"apologised" poems
A soldier he was
But soldier no more
Twenty years or so
A veteran of war
Afghanistan, Hawaii, East Timor
A soldier of war
A soldier of war
Bringing back souvenirs
Another scar, another day
Where everyone was frontline
And they suffered the pain
He came home again
But everything had changed
The person he could've been
His choices had rearranged.
I sat and spoke with him
When I ran away from home
Just me and him, in the park
On the grass and together alone.
He apologised for not being there
When I needed him most
First time I've ever really seen him cry
Hard for him to compose
He held out my hands
"Did you think you were given a ***
Of anger, that's all you'll get in life?"
He looked me in the eyes, his own watering a lot
He looks away, sniffles a bit
"I found out the hard way"
And as he does, I see his pain
From twenty years ago to this very day
Afghanistan, Hawaii, East Timor and beyond
My own father
My own father
A veteran of war
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
I had really hoped
To forget you, once and for all
However, it seems you are always hovering around
Like an annoying little mosquito
Ready to **** the blood
Of anyone and everyone in your vicinity
And looking for that perfect window of opportunity
To mock my shortcomings
Which apparently do not exist
For your precious little "best friend"
Who has a smug smile on his face
Ready to defend you at the drop of a hat
Of course, it will only be a matter of time
Before you tire of him as well
Because, people exist merely for your needs
Which are about as realistic
As Telugu action movies are
Therefore, it is a huge irony
That you were my first female friend
Of course, I am not sure you understand
What friendship truly means
Because, you promise one thing
And then proceed to do the exact opposite
May God help that unfortunate soul
Who truly cares for you
Because s/he will be in for a rollercoaster ride
Which will never end
Until your delusional fantasies are satisfied
By the time that eventually happens
S/he would be dead
Anyway, it was you
Who wanted to be friends with me in the first place
I, being a naive idiot
Readily accepted your offer of friendship
And was with you
Through thick and thin
However, you cut me off
When you needed me no longer
I apologised to you a number of times
Not because I did anything wrong
But because your inflated ego required a massage
Alas! To you, I was nothing more than a problem child
Whom you wanted to mould
According to your whims and fancies
I was never an independent human being
Who could make his own choices
And live his life on his own terms
Your own Brahmin sensibilities matter more to you
Than a friend who genuinely cared for you
Unlike "Mr Smug Face", whom I had mentioned earlier
You destroyed my self-confidence
And turned me into an insecure wreck
God knows how many more people exist
Whom you've treated as "use and throw"
Just keep one thing in mind, though
There will surely be a time
When the tables are turned
And it is you who will become a lonely wreck
Then there will be noone
Who is ready to rush to your aid
Because, you will be forgotten; once and for all
As you deserve to be
May 4, 2023
May 4, 2023 at 12:35 AM UTC
If Only
Your self-preservation was not your Achilles heel.
Your silence the affirmation of the abuse.
If only you spoke to me
apologised and ended with the respect
that our relationship deserved.
If Only
We might not be suffering in the
way we are.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
After laying awake way past her bedtime
There where nights she cried herself to sleep,
Thinking how could she have possibly been so naive?
But as she closed her eyes and wanders down the streets of once-used-to-be's
She realises, she'd lost herself to a past of full of mistreatment
But now she refuses to be a victim of it and stands tall rising above it
There used to be a time she'd been used, and so to be used was all she knew
And to crave love, a sense of belongingness, was unthinkably selfish
So instead of finding love from within,
She'd give her all to all those who'd treat her like she didn't mean a thing
And apologised and forgave repeatedly though she was never to blame
She became a dreamer of dreams to cope with the painful reality of things
But now instead of living with wishful thinking
She wakes up and struggles hard to make her dreams into a reality
No longer a slave to her fictional fantasies
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
If you treat me like you were supposed to,
Maybe I wouldn’t have had to have hurt you.
You hurt me in more than one way,
So I have something important to say.
Cheat me, hit me, bite me, force me,
Spit on me, lie to me, can’t you see?
You hurt me more than any other,
To get back at you I kissed your brother.
Something I’ve managed to keep quiet for a while,
Just thinking about revenge makes me smile.
I really thought I was in love with you,
But honestly, being with you, anything could be true.
The amount of times I’d cried and cried,
I always returned when you apologised.
My excuse? It was being young and forced,
By someone who I thought loved me of course.
But you never loved me, not at all,
every time I thought I was standing tall.
When, in fact, I was looking like you,
A stupid, idiotic, childish fool.
So I’m glad I finished the relationship,
Happy I escaped and got away quick.
Imagine what’d happen if I’d stayed with you,
I’d be a selfish cow and extremely cruel.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 2:48 PM UTC
I've already ******* apologised ***** So shut the **** UP. Your voice sounds like chalk against a chalk board. No one want to hear you talk. Oh you were thinner then me when you were my age?? Well you're 48 now ***** not 16 so shut the **** UP!!! ************ you're ******* me off. I'll not answer you back. I'll write a poem about it and brush it off you ain't got nothin on me ***** above you I'll rise. So shut the **** UP.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
It is strange how you were drowning and he was the one who needed space
It is strange how he cut you open and you apologised for having bled
It is strange how he broke you and held a grudge against you for falling apart
It is strange how you took 99 steps and he stumbled on one
It is strange how he never had the time to read the poems you left in his mail
It is strange how you could have had the world but you kept settling for less.
Yes, it is strange
how love makes you the person you never thought you would become.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Ham took you to a cafe
on London Road;
he was meeting
Bernard there.
Sit there,
Ham said,
indicating a table
by the wall with wallpaper
with a flowered pattern.
You sat; stared
around the cafe;
frowned at two men
at the next table.
Who's there?
You say,
pointing towards them,
wondering where
your Lord Hamlet had gone,
and these two jesters
at his court.
What's the matter, love?
One of the men said,
smiling, eyeing you,
taking in your hair and eyes.
Nay, answer me,
you said, stand,
and unfold yourself.
Ham came over
to the table:
Hush, Ophelia,
he said.
He apologised to the men,
twirling a finger
at the side of his head.
You gazed at your lord;
he contested
with these jesters,
you surmised,
eyeing them.
They looked
away from you;
conversed between themselves;
sipped their mugs of tea,
ate their breakfasts.
You sat gazing at your lord
bargaining with a rogue.
He brought
two mugs of tea
and bacon sandwiches
and sat opposite you,
his back to the jesters.
Bernard will be here soon,
Ham said, gazing at you,
behave yourself.
Bernardo?
Yes, Bernard,
so keep your voice down,
Ham said.
He began his sandwich;
you began yours.
Bernard came in the cafe
and ordered a tea,
and waved.
Bernardo,
you said,
you come most carefully
upon your hour.
Hush, Ophelia,
Ham said.
Bernard smiled at you;
he tried to understand you
and your vocal expressions.
Bernardo,
you said softer
and waved.
He waved back
and paid the rogue
and went, and sat next you,
facing Ham.
Unfold yourself,
you said.
Ham raised his hand
to hush you.
You sat and ate
and drank.
Your lord was speaking
with his minister;
he spoke of battle,
you assumed,
and jested of wounds
of war.
You felt your ***
beneath your dress;
it felt so sore.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Eyes full of the unknown
We slowly came to know
Of each other, nervous but excited
Feeling around in the dark what was to become so familiar
Months past in your arms
Years next to your lips
Arguments set in, thunder storms
We fought to make up and made up to fight
There was life in it still
Two strong characters of will
Impassioned lust laid across covers of trust
My beautiful vision of you and I
Too perfect you did decry
Infected by resentment, my heart shrank
You were to endure words so utterly fraught with cold
As though fashioned in the North Pole
Yet your love remained bound tightly to me
We would rise high above common ground
Soaring amongst the clouds, our love not to be touched
Until crashing down we fell into boundless hell
Picking at faults we should have forgiven
Too long they haunted our position
“You need to change” we both declared
Attempts were made in vein
So simple it all seems now
To have simply kissed your furrowed brow
Taken your hand and reassured you of my love
Apologised for any wrong made in haste
Sadly it was too late; you took matters into your own hands
Feeling away from me into foreign lands
To where I could not reach you
I went mad with pain of missing you
My utmost did I try to show my change
The man I had renounced stood no longer in me
I only wished for your return
To rekindle the fire that had died in my heart
I would rise born again a better man
With you to guide my unsteady hand
The fire remains quelled ever since you came back
To see and feel for me so differently
Our bond lay broken, dashed aside
Relinquished our tie, let loose against the tide
I now struggle out at sea, wave’s crash over me
Waiting, hoping for you to rescue me
It never came
Memories seemingly held you back
Of torment, tears rolled by
So your love drowned
Letting it go gladly, almost a relief
I now sit alone
Wet and full of regret, on a vast sandy beach.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
Corgi, walking man, stopped where I sat.
Climbed onto me, and sat in my laps.
Man apologised, but corgi unmoved.
Only after enough scratches, and a goodbye,
did it resumed walking the man.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
The prompt says,
“A person whose life you’re curious about.”
I shall use this as an opportunity to mention
******** next door.
That is his name.
He knows I mean him.
You never ******* talk about anything
And you always say I lie to you
And so what if I do?
What good is it to tell you the truth
When you never tell me anything
And I have to worm it out of you?
Why does it matter?
It just ******* matters
Because I want to know you!
And yeah I like you like that
And yeah *** with you would be quite nice
But who cares?
You haven’t told anyone else
That you’re on a break with your girlfriend;
You never really talk to anyone else.
And yeah you just friend-zoned me
At the same time as throwing out the double-entendres:
You should be in a bed,
You said
A bed, yeah, I noticed
How you phrased that
So I left
And you followed me to the door.
And I don’t think you understand what I want from you.
But yeah I do find you attractive,
And yeah I’d quite like to **** you,
And yeah I was trying to creep you out by saying that
But so what?
Because you said you don’t know what you want
And again, why tell me, tell her
Surely.
Is there something you want from me?
But you said no
And yeah I think you lied.
And yeah you said I’m a good friend
And I think that’s a lie too.
And I’m waiting for us to fall out again
Just like when you apologised
And I asked why
So you said next time you wouldn’t bother.
And then you didn’t reply
When I said you’re not any more special than anyone else.
And it’s just like when I said I didn’t think you liked me at all;
You got offended.
And yeah I like you
But so what?
I’m not trying to get in the way of anything;
Do what you want,
It’s your life,
I’m just curious.
And why text me of all people?
Of course I don’t know
But did you text the other girls
So much over the holidays
Really?
Decide what you want.
You know what I want.
I don’t mind being friend-zoned
If that’s all you want
But I don’t think it’s all you want.
I just think you need to decide
If you do ‘love’ her.
And did I have something to do with it?
Was it on the 5th?
Is that why you were mad at me?
Why did you take it out on me?
Yeah I can be over-sensitive
But you can be a ****
Sometimes you’re such a child.
And you say I need to grow up
But so do you.
And, God, I’d really like to do you
Which is why it’s so ******* complicated!
So yeah I’m trying to get over you.
And you ask what I’m thinking and it’s nothing
But you don’t believe me
And why not?
It’s the truth.
And whenever I’m around you
Yeah you ******* terrify me
Because I’ve never wanted someone this much
And you’re only next door
And did I ever tell you I love your hugs
And the way you smell
And your hands
And isn’t that really ******* creepy?
But at the same time
I hate how you patronise me
And tease me
Just because I’ll react badly
And yeah you’re a bully
And yeah you treat me like **** sometimes
But somehow I forgive you
Because when everything's fine,
It’s really fine.
I just wish you weren’t so much of an ****
Or at least I wish I knew why you’re so much of an ****
And basically, that’s what goes on in my head.
Every time I see you.
Your turn.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Oh, mum. I have a lot of anger at the moment. You are not helping. I appreciate you’re trying but I’m still so angry at you. I can’t waste any energy on feeling bad about that fact. I need to accept it and you need to respect it. All is not forgiven. I’m sure one day it will be but not right now. Right now, it is a deep, painful, simmering rage at you. YOU. YOU. YOU. Not me. YOU. YOU. YOU. I’m angry at you. You. You.
I’m tired of parenting you. Of teaching you how to parent me, and him. I’m tired of being the adult in this family and being so alone.
You exhaust me.
You abused me. You scared me. You confused me.
You f****d with my head.
You felt better, I felt worse.
Sometimes you apologised, sometimes you didn’t.
Games, games, games.
New versions of old.
Death. Dying. Years. Numbers.
Illness, suddenly.
Corner, coming.
Space, limited.
Feelings, restricted.
