This is a story told through a poem...(long)

[From_Now_On]

((I was trying to write out some things that I was going through and this is what came out...it's a story...but it's a poem...if that makes any sense...It's quite long if you look at it as a poem...and it's quite...rhymey?...to be looked at as just a story. So I don't really know what you'd consider it...but anyway...here it is...))

 

You Taught Me How To Cry Again

 

A long time ago

When my world was falling apart again

I searched around

Trying to find a friend

 

But nobody was there

To tell me that they cared

 

So I made it for the door

I couldn't take it anymore

I walked away

To get away

And cry alone

 

But the tears wouldn't fall for me

As I hid deep in the dark

And the trees shook with mocking laughter

As I leaned against their bark

 

Time went by

So many more troubles did rise

But when I searched for an out

Tears abstained from my eyes

 

For they took humor in the knowledge

That this pain was locked inside

They took pleasure in the comfort

That salted sympathy would not provide

 

I cried softly in my heart

That I could not weep away these fears

I was breaking entirely apart

When I could not expel the years

 

In a gentle flow of tears

 

No hand reached out to me

To soften up my heart

To come and set me free

To teach me how to once more feel

I thought that I was dead

This pain could not be real

 

Then you came around

To tear down my defenses

Still I suspected you had come

To lend me more pretenses

 

But you kept on keeping on

And I started to wonder

I dreamed

Maybe just maybe

There was more to life

Than it seemed

 

You cried on my shoulder

And my heart it broke in two

The only thing that mattered in the world

In that moment…

It was you

 

I held onto you tightly

As you begged me to always stay

And I guess it got me thinking

Maybe we'd never fall away

 

You wiped away your tears

And asked me why I never cried

I told you I didn't know

I just couldn't

When I tried

 

I guessed it was I'd used them all

So long a time ago

But I really didn't know

I guessed that with so many lies

I heart forgets

Or perhaps just dies

 

You told me I could cry on you

That you'd hold me and you care

I could read it in your eyes

And I nearly cried right there

 

So little a time after

You told me we should apart

Such a little time after…

And once more

Broke was my heart

 

I held inside the sorrow

The hurt and all the pain

But when I turned and walked away

The drought gave way to rain

 

I turned my face from everyone

I prefer to be on my own

Because when you break in front of everyone

You just feel more alone

 

Very few caught the tears

That burned in my eyes

But they offered me their sympathy

More decorated lies

 

I nodded politely with thank yous

And said that I was okay

Then I quickly left the crowds

I needed to get away

 

I hid myself in the bathroom

And muffled my painful screams

Because it was then that I remembered

Why I had given up on dreams

 

But it felt good to get it out

To cry alone and just break

To wrap my arms around myself

And feel my body quake

 

Finally I remembered

As I huddled in the stall

Suddenly I could feel again

The stubborn tears did fall

 

You taught me how to cry again

You opened up my heart

You taught me how to bleed again

How to lose control

And fall apart

 

You taught me how to cry again

With sugarcoated lies

You taught me how to cry again

With your friendly and safe disguise

You taught me how to cry again

Saying maybe there'd be second tries

But with so much practice I've longly been

So skilled in my good-byes

 

 

(p.s. if anyone knows what I would call a piece like this...that would be appreciated...because I do tend to like to write more story-ish poem things...not to get to technical...~coughs~....other than that, comment if you would like...thanks.)

[peacekeeper]

This is a truly amazing poem. I tend to be somewhat critical of poetry, I tend to write some myself, but I can see you are truly talented. I like to write poetry to express some of my feelings or vent sometimes and you clearly were able to capture your feelings quite well, so I hope then it calmed you Keep up the good work!

 

BTW, a poem that tells a story is just called a narrative poem or narrative poetry.

[From_Now_On]

peacekeeper:

 

Thank you for your comment. Writing does help to calm me or at least organize my feelings a little more. About the 'narrative' poem, thank you. I was just looking for a way to save me from the "it's too long" criticisms; My poem lengths do tend to get fairly long so unfortunetly that in itself turns off readers. Perhaps if I mention they are narrative poems from the get-go, a reader who does not enjoy such pieces can choose not to read the piece. I just need to find a way to get past that so that maybe people can see the actual poem rather than get hung up on its length. I see that you looked past that and found yourself able to enjoy it, which I'm thankful for. Like many, it makes me feel a lot better about my pieces when I know others can enjoy them or relate to them as well.

 

Thanks again for your comment.