#forgiving
I had to get this off my chest,
Though it’s hard to say what I feel best.
Once, you were my brother, my guide,
Now I watch as you choose her side.
She warned, she threatened, you begged to stay,
But in the end, you pushed me away.
Toxic love, tears, and fights,
You traded us for her and I dont know
if thats alright.
I hope she’s worth what you’ve lost,
But I can’t forget what it cost.
If you see this someday, just know .
You’ll always have a place in my soul,
I hope you grow.
You tore me apart and I will never forgive you for that
because you were someone who I thought
had my back.
6d ago
May 27, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
Salute the magpie,
the solitary one without even a mirror-friend.
Turn a circle on the spot,
recite the rhyme out to its end.
In time, more arrive.
In time, a future told and spoken,
in magpie voice,
talisman and token.
Then, old love,
it is well enough to go
regardless wounds or weather
even so.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
It’s time to let you go,
Though it hurts my ego,
I wasted countless nights,
But here I stand---
A fallen knight.
A knight with no purpose,
One who has failed his circus,
But has no other option,
Than watching his own auction.
I had dreamt of the future,
Which is now harshly rupture,
There is nothing left to say,
From a man whose core decayed.
This is my way to move on,
So, a line can be drawn,
A line which distances us two,
For I cant survive the ache of you.
You don’t like me,
Is what now I see,
So, I end my plea,
As I start to venture into the sea
The sea of now opportunities,
With some new communities,
Far away from your hue,
Toward a horizon born anew.
I cant look into your eyes,
Your name is why my heart cries,
I cannot stand your presence,
For it brings the thought of your absence.
Absence of someone powerful,
Someone who was desireful,
But now this solitude,
Is my new longitude.
My brain says—
Someone better is yet to be found
But my wistful heart is nothing but bound
Bound to love you, Bound to forgive you
However sad I maybe,
I have learnt you aren’t the key,
So, I end this useless approach,
To find someone beyond reproach.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
As I sing this song,
I sing with ghosts,
Sit with the lost,
Harmonising with those
Who tell a tale
That’s long and old.
With an ending
That’s never been told.
They show me all
The grief they’ve seen,
Peeling paint
And tear streaks.
I think I’ll stay here for a while,
Until the world quiets down.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
Living is dying
That's why it's so painful
Loving and hurting
They say to be grateful
Remembering to be forgiving
I'm so very forgetful
Beginning and continuing
Both have been my downfall
©2024
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 1:38 PM UTC
so many words but still not enough
to tell you that
how much it huts to be like this
how much it hurts to let everything go
how much it hurts to forgive u
u just make me a mute
and the words die at the back of my throat
those form a lump inside
that I try hard to digest to breath again
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 11:45 PM UTC
FORGIVING IS WHEN U CAN’T LET THEM GOO
HOW FORGIVING SHOULD A DAUGHTER BE TOWARDS HER FATHER
HOW FORGIVING SHOULD AMOTHER TOWARDS HER CHILDERN
HOW FOR GIVING SHOULD A WIFE BE TOWARDS HER HUSBAND
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 8:52 AM UTC
The Hardest Forgiving Slant
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9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023
commenced during the Ten Days of Awe
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we debase our language daily,
robbing the spectacular majesty [example]
of awe with the common overusing
vernacular of “awesome”
especially forgiveness is degraded,
we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly,
costless, less than cheap, with even the
snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded,
but move on to the next rudeness
but today I will not permit myself
an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting
of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow,
when we can obfuscate our intrepid
dishonesty one more time…again
to forgive those who have injured us,
not that hard, or the judging deities,
who silently wink and nod, but offer
no certitude beyond trying, itself a
maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this
trying tacking the constant requests
so first an etymology explication on
the tension inherent that very word,
f o r g i v e
As a word, as a sensed,
intuitively-
it is a
Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2)
to
forgive is
perfect,
to forgive is
continuous,,
to forgive is
infinite!
what a marvelous, perpetual
past, present and always futuristic
word (alas)
The Hardest Forgiving?
to forgive oneself
so nearer to impossible,
the first responders doing triage,
leave people like me for last,
as it a unconditional condition
with no cure that can be effected
indeed, by our very affect,
they instant diagnosis seeing our
very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions,
all reveal the hopelessness of
the never-to-be-given-grace,
among us
for a thousand years,
I have tried and failed to forgive myself
for the worst I’ve done,
and there is no sword or club,
blood-letting,
that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry
so I write poetry,
a salve that offers
temporary relief,
while I write,
imposed a
momentarily distracting,
a kind of dusting of self~spin,
that chills myself
just until
the, this!
poem is finished,
the slant is drawn
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
one step and you’re there at my door. two steps and you’ve made your way inside. in my house. my doors were opened by a gust of wind and you stumbled in and i should have slammed you out, but i didn’t because i’m a coward. you’re a strange species. you’ve broken into my safe place, the soft place where i lay my head at night. you’re next to appear in my nightmares. a shadowy black figure standing inside my closet, lurking. being alone isn’t as lonely as i feel when i am with you. you punch my ribcage and i start to feel nauseous, but you just blame it on me. soon i will wreck your perfect life and send you crashing down the cliffside. soon i won’t give you the leniency and forgiveness i perpetually gift. soon i will lose focus and you will be blurry in my vision and i will forget you forever. soon, i will let you go.
