everlasting tune
over and never over~
insult injury
The only
lesson
I have learned
is that
everything
was meant
to burn .
Leaving in
it’s ashes
the repeating
rueful record
that’s
always stuck
on one track.
Puttering
out those
once persistent
fervent feelings .
Which makes you
yearn for her
in your
arms again.
But love is just
Like a record .
When it’s broken you can never
truly get it back
to what it once was.
I am sick of hearing,
That same song.
Change the record
The feelings have gone.
The refrain is not the same anymore,
Now that you have left me,
Alone, and walking out of the door.
Without saying goodbye,
As someone else had caught your eye.
You declare your feelings for me were strong.
Not strong enough, they did not last for long.
I wonder if your new love will feel the same.
And will what you feel for her wane.
When you pursue a new pretty face,
To embrace.
What song will you both listen to,
While you cuddle up and bill and coo,
To this little turtle dove,
To whom you have pledged eternal love.
Love, I don't think you will find
While you have this state of mind.
This record will go round and round,
Until your feet touch the ground
And try to mend your errant ways,
Because frivolity never pays.
One day I hope to meet an honest man,
We will have a lifelong plan.
Our record will play on and on,
Until our life on earth has gone.
Everything you said,
Was conjuring up the dead.
The countless sleepless nights;
Scenes running through my head,
Haunted by the dead.
My Heart Is A Broken Record
Have you ever tried to play a record that was all scratched up? You place it on the player and the sound coming out is so rough
The needle scratches over the groove embedded deep inside, and the music doesn’t sound the same no matter how hard you try
The music starts to play and then it starts to skip a beat, and then comes another and another, it plays on repeat
Saying the same words over and over again, until you finally must turn it off because you can’t stand the sounds in your head
My heart is like this record it’s all scratched up inside, and when someone tries to love it all that can be heard are the lies
All the scratches, all the pain that is been placed upon this heart, all the memories embedded inside that has torn it apart
There is no music left to hear anymore, my heart stopped playing music the day you walked out the door
My heart just keeps skipping beats and playing the same sound on repeat, the sound of me screaming out your name begging you not to leave.
This poem is from my book titled Sew Up My Heart available for purchase on Amazon and on Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
Like a broken record
That keeps on skipping
You keep on repeating
What I've already heard
So why must you repeat?
Why must you bring up
A mistake that I try
Not to make again?
I'm just doing my best
To do my work to the fullest
Take a little breather
When an extra minute is added.
So why must you keep skipping?
Making the song fuzzy
That it tingles my earbuds
Causing tears to drop from my eyes?
I'm only human
I do my best
At what I can do
With pride in my soul
To do my job to the fullest?
I'm irreplacable
I'm competent
I'm loyal
I'm invaluable
I do my best
To avoid my mistakes
Writing down to keep in mind
So it doesn't happen again?
But why bring up the past?
If it'll just break my pride
To cause tears to flow like a waterfall?
Don't you know how much it hurts my soul?
Can't you see the hidden sorrow
That I wear behind a mask?
Shed with a happy smile
To hide the frown behind
As I masquerade the happy worker.
All I ask is find
The glue of understanding
To fix your broken melody
And let the song play forth
So we can listen to the harmony
Of a melody toward the tomorrow.
Here we go again
Im confused again
I thought i had put everything behind me
Cleared my path and and here you are again
Why do we keep going back and forth
Like a broken record
That history recorded,
Is it because its what we are
A broken record
That history recorded
I wish i had amnesia
Then i could forget you,
but the heart is not forgetful i guess
And it's because of you i stress
to my heart i confess
that living without you is hell
wish i could disperse ,
because im at a point where
I just want to shut down
My life is a mess
And this is just pointless
Everyday was like the same old song,
her life methodical all along,
feeling like a needle stuck in the groove,
she was too comfortable to get up and move,
Always dreaming of taking a few classes at college,
or get a different job somewhere else,
but the months and years would suddenly fly by,
and she'd put her dreams on hold on the shelf,
Her family would call and ask how everything was,
she'd exclaim the same I'm just a little bored,
oh how she wished she had the nerve to change,
instead of her life feeling and sounding like a broken record.
12-6-16
An experience from long ago,
He held onto, inside it made his heart cold,
He never let all the bitterness go inside,
With every new face these feelings he thought he could hide,
Transferred emotions, he couldn't even see the abuse,
The next person would pay, and he would subconciously use,
Until he can come to grips to face it head on,
The cycle will keep replaying that song.
Scars on her wrists
They never to seem to fade
This will be how it is the rest of her days
A broken record,
Still trying to force its self to play
What kind of life is this
A smile on her face
But secrets hidden deep
If they knew their opinions would change
"She's crazy"
"She's a freak"
"Pathetic"
"Stupid"
All of those things they'd say
They'd wrap around her throat like a rope
Tugging and choking her life away
She stays hidden.
A record, broken but silent
Still trying to force its self to play
This will be how it is the rest of her days.
Unless she speaks.
How dare she speak?
Uttering those words.
To whom she speak?
To the people?
To the walls which upon she stares?
No one. No one is there to listen.
No one. No one is there to care.
same with a test today
similar with a challenge tomorrow
identical my reaction then
exactly my response now
change is a bell broken down, restructured, and repainted
when the jingle is heard, the reality of life kicks in like a sudden episode of nausea
the realization then comes that everyday is repeat season
might as well listen to the radio and whisper to myself cliches of insanity
My mind feels like a broken record,
I keep thinking about the same old things.
I feel so stuck in déjà vu,
Running through the same old scenes.
Day in, and day out,
My mind is never empty.
But sometimes I wish it was,
So I could sit and think.
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