People sometimes ask me where I get the idea for my poetry. Most of the times I dont know. It could be anything. It could be a vision I see in my mind. It could be my own wandering thoughts or it could come to me from listening to a song or reading someone's FB status.
This one, I thought of from someone's profile.
Someone had wrote how they wrote to characters in shakespeare's plays. I thought... How about writing to a character in a song. well, one song led to another and this is what I got. I hope you enjoy my just finished poem.
Dead roses
01-29-2012
Jonathan
In this dark and lonely cave, I hang my head in sorrow
My head in my quivering hands, as tears follow
You tell me not to cry
I’m dying inside
You speak of a heaven above me
Of which I cannot see
This pain is so great
I know it’s too late
Things were working out, or so I thought
I showed you a bright new world, I loved you a lot
I was the sun in your blue sky
But now only tears fill my blue eyes
You ask for a kiss goodbye
But that won’t change the lie
You live in the limelight and that won’t change
Sex and drugs isn’t strange
And I have to face the music, of the cold November rain
This thing we had, now feels so estrange
I thought all we needed was a little patience
Boy, was I dense
You went down to the Paradise City
How was I to know it was a strip club, I’m sure the girls were more than just pretty
I thought I was knocking on heaven’s door
But what I found was so much more
You’re driving the night train
You’re loaded like a freight train
You were dancing with MR. Brownstone
Please, just leave me alone
You’re fucking crazy
Bloodshot eyes and your mind is hazy
You could have been mine
But you crossed the line
Don’t give me this bullshit, being some small town white boy
I don’t deserve it, being treated like your plastic toy
You said I was one in a million
I should have just moved on
You’re going to move on, with your brainwashed pride
While my heart dies
I tried to see it your way
But it won’t work today
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