#coworkers
Forgiveness, to forgive (for me)
Is essentially subtle- to a fault,
Beautifully it's practiced,
Yet inherently mistaught:
To ask of anything more
From the person you've done wrong
Is blatantly selfish, at its core
Pressuring them along.
Unless exactly, specific and honestly, you reiterate once more.
All the reasons which you petition forgiveness
And what you're sorry for:
To draw conclusions, assumptions and things, without the facts in place-
Was to right out start off in
an Unreasonable head space.
Furthermore, my tone of voice
And the disrespect it achieved
Is not what you- Alena, not at all
From me; should've ever recieved.
Lastly, explicitly I have to say;
I'm sorry for my aggressive words.
And the fact I reacted that way is
absurd
A retort- as a minuet or two, voice note
Deserved the block- and what you wrote.
*I'm sorry about this- discrepancy
I actually enjoyed you working with me.
I'll leave this here for you to find, &
Hope these words were worth your time.
When you read, know these are sincere; my apologies- true.
Not just mere pretty, fluffy words for you.*
Poetry's something I, almost know, you appreciate~ so heres an apologistic-free vers hyphenate.
Nov 21, 2023
Nov 21, 2023 at 5:56 AM UTC
I have met you not
But I know you enough
To see that you can be trusted
With almost anything
Colleagues we are, now
And have we quite the cordial relationship
Almost always are we, on the same page
Though of course, one of us
Can come up with a fresh perspective sometimes
Quite cool, are you
In spite of the fact
That it's been long not
Since you started your career
Always, have I enjoyed
Working with you
And never have we had
Any disagreements whatsoever
There have times been
When I was at the end of my tether
Then have you offered words of comfort
Thus changing my outlook for the better
Colleagues we are, yes
But do I see you as a friend too
Never do you judge
And always have I felt at ease
While interacting with you
May you please be the way you are
And continue spreading love, happiness and peace
God bless you, yaar
Oct 25, 2023
Oct 25, 2023 at 8:18 AM UTC
Once upon a deadline dreary,
In an office bleak and weary,
The hours we spent with work and play
Now seem to pass like a distant day
And as I look upon each friendly face,
I feel the sting of time and place
As I bid farewell to those I hold dear
My heart is heavy with the weight of sorrow
For though you go forward with hope and without fear,
It is steps further away from the times we shared
And I'll miss the friendships that I've come to know
So let us say farewell with heavy hearts,
As each of us moves on to different parts
But know that in our souls, we'll always hold
The memories of our time, both warm and cold
As you pack your things and prepare to depart,
Know that memories will linger on
Your presence, once a comfort to our heart,
Will now be felt in silence, a mournful part
Though distance may separate us, I'll keep in mind,
That true friends are never truly left behind
May 3, 2023
May 3, 2023 at 8:48 PM UTC
I made them laugh
I made them smile
I found my purpose
For a while
But they kept laughing
When I said nothing to chuckle
Then they stared and they pointed
As my knees began to buckle
"But I was useful"
That's what I thought
But a delusional clown
Fits in with naught.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
"what, you're too good to say 'good morning' to me?"
she asks me as she slumps through
the front doors of work.
"no."
I say,
"you didn't hear me say it back?"
. . . she didn't.
some people try
to drag everything
into their own collapsing
star.
but I brush it off and
walk away, successfully
escaping her gravitational
pull.
later, minding my own
********* she fires another
shot,
"you sure have a chip on your shoulder today, I'm staying out
of your way!"
this time I don't
even acknowledge
her **** bird trying
to land on me,
just smile right
through her.
I turn my
head to
look
outside.
the smeared
clouds are
rippling in
a smooth cadence
of anticipation.
a storm is coming . . .
it's gonna be a good one.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
Oh, how my heart aches with such sweet sorrow.
Your presence in these thoughts of mine, bring forth something so sweet.
Kneeling to inhale a freshly bloomed rose in the break of spring is what you are.
A rose you are my love.
A character I face many times a week.
Oh, how you cause my knees to go weak and my hands shaky.
Oh, what sweet sorrow when for just a moment, your wrists touches mine.
When your fragrance sways my way.
For just a moment, our spirits become aligned.
The same breath is taken from this dream that stands still.
For a moment, it all becomes real.
Then the noise settles in.
The pace surrounding now back in motion.
The cloud my heart rest on vanishes.
Only now hanging from a thread of hopeful thought.
Did he enter into that realm along with me? Or was I alone in my travels?
Oh! But his eyes say so much, yet nothing at all! Can it be all I see is my own reflection in those glossy eyes staring back at me?
- Josephine M. Zeceña
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
I was a hair late.
Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner,
And move someone else to the front.
I was left wanting, waiting, and waning.
Yes, we will exchange pleasantries,
And even embrace on occasion.
But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am,
Or how pathetic I've become.
The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful.
Yet, the time for action has passed.
Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Human incompetence,
Lack of common sense,
Absolute inconsideration,
Selfish abandoning of responsibility--
These will be the end of me.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC