome end to her sweet song.

It's also my deepest secret.

So today, as you finally rested me back,
On the familiar mantelpiece, far too close to the edge,
Below, the flames fought a lost battle, and today again...
you left the familiar bookmark in me neatly wedged.

But on the rancid chapter 13.

And it burns,
And I wish you read no further,
You were straying too close,
Too close to the edge of the long drawn murder.

You know what? I have feelings. But f*ck me, I'm a book, right?
I had material wishes!

And I have wished we were sempiternal, and I have wished we were free,
But today, I only wish for you not to see how vile my maker had made me to be.

So, today at the edge of the mantelpiece,
Standing at the edge of the murder drawn out long,
I choose for you to never know of the end to the sweet song.

Because I love you so.

So I sigh and I 'slip' into the hearth,
To my self-destruction, to my cremation ground;
I make a scene, I fly some ash,
My entrails warp and blacken with a crackling sound.

Because I love you so.

And pardon me, I shriek, I disgrace myself in my pyre,
And this was the maddest of my mad heart's desires,
And pardon me, as I burst into flames,
Pardon me, I'll never be the same.

"Still you saw her live through me,
You breathed down my spine,
You turned the page to her,
To the protagonist of my maker's design."

I loved this. The double entendre with "spine" made me crack a bit of a smile, I enjoyed the woman being a book metaphor and the little references to book terms like "spine" and "protagonist" just top it off.

I enjoyed the rest as well, bravo! Keep on writing!

Thanks