No space for me. No space for my feelings. No space for my pain. I’m not allowed to feel pain. I’m not allowed to grow, or change, or challenge.
I’m not allowed me.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
I walked along the beach one day
and found a rusty lamp
I picked it up and rubbed it off
to wipe away the damp
And suddenly this little man
fell out upon the floor
looked up and started cursing me
"what the hell d'you do that for?!"
So I apologised and picked him up
'fore he got eaten by a fish
and in return said to me
for that you've earned a wish
I wished something that's not for me
but for a freind who's lucks been poor
and so impressed was the little man
he said for that you can have one more
So I wished again for someone else
who's lot is worse than mine
and again the little fellow
repeated his last line
But this time round my wish was such
that it would also do me good
A little more self serving
and a bit less Robin Hood
But again he told me I'd get one more
and I felt a bit confused
Is there going to come a time
when my turns have all be used
He said to me he didn't know
but things could be much worse
One fella left him on the ground
for that he got a curse.
His curse was to live in a lantern
and float from shore to shore
until he finally found someone
Who was rich but also poor
Then he asked me for twenty bucks
I told him ten was all I had
but he was welcome to it anyway
if it helped I would be glad
So he took my ten and hailed a cab
that just happened to be driving past
with a squeal of tires and a puff of smoke
they both took off really fast
I tried to dismiss it from my mind
as a weird daydream at best
But then when I got home
at my door, was a little wooden chest
The note on the box said well done you
you truly are mankinds friend
This token of our appreciation
means you'll never be poor again
I've still got the chest here somewhere
and the level seems never to drop
but I have pretty much all I need
so there's gold right up to the top.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
Janice
sans red beret
walked with you
to Bedlam Park
where you swam
in the open air
swimming pool
(she swam
you tried
but failed)
there in her
green swimsuit
her arms pulling her
through water
her hands
pushing away
the water’s skin
while you stood
waist deep
gazing at her skills
her wet hair
her bright eyes
you gingerly standing
feet on the bottom
feeling the water’s
pull and push
come on
she said
try to swim
be brave
and you dived forward
into the water
and splashed
and sunk
like some broken boat
water in your eyes
and ears
you rose
helped by Janice
to the surface
choking
and spluttering
wiping water
from your stinging eyes
she had her hand
in yours
holding you steady
keeping you balanced
she apologised
for not helping
should have helped
she said
not just stood
and stared
and you gazed at her
through wet eyes
forming an image
making sense
of the shape of her
her eyes on you
her damp hair limp
against her skin
o mermaid of the deep
you said
where is your tail?
and she laughed
and took you
by the hand
into the shallower water
her warm hand
in yours
her thin fingers
clutching
her damp swimsuit
dripping
try here
in less deeper water
she said
and let go
of your hand
and she lowered herself
into the water
and showed you how
to put your body so
and hands and arms
to move and legs
to kick and push
but all you could hold
in mind
could bring to bear
was her beauty
swimming there.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
The mouse with a house on the River Louse, was walking in a field one day.
He had his head down, nose buried in a stack of hay.
He was searching for some small sticks to take back to his home; his house on the River Louse.
Now that Winter was settling in, Mr Mouse wanted to light a fire and needed some sticks to form the pyre.
Mr Mouse had his head down and therefore not looking where he was going.
Along came a lady Mouse called Hilda with a bag full of shopping.
She was happy and singing and dancing, twirling and hopping.
Hilda was unaware of the Mouse with a house on the River Louse being in the vicinity.
She was feeling hopeful, full of sanguinity.
Mr Mouse still head down looking for sticks didn’t realise Hilda was around.
He had his nose firmly pointing to the ground.
Both mice continued with their missions.
Oblivious to each other and the weather conditions .
Mr Mouse, head down turned to his left, Hilda twirling and hopping turned to her right.
Suddenly they clashed and caused each other such a fright.
Hilda clutched Mr Mouse very tight.
Mr Mouse apologised and pulled Hilda up off the floor.
He offered to show Hilda to his front door, Mr Mouse was very proud of his house on the River Louse.
The two mice had afternoon tea and sat warming themselves by the fire.
Soon it was time for Hilda to retire to her own home but they made plans to meet the very next day.
This time Mr Mouse would not have his nose in the hay.
They would walk and talk and have plenty to say.
Until the light faded from the day and the Moon came out to play.
