Death Of Love -(Throwback Poem)

This was a poem I wrote years ago. I am posting this one because I received the most responses from my peers when I last posted "Death Of Love" online. Enjoy.


I took away your happiness; your sunshine has faded into a dull light.

I took away your sight, for love-you put up a strong fight.

My delight was in pleasing you, and fulfilling your every need.

But I was weak by love and you were full of it – I took it from you piece by piece,

Your heart is wrinkled now, it was neat. I was full of emotional greed.

And now it's hard for you to love, hard to trust – heart of rust – stained by scars.

And the little drops of love you still have is locked, tightly behind wall of fear –

Deep in the corner of your soul, behind huge metal security bars.

But without you I'm nothing I apologize, I watched the tears build up in your eyes.

Lady, you cried.

I said I was sorry.

I cried too.

And like a baby needs milk-I need you.


I want to give back to you what I stolen.

I give up my careless ways and like a poker game I'm folding.

I wish it was you that I was holding, instead of this damn pillow.

I've treated you like a widow.
Where you had love … now there's hate.


I want you.

I need you.

I told you.


You said, "It's too late."

I'm sorry I stole your heart.

Written By Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr. 2006

Spread Thin

Like peanut butter at the bottom of the jar,
scooped out with a spoon - spread over a thick
piece of Iron Kids bread.

That's how I'm spread. Thin.

I know God has a purpose for my life.
He's allowed me to be used, emotionally abused;
I've allowed myself to be other people tools.
A self made Fool.
Surrounding myself with people that love me -- I think.
But, I feel like a mule.

Am I being spread too thin?
Is this a test to see if being used allows me to win?
During the day I'm a Hero to all,
My cellphone rings and I don't even want to see who called.
Because when it rings - there are so many things that are needed from me,
other people problems, fears, relationships, kids, wives - lives are spoken
to me. By God's will and my ears -- my eyes are open to see. Although I don't like it at times; these life lessons - my poems illustrate confessions - deep in my mind.
Maybe these things are focusing me.

Lord notice me. My son's hoping for me.
I feel alone...even though I have thousands of friends; family that's there
But don't care. Lord help me build so I can feel,
completely structured like bricks house, thousands of folks live in.

Unlike a suicide note I know this poem is where it begins...
I AM SPREAD THIN -- But my Faith is thick, Ice is thin -- yet Ice is slick!

So enough with that bulls&*t,
I'VE BEEN PICKED!

2004

Love?

Inquiry: What does love mean to you?

Your answer: Love means to me like the water means to the sea. Love means to me like the honey to the bee. Like the Sun to the earth. Like the flower to the dirt. Love means pain and Love means gains. Love means waiting, even if it rains. Like the Heart to life. Like the love of a blessed wife. Love means more than I love you's Love means more of I will do. Like the Me to You Like the You to Me. Love is deep like the waters in the the sea. ...

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