the sound of memories pour from the speakers
haunting as they creep into my ear
taking me back to a specific time
in a place where i dont want to be

sonic razors slice as they move through my head
the rhythm and tones slicing me apart
as the lyrics scratch and claw
i remember why i hate this song...

but i love this song...

everything about this moment
is everything i wish i could forget
everything about these words
is nothing i care to write about... again

the world has moved on
life has gone on
tragic event have unfolded
and beautiful memories should overshadow...

but they dont...
at least not right now

my head swims with the flow of the music
my eyes shift to a shade of sad
i reach to push the button
but the damage is already done

one of my favorite songs that i love
to hate...
carefully i have avoided listening
until now...

but the words have penetrated
the thoughts have saturated
and my emotions are overloaded

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JadedJezzabel commented on but...


OHHHHHHHH MYYYYYY.......you have touched upon an emotion that is so real and familiar to me that it scares me. As a fan of music and as a person who can be taken right back to a moment by a simple lyric or melody.......this is one of the best things i have ever had the priviledge to read.



music is my best friend... always there when i need it but sometimes a certain song comes around and knocks me on my ass and transports me to a place that i do not want to be... thanks for taking the time to read and comment and i am sorry that you can relate to this one...

susanismith commented on but...


I have had those moments...except its more like a memory I try to erase! As much as I love the song, the beat, and the words...everytime I hear it, just replays the thoughts that was once vanished. An incredible descriptive piece that we can all feel.



there are certain songs i hear that take me to a very specific place in time... some of those places i enjoy revisiting... while others are filled with painful memories that i cant seems to escpae from....

Springsize commented on but...


The loud speakers in the beginning are very telling, of the over-powering effect of this experience.... revealing next that the music is both excruciatingly painful, and chalkboard scratching on the brain memories, but there must have been something very poignant somewhere relating to the song, because you continue with "but I love this song".... ... understanding further an experience, awful... as if the song returns the memories that are better left never touched again, buried....but the song evokes it all again...You remind Reader that life has gone on, since the experience, and even identify how life has given more experiences of pleasant, for "beautiful memories". .. but the new memories don't completely cover the old...... drawing Reader back into the full circle mechanics of the poem, with the song again... how it's "shifting" your eyes to "shades of sad" (incredible metaphor) ... with a twang of reality, you throw in how you even tried to hit the button [to change the song]... but "the damage was already done"... this is so true about songs and memories...and the split second of opportunity to stop the door of certain memories from opening is lost ... Very Strong and Detailed Picture..



thank you for taking the time to read and leave such an insightful comment...

Madelynn commented on but...


Genius, anyone??- WoW!- You nailed this thought design...damn you can write! Well, all I can really say to this freakishly-perfect creation, is that I completely relate. I know our mind's book is powerful, and for years, I been tellin' anyone that'll listen-A mind, has a mind of it's own! -and memories can be our graetest pleasures or worst enemies! You blow my mind, great write!-Maddi



freakishly-perfect?? i dont know about that... but thank you all the same for great comment...

MarionYost commented on but...


Sounds about right. This poem now pertains to ALL of my favorite songs. Each one has AT LEAST 5 bittersweet memories that damn near kill me every time, Perfect write. Nice job Once again Dano. All the best -Marion-



thank you marion for taking the time to read and comment

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

Dano’s Poems (150)

Title Comments
Title Comments
from an angels view 19
searching the darkness 10
a letter from santa 14
thanksgiving (acrostic) 12
the depth of... 11
ive wished 7
absentee 12
this is... 13
a journey into the dark 7
the cold of november 14
your voice 12
the yin to the yang 14
twisted 9
autumn 14
i think it happened again 11
luna~tic 19
the darkness 13
a blinding eclipse 16
the universe... 18
the wind of sorrow 14
my sorrow weeps 16
where but the dark... 12
immortal kiss 47
in a darkened room 17
our mother 7
within these flames 12
nocturnal (acrostic) classic rock 7
behind wrought iron bars 25
what i write (part 2) 8
today 17
the world in grey 6
the reality of... 5
in the shadow of a mountain 6
nothing will ever be the same 10
of cemetary dreams (and nightmare scapes) 12
next to a bed... 18
but... 15
at a funeral 12
seventeen (acrostic) 11
the fortunate one(s) 7
what did i do... 24
ashes to dust 45
dancing in the moonlight 14
disempowering the pain 14
the butterfly 10
what i write 14
sorry (i killed the after glow) 11
the humidity rises (an erotic tale) 9
pieces of light 8
the sad pumpkin &... 9
my face 12
for a long time... 14
(an explination of) distractions 6
tell me... 6
the charelston cookie tin 9
silent self destruction 8
exposed 13
the means of the day (a true valentines poem) 2
a poem about nothing... 8
blood bleeds black 7
dissecting myself 3
i will be just fine 3
the stacking of bricks 3
the complexities of depression... 4
spirits & ghosts 3
**random chaos** 2
bloodlust 3
...somethings missing... 2
15 years... 3
beauty sleeps entombed (parts 1 & 2) 3
**untitled** 2
the overstuffed closet 3
the candy dish 2
anxiety speaks 2
**untitled** 2
myself and the light 6
the fog 2
fire and tears 3
cerebral meltdown 3
sometimes i wish... 1
drawing strength from a starr... 2
**untitled** 1
the flower garden 3
nature... 1
reaching out 2
the dark and the light... 1
the insistent demon 2
sorry... 3
forgive me lover... (parts 1 & 2) 2
im so sorry... 3
**no title... just random thoughts** 1
to eternity... 2
winter wind whips... 1
tired 2
lucid dream 1
the rains came... 2
the mourning light 1
another jagged pill 1
i just cant... 1
burning within 4
inside of me 1
projected pain 1
the night... the dakness & the truth? 1
panic 2
the mourning fog 1
when the fires burn 1
through the night 1
shadow casts 0
a mournful rain 1
i cant protect me 2
my comfort place 0
an echo shifts 1
the monster 2
welcome to my life 0
the past is alive... 1
... 1
standing on the edge 2
my smile... 1
anxiety 2
my reality 0
another view... 0
untitled... 0
jagged pill 2
in the dark 1
what to do 1
how can i... 1
life... 3
a crust of pain 1
keeping me weak... 2
my dark world 3
another night of wondering 2
in the attic 4
i hold most dear 2
the me inside of me 2
another day 1
dreamed in a dream 2
a year in the life (dealing with death) 1
i look... 1
where my secrets are kept 1
a mouthful of words 2
i will not fear (when my eyes are blind) 2
i am aware (i'm already dead) 7
standing in the silence of my own shadow... 3
a blinding dark 1
growing pain 3
the longest of nights 5
... 7