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Khoi Jun 12
I'll give as much as I have taken.
It's my unqualified purpose
to set free
he may say
that all
is forgiven
but that
does not mean
he should
be held
to it

these days
it means
about as much
as when
   he says
"i'm fine"
Arozo Jun 5
I always knew it would end like this
Blurry eyes begging for forgiveness
Unanswered calls, hollow bones
Silenced beneath packed earth

Ask for another chance and I’ll watch you weep
Silly girl, this was always your fate
preston Jun 5

It shouldn't even be  physiologically possible
that the human face could   peel
             so far back  in contempt

What did a little  boy do
that was so wrong?

From the day I was born
How long have I been bad..
How long?

When you  felt good
I  was  good

But  all  the other times
The words--
"You little *******",


With the swing  in me
that helped me to survive.
(And you  smiled  that twisted
******-up   smile
while my Daddy hurt me bad)

Real bad.

And  suddenly,   my soul
    was no more.

..And getting  it back
has been such a long,  
                hard climb





~At 91,
my Momma called me last week
to tell me Happy Birthday..

My 91 year old Momma
called her 64 year son
to wish him well
And tell him Happy Birthday.

"You are the most special call
I could get today, Momma.

It has been a long, slow journey.
Please hear me now when I tell you
just how very, very  special
you are to me."

My Momma wept  deeply

And  suddenly,

there was a healing in the land
where death once  reigned supreme.

You gave me this
Made me give

You have soul machine
Broken free

All your mental armour drags me down
We can't breathe when you come around
All your mental armour drags me down
Nothing hurts like your mouth, mouth, mouth

Your mouth, mouth, mouth
Your mouth, mouth, mouth

Momma found  life  before her own death
through the forgiveness   of her
once  young son

Her death
has no  hold on me.

Sweet love,

Your mouth
has no hold on me.

Destiny C Jun 4
I wish apologies were rewinds
that could go back to that place in time.
& make everything alright.

To go back to that kiss,
In your arms,
And feel blanketed in your warmth...

But instead I think back to that point in time,
Where unfortunately there is no rewind.
Forgiveness is in my heart,
But it also remembers to tread lightly.
It makes me think.

Think about you.
Think about me.
Think about the way things used to be.

I wish apologies could take it all back,
but in reality there are no rewinds.
Things continuously move forward.
Even with trepedity.
OYBlackCat May 25
You try to reassemble the fragments of the trust you once had.
You collect the pieces without contaminating them with your anger, bitterness, callousness and discombobulation.

You console yourself with memories that aren't tainted with the hurt.
You try...

But you get weary and distant.

And you don't put much effort in the trust you're trying to rebuild.
Because why should you clean up a mess made by someone you love?
When he disappoints you
Jordan Ray May 25
I'm a star and I'm alone
Waiting for Neptune to dream;
Plan and write it in scheme
I started small but I have since grown,
Yet the night sky still seems baron
An old lonely sun, I stand misunderstood
I wish there was a way in which I could;
Draw your face as a constellation

Let your fathomless eyes;
With sanguine perception
Illuminate my cold and rusty heart,
Light up the dark and deserted skies
Forgive all this star has done,
And lay at my feet a chance to rechart
A little Petrarchan sonnet!
the smell that entrances and calms the mind at heart
the beauty that draws the eye but with the fragility of withering apart
the scenery before me on the lonesome field brings me back when i was at peace
away from my broken mind where i'm brought back to the torment of seeing my reflection covered in a dark red grease
as i lay down in the field and lose focus in the vast sky i let open the gates of emotion to flood within
for being haunted by my past yet trying to move on with regret feels only like a sin
as the days grow darker my heart grows colder from suppression i've been cursed from this path i chose for myself
being trapped in this cage of isolated beauty hurts more than the cards i've been dealt
as i roam through the hills being careful to not ruin what little heaven i have granted for days on end
i think and ponder on what i have done to gain such relief from the anger but left alone to the hands of sorrow to be condemned
life seems funny as the flowers of never ending bloom show me nothing of the illusion of peace of mind
as the days go closer to a shade of black i stumble upon a unmarked stony grave which deep inside i know its mine
the flowers i've stained along the way have long forgave me but i lied feeling their false fury
for now do be it late i can smile knowing i've been freed as i'm tranquilly buried
Ten because nine isn't enough
Violence because we never learned how to love
Searched for forgiveness, now we search for blood
Couldn't reach an understanding so we're reaching for the gun
Shoot it ten times because nine isn't enough
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