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 11:45 AM UTC
If I have not wronged someone today I will not have told
Him that our ability to be able to forgive is what made us
the most compassionate beings alive to ever walked
The earth, like how our ability to forget also made us humans
If I knew someone that I like that keeps meeting disappointment
With every turn of events in life will it not be alright to cry a river
On his behalf, the moment such a thing happens and to comfort
Him with kind and loving words that could do amazing wonder
For his broken spirit by lifting it up and enabling it to be free
As free as the North wind that brings colder weather to Irving,
Or as free as the air that we breathe without paying any fee.
If not for circumstances beyond me I will have not done a thing
For wrong, for forgiveness, for compassion, for forgetting,
For disappointment, for events, for comfort, or for loving
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC
When was the last time you felt loved?
When was the last time you let down of your walls and be vulnerable?
When was the last time you said "I love you" sincerely?
Dates? Months? Years?
Nah! it was all because of that stupid person whom you gave your all and received none in return that made you skeptical after all.
The butterflies that used to be in your stomach already left,
gone with the person you thought were your meant.
But hey, lovelies!
Blame not the love but the lover.
It's time to give yourself some love.
A love coming from you,
not from others.
Self-love!
By the time you are ready to love again,
By the time you find the person to be vulnerable with again,
By the time you speak love sincerely again,
It's no longer for someone else's sake
Because you know you are worthy of the love you deserve.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 2:58 AM UTC
Forgiving is more than difficult and challenging
But if to not forgive or forget
You will live your life in regret and denial
Resent will build and build
For we are humans for we f*ck up and do things we deeply regret
For not to be excusable but responsible
If to imagine a world with them gone or hurt
Remorse and resent in yourself will imperfectly mix
Building a lifetime of continuous persistent regret
The question being is it worth it to not forgive and forget
For will you ever truly move on?
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
I would beg on bent knee
for all the gods to bring you
back to me
We were giants once
Do you remember?
The days we basked in
the sunlight
On the rocks, where the waves
crashed down upon us
Skin warmed and kissed
by the dying rays
I would beg on bent knee
for all the gods to bring you
back to me
When we became shrunken
like the voodoo heads
That hang in car windows
Do you remember?
You smiled back at me
Crookedly, lovingly
Your tender heart could
not bear the darkness
As I have welcomed it in
Easily, like an old friend
And I'd rip these trees
Root and stem
Beg on bent knee
For you, back again
And where will I stand?
When the earth opens up
and swallows me whole
Like the hole in my heart
Back in the place I left you
is where you'll find me
Down on bent knee
Earth rumbling with anger
I'll never be free
©2020 Christina Jackson
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
And I'll whisper your name on my lips
That brief moment when I could still feel you there
It's an empty space that I don't wish to replace
anytime soon
You meet certain people at the right time
They come into your life for a few minutes, hours
even years
Sometimes you get those people who are meant to be
lessons, mixed up with the ones who will always stay
And sometimes you fall so ******* hard
you stumble through the days
Forget time exists
Your brain is wasted on fantastical thoughts
and unrealistic expectations
That narrative you wrote in your head
doesn't actually exist
And if we don't tell the people we fall for
how we feel, are we supposed to go
through life wondering what if?
Cut the ******* cord
burn it to ash
God **** just tell that person
and who knows
the feelings may not last
A temporary feeling
They could just crumble away
and isn't that so true of the time we are given?
I won't let myself wait for you
We waste it away
and wonder years later
what happened to that person
we thought we loved so much
It was like a fire inside of my heart
the logs burned long and bright
Oh, but darling it was snuffed out
without a fight
I was never worth fighting for
And if you don't go down screaming
for the ones you love
what is the ******* point?
I want to feel ALL of you
the warm breath on my skin
Whispering nonsensical ********
into my ear
it doesn't even matter
or have to make sense
And to taste you would
be a sweet ******* dream
Always slightly out of reach
And that hail storm hits you
knocks you off that pedestal
where I so foolishly held you
And your fingers, those hands
once held this face, these hips
and I forgot what it felt like
to love, the way you taste
To have any ounce of hope
and it ******* hurts
Knowing I can't have you here
the way I want you
Unavailable in so many ****** ways
I crush my own heart
I don't need help from anyone else
And yet you are still here, not
actually here with me
An intangible thought
Your body makes me want
to commit sins the gods would
strike me down
for thinking such thoughts
Please, forgive me, I'll confess
Your lips leave me hanging here
like the former shell of a human
a ghost without a home
because home was always with you
I could turn these buildings to ash
with these flames inside of my chest
It was beautiful to watch it all burn
I was worth fighting for
We were worth fighting for
and you let it all go to ****
All of these moments with you
disappear into the abyss
© 2020 Christina Jackson
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
A lot of this rotten ending
Is at its core, mine, my fault.
I know it now, as i then could not
See it for an awful, unfortunate
Though those words fail,
Falling short of all I cost, us.
So much, too much for a choice
One, miscalculation of an emotion
Keystone in importance, it was
To lie or act falsely I was not
I could not, because I was in love
With one like I never knew
Love was abundant, cherished
More so than I held for life itself
Therein lays the real reason, love
I chose to love you with all I had
Every last fraction of myself
I gave freely, I wanted for you to have
Every bit of how I was feeling
The thrill and the beating chest
Ache that made life worth living
My mistake came as consequence
The cause and effect,
I wish I had seen this, I didn't
Known before one can give,
So very much, one must have
Accepted the equal amount
Not from another, from oneself
I never learned how to, or the importance, see?
to love you, came natural easy, but
Having never loved myself.
And for this, to us
I say I am so, so, very sorry.
That this part of
Of this, of then, of us
what was, and isn't
Was my fault.
Now loving myself
Us far more difficult
It begins with forgiving
That is where I am now.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
To taste the sounds
To turn back time
To read in complete darkness
To travel faster than light
All would have to be possible
For me to forgive
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 9:09 PM UTC
Just cause neither of us believed
In happy endings
Does not mean we don't deserve one
Just cause you grew up knowing pain
So much better than love
Does not mean you shouldn't learn
Just cause life has not been fair
Or easy on you
Does not mean you should give up
Or am I wrong
Should we just give up
Just cause we're hurt
Just cause we were once broken
Should we allow them
Those things that broke us
To shape us
Or does that crucify you
Onto the cross of pain and torment
Living within the rumors
Crafted only to destroy you
Can one leave their skeletons buried
Smile and truly believe it
Even while dying a little everyday
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
Does growing up mean, forgetting?
About all the people I've known till now
Does growing up mean, letting go?
Of who I was, many years ago
Does growing up mean, forgiving?
The trauma I've had to heal from
Does growing up mean, losing you?
The only one, who got me through
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 11:38 PM UTC
Some people outgrow growth and embrace decay
The love they had once is now all but flayed
So a veneer of ice is all that's displayed
It's hard to heal when one is betrayed.
Some people take and destroy what they want
When their cold it's not their accountability that haunts
It's their hatred of others how self imposed abandonment taunts
It's a regime of hedonism that leaves a soul gaunt.
Some people can heal and reveal that living is choosing
That to get up and live is beautiful even when losing
It's a battle in a war and the essence of life is bruising
That the beauty is in the battle is the reason life is confusing.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
What if the demons that haunt your nights
are the people that you've hurt.
What if the angels that protect your heart
are healed wounds and mistakes.
Living and learning,
fighting and loving,
healing and forgiving,
don't forget what life truly is.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
sometimes, I just wish I was pretty enough.
pretty enough for being a friend,
pretty enough for being a lover,
pretty enough for being a perfect daughter,
pretty enough in everything,
even for being alive.
also for being my self.
sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be called as beautiful for being myself.
For the way I am, like, beautiful in and out.
I am not saying I wish I was one hundred percent perfect.
just pretty sure people get to see me the way I am.
not that 'pretty' the way I look by appearence.
and I, apologize to everyone who I ever met.
for every inch of my part that most of the time makes you barely breath
for every inch of my skin that makes you worry a lot and try to get rid of it
for every inch of my touch that left scars on yours
sorry for being me.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
My murky heart is once more stained and I'm done
like suicide. I’m prepared to die
but I won’t turn a blind eye.
This world needs peace,
already so much pain. People cannot help
but harm for their own gain.
As I look on I'm consumed
with rage.
Sapped.
Energy subsumed by enemies
who would make a fool out of love.
Who would make a fool out of love?
Why do I feel insane?
Inane doubt. Weak.
There are those who seek borrowed strength
but I’m straining. Breaking the bank.
Busting the cage
Addressing a blank page
Writing a future for you and me
so children can handle the horrors of living
Start with forgiving
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
i think i'm deserving of something good.
i walked, ran, and stayed in hell.
i forgave people who hurt who hurt me.
at a very young age, my entire world collapsed on top of me over and over again.
i still remember hearing the judge tell my parents about the word 'neglect'.
i remember everything.
i remember the house shaking and i still hear the doors slam and people yelling if i close my eyes long enough.
i can still see the police men outside the front door.
i can still feel the punch that winded me.
i relived everyday three times, twice if i was lucky.
i've been used and been told that i am the reason that god never listens to me.
but i think that i deserve more than that.
because i wasn't those people who hurt me.
i hurt myself but i'm not my parents or my siblings or the mean people at school who made fun of me.
i forgave everyone and am trying to forgive myself even though i know i did
nothing
wrong.
so why?
don't i deserve to breathe? don't i deserve something good?
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC