#apologising - Hello Poetry

I walk up to your door, bearing roses in my hands. I know what your favourite colour is, I know when your birthday is, I know what things you like and what things you love, but what matters to you is the gifts I bear. The welcome mat doesn't seem all that welcoming It stares back at me mockingly "What's a bouquet of roses going to do?" Three strikes at the door. I could hear footsteps approaching Not mockingly, not rudely Just approaching "Hello? Who's there?" I clear my throat— "... I want to apologise. For.. whatever I did." I wasn't even sure myself. I doubted that I did anything. His letter just got lost in the mail.

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May 25

May 25, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC

CH3CKM4T3

The welcome mat

I walk up to your door, bearing roses in my hands. I know what your favourite colour is, I know when your birthday is, I know what things you like and what things you love, but what matters to you is the gifts I bear. The welcome mat doesn't seem all that welcoming It stares back at me mockingly "What's a bouquet of roses going to do?" Three strikes at the door. I could hear footsteps approaching Not mockingly, not rudely Just approaching "Hello? Who's there?" I clear my throat— "... I want to apologise. For.. whatever I did." I wasn't even sure myself. I doubted that I did anything. His letter just got lost in the mail.

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And now my words have died Without smoke Without a last sputtering of spit. There are no ashes No burnt pieces for me to keep. And now my words have died Without a last strong gasp Without a mark of nails dragged. There are no etchings No last message for me to decode. And now my love is gone Without a residue of memories Without any final words. There are no photographs No love letters for me to cherish. And now my love is gone Without a fight Without suppressed emotions kept down. There are no regrets No second chances for me to go back. And now the last drop of water has dried Without a ring on the table Without a crack in the ground. There are no slippery edges No soaked soil for me to collect. And now all the water has dried Without a river Without a cloud of hope. There are no oceans No seas for me to reach. I warn you my dear hearts The end is nearer than you know. The earth is dying And so are our hearts, Our insides ridden with cancer Our blood drenching the hands of our friends. The animals are up against us Because we, we did them wrong And mother nature furious, Is breaking on us. And I warn you my dear hearts, Do not go, do not die Without an apology. All our lives The lives we stole From the genocides to wars To the deaths we delayed, I warn you my dear hearts, The bodies we polluted With our bare hands and thighs, Do not, do not forget To apologize For all the blood we drank. I tell you, I tell you It is never the end of the love, The disappearance of the words That hurt me, It is the fact that they went unannounced, Silently, quietly In my sleep Everything around me died And I couldn't even weep. So cry out your apologies, Your last words of thanks The end is nearer than you think So blow your horns out As we leave. We were a storm A plague upon others So go out with your hands folded And pray all our sins Are in due time forgiven.

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC

shanath

Deaths

And now my words have died Without smoke Without a last sputtering of spit. There are no ashes No burnt pieces for me to keep. And now my words have died Without a last strong gasp Without a mark of nails dragged. There are no etchings No last message for me to decode. And now my love is gone Without a residue of memories Without any final words. There are no photographs No love letters for me to cherish. And now my love is gone Without a fight Without suppressed emotions kept down. There are no regrets No second chances for me to go back. And now the last drop of water has dried Without a ring on the table Without a crack in the ground. There are no slippery edges No soaked soil for me to collect. And now all the water has dried Without a river Without a cloud of hope. There are no oceans No seas for me to reach. I warn you my dear hearts The end is nearer than you know. The earth is dying And so are our hearts, Our insides ridden with cancer Our blood drenching the hands of our friends. The animals are up against us Because we, we did them wrong And mother nature furious, Is breaking on us. And I warn you my dear hearts, Do not go, do not die Without an apology. All our lives The lives we stole From the genocides to wars To the deaths we delayed, I warn you my dear hearts, The bodies we polluted With our bare hands and thighs, Do not, do not forget To apologize For all the blood we drank. I tell you, I tell you It is never the end of the love, The disappearance of the words That hurt me, It is the fact that they went unannounced, Silently, quietly In my sleep Everything around me died And I couldn't even weep. So cry out your apologies, Your last words of thanks The end is nearer than you think So blow your horns out As we leave. We were a storm A plague upon others So go out with your hands folded And pray all our sins Are in due time forgiven.

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Those lights that guide you home and ignite your bones are something inherently valuable but being a misfit has been told you that you tend to be wrong It also told you that those lights never easy to find but they never gets lost once they're found Now they are the one that got away.

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May 29, 2015

May 29, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC

serleenah

Apologising

Those lights that guide you home and ignite your bones are something inherently valuable but being a misfit has been told you that you tend to be wrong It also told you that those lights never easy to find but they never gets lost once they're found Now they are the one that got away.

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