In less than 2 months they had fallen in love and were married on the river by a dainty turtle dove.
Now they were together night and day.
Mr Mouse still searched for sticks with his nose in the hay.
Hilda still did the shopping all the while twirling, dancing and hopping
Together they had 12 children of their own.
Now they always had company, and neither ever felt alone.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
She came from a tropical island,
Dark skin and darker hair.
In my head, she was Jeanne Duval,
And I was Baudelaire.
I wrote her poetry every day,
To less than rave reviews,
"It's really not my kinda ting",
Apologised my muse.
Suffice to say, it didn't last,
Though it lasted for a time.
And I burned that final sonnet,
That I couldn't get to rhyme.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
Those days were so hot
And I remember we had never fought.
Both of you were my best friends forever
I should've known forever lasts never.
Then came September
We fought so much,remember?
When I apologised for no mistake you said drama done?
Since that day I've never seen the sun.
You said my voice irritated you to death
That's the day I should've known it was our last breath.
I still tried and we again became friends
But that friendship was hollow and this is how it ends
I might be okay but I'm not fine at all
Why does it seem I'm at the other end of the wall?
I know the magic is lost, lost between the silence
You said there was reliance in our alliance when there was only defiance.
You seem to be happy,happy with him
You now tell false stories to 'em
My mother once told me friendship doesn't last
Only now I know she was right when my eyes blast.
I considered that summer to be the best days,
How couldn't I feel the hot summer rays?
You gave me a nickname and called me hamster
Tears come to my eyes remembering the last semester.
You're both good actors after all
I was the one who had to pay all the toll
When I got upset you never ringed the phone
I guess all you wanted was me to moan
Summer'13 you were so rude
You ruined me and my mood
I curse you and I'm glad you're gone
I wish you never were on.
Then came evil October and matter became worse
I wonder which witch spell her curse?
I made new friends because I had no choice
Ah,I still remember you said you hated my voice.
You said you don't care,no more
That day yo made me cry so more
You trusted the boy who was seeking revenge
I know he's the one who fed you with hatred through syringe
Those words those lines hurt me, hurt me deep inside
I bet all the memories are going to forever reside
To be honest, I want you back in my life
But then I just can't forgive you for I don't want to be again stabbed with a knife.
I had so many plans,so many dreams
But well life isn't like it always seems
I hope both of you have a happy life ahead
Ha!best friends forever,I remember you said.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Stuck within grief's gripping claws
for a dead mother
and a dormant love.
I may as well curb this anxiety
for the impending carcinogenic
destruction of *******
with that of my lungs.
He avoided my gaze -
I saw his iced eyes
melt - and he
apologised, apologised.
Speechless, cigarette hindering words,
and stark sunlight blinding vision
I suddenly felt sleepy.
As though I could melt
into the earth,
return to my mother,
and forget this perpetual
malaise.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
And he showed me
his arthritic hands;
pink ginger roots,
digits disorganised
& apologised
for not being able
to carry his own
suitcase
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 6:04 AM UTC
First friends,
To best friends... he worked his way up.
Sharing memories and passion.
My heart in his hands... soon he would cup.
My friends they all judged me,
"He only wants one thing...",
"You just aren't ment to be."
I was blinded by love,
I told all my friends to leave.
I had grown (or so I thought)
I now wore my heart on my sleeve.
We were soon to be married,
For some reason he was eager for speed.
I figured I had cold feet so I let him take the lead.
Then one day I came home at an unexpected hour,
In my apartment on my bed he released his secrets to my heart in a shower.
He admited what he had done was bad.
He apologised and cried he didn't think of what his actions would cost.
He was not the only one that day who had something they had lost.
How could I possibly allow myself to trust again?
It is over and done with for him,
A thing of the past... the light on it shines dim.
My heart now hides in this cavity alone.
It had been to scarred from the past for this wound to be sewn.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
I've seen her once before,
Two years ago to be exact.
I followed her through an art exhibition,
A Tim Burton exhibition in fact.
Thoughts of her pale face,
Taunted me for years.
Like film reels, pictures played in my head.
From ear to ear.
Year to year.
I politely apologised to the people I ran into.
Never before had apologies fallen from my mouth,
So insincere.
My mind was on auto-pilot,
My body was in flight.
The people I nudged past were merely complications in the weather.
Storms, on a grey sky night.
She walked into a room,
Not a soul inside.
And as sure as I was unsure,
I trailed behind.
When I entered the room,
With not a soul inside,
She was not there.
Had she gone outside?
Had she disappeared into the brisk air of the night?
I despised myself for such anticipation
Well **** me,
Had I been deceived?
Why would my mind play such unpleasant tricks on me?
And enforce a false sense of reality?
The epitome of deceitful lust.
Was my mind, like most things in my life
Something I would have to learn,
Not to trust?
Two years later,
I saw her once more.
And two years later
Her pale face, I explored.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
When I gave up, I pretty much just stopped, like two feet firmly planted into quicksand. I just stopped.
When I could no longer take a step, I just let my arms fall down to my side, fingers spread and just sighed.
Chin tucked to my chest, an even breath, then a scream that only echoed on the inside.
When I stopped screaming, I was still sinking and the crushing absence of movement made me bold. I struggled and I flailed but to no avail did I become free from the quicksands hold.
Within reach of my fingertips was a ghostly branch, from a tree that had weathered sicknesses untold. But still that tree reached out for me and as I took hold of it's ghastly brittle fingers, and even now in my mind it lingers, I took that tree out by the roots to sink in cahoots beside me, lingering in this quicksand.
I immediately apologised profusely to the tree that now sinks beside me.
The tree answered back, no, please it was I that lacked the fortitude to save thee.
Oh no! I thought, it was my troubled mind that led me to sink so deep, it was me who should weep quicksand tears for the tree who fell for me so blindly!
So me, and the tree, used each other, you see, one to stay afloat and the other to lay down finally,
to hold another up kindly.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Imagine your favourite celebrity bumped into you
On a busy side walk, and quietly apologised
Before slipping off, back into the crowd
And stole your heart in the process
Imagine your favourite actor bumped into you
Looking for a place to lay low for a while
And to pass the time you got to know them
And the whole time, they seemed impressed
Imagine accidentally dialling the wrong number
And your favourite singer answers the phone
And shyly you apologise, and they tell you it's fine
And the whole time you're mentally celebrating
Now, imagine after all this has happened
Or only one of the above
And you didn't have a friend to share it with
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
12 Months
Spent trying to make you love me
For me.
The way I loved you,
For you.
12 Months.
You ignored me, and left me alone.
By myself.
The way I wouldn't,
Leave you be.
8 Months.
You've apologised for treating me,
So badly.
When I showed you the good
In yourself.
8 Months
Is 8 Months too late.
For me to forgive
The harsh words,
You threw at me
20 Months
Of hurt and heart ache
On both sides
So just leave me alone,
before I can admit
to you
and myself
That I still need to know you're ok.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
contagion of hope
her soft blonde hair brushed back
over one pierced ear
the tones of her eye was one of hesitation
i asked her of what such a beauty could fear
after all she would have a thousand strong souls
to nail their backs to a wall at a
word from her feather light lips
but she insisted that the soft touch of her cheek was enough
to be a contagion of hope
to even the most desperate of soulless men
i must have been mad
because i did stop to caress that sweet face with my weary eyes
i sought out her lock and key heart
and found that she desired to be desired but never touched
and there came a burning in the dark forest of my mind
i would wander a time without count before i would see the burning for sadness
meanwhile she apologised profusely but could not contain her dream to flee
and away she rode on a black mare
'her riding clothes brown leathers from Portugal
and they were as soft to the eye as she
she spoke quick to the man at the gate
and he shut out the night
and sealed her eyes with tears
so i kept the watch though i am no professional solider
her companions did sneer at my reckless behaviour
but she in passing let one hand trail over my face
that left welts on my soul
what price is a good price for such heartache
"such is love" she said to me
and i began to see that i could never save her from herself
she will forever ride from one ancient kingdom
of bone dry dust to the next
forever unfulfilled but forever loved
by her army of nights in shining armour
desperate to save her from her own distress
her ice cold lips are painted this night
a light shade of pink
and what a thousand strong souls wouldn't do to feel
their tender touch
but iv been in that prison
and in the morning i shall ride free
of this blinding hope
i can bear no more flags of the hearts defeat
the last i saw her
she lay swooning at the gate
one breast bared
and her handsome knights milling about
in a panic
forever unfulfilled but forever loved
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC