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#notsorry
feel lost within’ yourself, it’s scary because you attack yourself, left alone in self-containment, the blood flecks the inner walls and you see red; shutting out other voices, you fall far and fast - the self becomes as vast and terrifying as outer space, a cage becomes a spaceship; given the tools to survive until you run out of oxygen, beating yourself into submission only to realize how, bloody-faced, a self-made martyr floods the causeway without recourse to part the tide... no way to progress - to shepherd yourself through the grim darkness and uncertainty, locked in what feels like an eternal battle: depressed, anxious, lonely, tired - the vandals of personalities past and present - come to me for round one, two, three, wash away in the silt fragments of time that elude me, slip through the cracks in my brain and disappear only to implode when it feels like you need them the least (because that’s life). do you let the shards of self-pity shatter you? do you let the tide close in on both sides and consume you whole? do you **** a mind that seems to never learn what it means to love itself properly? or do you write and hope the phantom pain, the biting cynicism, the bitten tongue, and the burning trauma die down for the time being? there is no answer. or else you’d find it tattooed on each cerebral hemisphere, coded into the DNA that malfunctions perfectly to make us each imperfect.
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
the rise and fall of captain fantastic
I’m not sorry you couldn’t find a blessing in me I’m not sorry you couldn’t find peace within me I’m not sorry that I lacked what you needed I’m not sorry that I ain’t who you wanted to be with See, my Ebonics starts to increase when I feel deceived My voice starts to increase when it feels weak My presence starts to decrease when it feels defeated Now, you tell me if I ain’t who you want to be with
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
I Ain’t
A thousand steps A hundred ripples Hurried heartbeats A leap of faith A journey from "it's me to that's me"
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
It's me
I apologize that I have been absent My mind has been running away from me and I keep losing it I've been chasing it this whole time I cannot lose myself again I'm sorry I apologize that I have been absent My lungs have been full of aching sadness and it's hard to breathe I've been taking deeper breaths I cannot let myself drown again I'm sorry I apologize that I have been absent My body is too weak to move and I don't know where I am half the time I've been trying to connect with it I cannot let myself slow down again I'm sorry I apologize that I have been absent My demons decided to hit me hard and hid away the part of me that loves I've been trying to find my feelings I cannot view the world feeling nothing again I'm sorry But in the end I shouldn't have to apologize for any of this I'm trying to be okay again I don't owe anyone anything
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Absent
One day you'll see me. I'll be the girl that illuminates your world Everything will be in perspective A gleaming stream filtered with deception A disillusion filled with remorse Because when you finally see me I'll have left a long time ago What you see, It's just a projected memory of me slipping through your grasps I'll flow through the fingers that once confined me You lost my worth but don't worry it's in better hands
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
Unrequited Love: an ending.
Wash away my sins Im the devil in the angels garden unbound me from this guilt I am creation of my own catastrophe I will let my scars bleed dry I will my screams suffocate the silence I will embrace the my wild and burn for my truth.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
My truth
Sorry isn’t enough.” I know. But it’s all I have. Maybe it is better to stay silent Than to give an apology That isn’t enough.
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sorry
i'm sorry that i don't fit your definition of male. i'm sorry i don't have testosterone running rampant in my veins i'm sorry i don't have a bulge like the mound on a hill i'm sorry i don't have a flat chest acceptable enough to expose in the summer i'm sorry you can't begin to understand my heart before judging my body. i'm sorry you were raised to define a man by what's in his pants. i'm sorry you would rather spend your life invalidating me and so many others than open the doors that beg for a chance but i am just as much of a man as the next guy.
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
their definition
5/24/17 speak of her when we all know i'm just a downgrade from the one who got away and you're the one she left to find the one she decides to wake up to each morning
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
cheap
You were a statement, a brick wall, covered in small pieces of graffiti, lost in a noisy city. Barely noticed. So you changed. You tore yourself down, giving away pieces to anyone who would take them destroying the subtle art. I had to leave, unable to stand the gravel of you at my feet, like a part of me was in that rubble. They all noticed you then a small glimpse from the corner of their eyes, no one pays attention to a neon jumble. When I came back you had lost all but three spray painted pieces, no matter how much I tried I couldn't recreate you Nothing will live in the broken space you once occupied completely, so I walked away for good You are not salvageable.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
Unsalvagable
**For the most part your not a victim You put yourself in the situation I tried to help, but I was the bad guy for helping So I left and now since I'm gone I'm totally the bad guy I don't understand Please help me understand.**
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
For The Most Part
I said I can do it I was on a four month roll I had it all Then I joined the old group And they had what I was deprived of I thought I liked being away from it But once I smelt it I was back to it Wanting it Loving it Inhale, exhale Uphill, next hill Pocket dragon me, blazer.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
Got me.
Bleak eyes and sore throats, Dark room and elevated pulse, Several broken promises Floating away on Aladdin's carpet. Leaving the premises of my heart. Burning bridges all around me Consuming me and setting the world on fire. They burn the city up like fireflies Disappointments and expectations gone awry Exhaustion and anger is what remains Empty broken bottles line my kitchen floor One stuck on the door won't let it close. Sleeping is burning through me Anxiety won't let me sleep I cannot recover the harsh words Said in anger and distraught Adrenalin has its peaks and ditches Mine is still roaming around scattered Words I always wanted to say are imprinted on their minds And recorded in their ears So are theirs on mine I cannot forget them. Mother always said going forward and regretting is always a waste and believe me I'm in no haste Although in my darkest time I do regret I can't take back my words And I won't let them take back theirs
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Not Sorry
There's nothing like holding someone in your palm and looking down at them when they used to be so raised up and universes out of reach that only when you finally turned your back and pointed your eyes at the ground did they descent to walk amongst mere mortals and fall into your path steps tripping feet as they open arms once gold-gilded, now bitter, scuffed and burnished and no longer quite blinding enough for you not to see, unfeeling, that they are not who you wanted them to be.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
And I'm not sorry.
I'm always apologizing Left and right My apology is requested From every peson in sight But I don't think This is right They should be apologizing For acting like I'm not there For pretending I'm invisible With no one to care So next time you're looking For my regrets Just walk right by me Because you won't be getting them yet
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Sorry, Not Sorry
She says that she's sorry, But don't believe She is nothing But a thief Not sorry she stole And whose only thought Is that she's sorry She got caught
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
Sorry I wasn't there when you needed me Sorry I couldn't take away the pain. Sorry I couldnt see you needed me. Sorry I couldn't see you hurt Sorry I couldn't help But I'm not sorry you caused my pain
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Sorry
I'm sorry I don't know if its for me but i fell for it, your love trap captured me. Or is it that I wanted to fall? for you to catch, don't leave me to crawl. I'm sorry I see you in everything the sky that cries, the sun that bids me for the night I'm sorry but baby I want to bombard you with my love to hold your hand to kiss you goodnight. I'm sorry I can't keep this anymore You're my comfort, my escape. My curse, my endeavor *Its a different kind of love but I still do, baby, I don't want you; I need you.* These words I cannot carry baby, listen to me. I just want to tell you I'm sorry but I'm not sorry.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
I'm Sorry
I accept my fate at last I burned you You turned on me Goodbye forever I don't need you any more Than you need me Dead weight you were For weeks now I've just been too kind to say anything Throw your darts all you want Spit your poison And fire your guns I don't give a flip
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Sunk 'Ship
im sorry that i left you hanging im sorry that i kissed your lips then left im sorry that i held your hand and then let go im sorry but you cheated on me with your ex so.. im sorry that my lips werent as sweet as you thought and im sorry that my fingers didnt fit good between yours and im sorry that my hugs made u more colder then hot and im sorry that you couldnt get any scores and.. im sorry but **** off im a ******* boss you piece of **** its your loss.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
I'm Sorry, Not Sorry
I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry for every insult I ever said. I’m sorry for screaming, even when I had every right to. I’m not sorry for walking away. I’m not sorry that things are over. I’m not sorry that you couldn't see what you were doing to everyone around you.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
My not so humble apology