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kier Sep 2020
"sorry, always sorry. what are you sorry for?"

"anything,
everything...
within my grasp
even outside of it
if I didn't say sorry
I would fall apart
like a flower
when pulled all the wrong ways"
Claudius Sep 2020
I used you
I used you so long that I broke you
I tried to forget about the pain in my chest
I tried to numb myself by chasing your love that was never meant for me
I know you might not forgive me
But-
I'm sorry.
I truly never thought about it this way until I healed myself.
Yohan Aug 2020
I'm sorry for not having your back
for not giving you the time and effort
for not being the one you'll be happy with

I'm sorry for being too conscious
for keeping myself away from all trouble
for being the 'spectator' in this chapter

I'm sorry for not being much of a help
for being lazy all the time
for procratinating even on rough works

I'm sorry I haven't got the energy
for all the things life may throw at me
for every flag I forget to tie up

I'm sorry I've been too much of a bother
for letting myself run around temptations
for having the giddy personality

I'm sorry I haven't been smiling much
for I'm totally lost in this space
for the wave takes me to an ethereal place

I'm sorry I only wanted appreciation
for I'm a thick-headed fool
for this time I'll be wanted

I'm sorry...please keep me hanging...
from the ledge of eternity...
UA Slam Aug 2020
I have avoided worse things from the dodgiest of sources
Candy-Cane *******, black-eyed beer bottles,
a blunt to the face, and every boy on second street,
You see, you cannot split me down the middle
I have been glued back at my creases
Not mended by abstaining from Gin & Rummy
But considering the freedom these indulgences might bring to me
What if **** and other natural sedatives were saints
The candy-cane ******* was a holiday ordeal
What if the black-eyed beer bottles lacked purposes
And my sips could simultaneously save them and make me forget everything.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Integrity is a virtue that is a choice to learn and uphold,
Not something that we are born with


I shouldve posted this back in July but here we are...
This is something that has been weighing on my heart really...
I've honestly made strides to be a better person with better integrity in life.
I have made alot of mistakes in my life...
And there are times where I dont even feel worthy or deserving to be wordsmith. As much as I practice my craft, I always feel like I truly dont deserve the blessings I have when I think of past mistakes.
As I get older, it's really dawned on me the magnitude of my bad choices.
And I do want to work towards being a better individual.
I really fear the day where one of my bad choices will cost me all I love dearly, because now I truly understand and appreciative the writing craft as well as art in general. I've vowed to start again, I'm reading and relearning from the greats and more artists what it means to be an artist.
This one is for you, Cessna.
I made such an injustice towards you and no words can express my deepest sorrows. But know that I own up to my mistakes, my bad choice and i have learned from the very beginning again. I'm becoming more relentless in studying the written word.
I truly want to begin again...
I may not deserve such forgiveness but I wanted to make it know at least.
I'm truly sorry.
I'll keep working on myself and keep moving forward.
Isabella Jul 2020
A misunderstanding?
A terrible landing?
A spill of spoiled words?
A confession misheard?

A synchronized heartache?
A regretful mistake?
A dramatic reveal?
A wish that we would heal?

A true apology?
A flutter inside me?
A small hope flourishing?
A warm breath of relief?

A happy melody?
A faint smile on my cheeks?
A distilled guilt in me?
A whisper... "I'm still sorry."
Isabella Jul 2020
I'm sorry

I made a mistake
I stepped on a rake
I tripped in a lake
I danced with a snake

Did I say it already?
I'm sorry.
wrote this in 30 seconds :P
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Hushed apology
silent tongues cry loudly
lies are painful sounds
mothwasher Jul 2020
I am a French horn, a bottle neckless hourglass and butterscotch tape

You're a red harp with veins painted on the side

When I come home, you see me as an acrylic heap with chips of lead and belly aching homing words

Scotch sticks and smoke smells and the stitches are uncomfortable on my neck where you often warm your hands

I am a masquerade of shellfish clamoring on about the epitome of burlesque humor

You’re alien to anything other than sourdough and design

I have structured my thesis around burlesque and you fail to see the humor

When I fear the apologists

You fear the escapists

I am the tigers of the world, borrowing viciousness

You’re a long pause, loved and disquieted, painting my stripes as veins

I’m freaked out now because the apologists are escaping and the escapists are apologizing

At this clear impasse, you pity and press on until my fingers at the French horn drain to my sides

I am an island in a puddle of sand
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