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Xander King Sep 2014
WELL I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING INSECURE
I APOLOGIZE FOR WISHING TO HEAR SOMETHING THAT I HONESTLY FIND HARD TO BELIEVE FFS I KNOW I'M ANNOYING AND I KNOW I'M CLINGY AND I KNOW I CARE WAY TO MUCH ABOUT SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T CARE BACK
I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING A HEART THE SIZE OF THE MOON
I APOLOGIZE THAT YOU TOOK A SPACE SHIP AND LEFT YOUR MARK ON IT!
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING FOR ONCE IN A LONG TIME TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE ACTUALLY CARES
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO TALK TO YOU FOR MORE THEN TEN MINUTES
I APOLOGIZE FOR CARING
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
I APOLOGIZE FOR HANGING OFF YOUR WORDS BECAUSE I FIND THEM AMAZING
I APOLOGIZE FOR MESSAGING YOU A COUPLE TIMES IN A ROW BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE TAKES THE TIME TO EVEN LOOK INTO MY HEART AND CARE WHAT I THINK
I APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOUR OPINION
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING A STRAIGHT ANSWER FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF UP AND DOWN ROLLER COASTER **** WHERE ONE DAY YOU MAKE ME THINK YOU CARE THEN THE NEXT IGNORE ME LIKE IM A ******* BEE IN YOUR EAR.
I APOLOGIZE FOR ALWAYS BEING THE FIRST TO MESSAGE YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR PRETENDING TO NOT BE HURT WHEN YOU GIVE ME ONE WORD RESPONSES
I APOLOGIZING FOR KNOWING YOU HAVE DEPRESSION AND KNOWING IT SOMETIMES EFFECTS YOU BUT I CANT TAKE NOT KNOWING IF I AM JUST A BOTHER
I APOLOGIZE I NOTICE WHEN YOU DROP AWAY LIKE A BIRD SHOT OFF A TELEPHONE LINE
I APOLOGIZE FOR GIVING A **** AND FEELING LIKE MAYBE JUST ******* MAYBE YOU MIGHT FEEL THE SAME
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING WHAT YOU WANT
I APOLOGIZE FOR ASSUMING YOU HAVE OTHERS BUT WITH MY PAST HOW COULD I NOT?!?!
I APOLOGIZE FOR SEEING HINT TRACES OF COMPASSION IN YOU THAT MAKES ME FALL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING OKAY EVERY DAY
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT ALWAYS KNOWING WHAT TO SAY OR HOW TO SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY
I APOLOGIZE FOR CARING.
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO READ MORE INTO YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO KNOW THE REAL YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO GET BEHIND YOUR MASK
I APOLOGIZE FOR READING INTO THE SIGNS WRONG BUT THEY LOOK LIKE A FOREIGN LANGUAGE.
I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING HUMAN
AND LASTLY
I APOLOGIZE FOR APOLOGIZING FOR WHAT I DIDN'T DO WRONG.
I wrote this because I realized I was apologizing for wars I didn't start.
MyIner Agony May 2017
Why is Sorry always coming from my mouth but never yours?
Why am I always the one in the wrong?
Hey! Hey! You1 Can't you see I'm trying!
What do you have ears for if you're not gonna use them and LISTEN!
Some would love to have ears that work.
I hope you go deaf trying to yell.
I hope your ears bleed from hearing yourself talk and complain!
Some would risk death to talk like you do.
I hope my demons torture you like they've done me. Going years and years feeling worthless.
I hope you hear me you worthless irrelevant piece of raw crap on a stick!
Apologize… Apologize … you need apologize to me … So apologize … or go through the hell your conscience will put you through for killing me within…
Apologize to me! !
NOW! ! Right Now!
I need an apology… or die of your own mortal words … so i dance on your hell hole.
Den Nov 2013
I don't think we're there yet, kids.
We haven't quite reached deep enough.
We haven't quite grazed the tallest stalagmite of the cave of their hearts,
and yet we act as though we've lived there all this time.
I merely listened, and the steam has worked my engine up,
and I created a monster that existed to be misunderstood.
An expression that has gone to ****.
And I apologize.
I apologize for not apologizing in the first place.
I apologize for not trying to make people understand.
I apologize for writing up a tragedy.
I apologize for writing off your right.
I apologize this all has gone to **** and
I apologize for I don't know how to fix it.
I apologize for being so ignorant
of all the throes of your little tongues.
You matter, too, just not to me, perhaps.
I apologize.
I'll go try to listen a little less and care a little more.
To those of you who are currently giving my friend a ****** time, please accept this poem as an offering. Not necessarily for peace (that's rarely what people want), but for silence.
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,
Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies.
I don't mean the kind of apologies people make when they run over you or borrow five dollars or step on your feet,
Because I think that is sort of sweet;
No, I object to one kind of apology alone,
Which is when people spend their time and yours apologizing for everything they own.
You go to their house for a meal,
And they apologize because the anchovies aren't caviar or the partridge is veal;
They apologize privately for the crudeness of the other guests,
And they apologize publicly for their wife's housekeeping or their husband's jests;
If they give you a book by Dickens they apologize because it isn't by Scott,
And if they take you to the theater, they apologize for the acting and the dialogue and the plot;
They contain more milk of human kindness than the most capacious diary can,
But if you are from out of town they apologize for everything local and if you are a foreigner they apologize for everything American.
I dread these apologizers even as I am depicting them,
I shudder as I think of the hours that must be spend in contradicting them,
Because you are very rude if you let them emerge from an argument victorious,
And when they say something of theirs is awful, it is your duty to convince them politely that it is magnificent and glorious,
And what particularly bores me with them,
Is that half the time you have to politely contradict them when you rudely agree with them,
So I think there is one rule every host and hostess ought to keep with the comb and nail file and bicarbonate and aromatic spirits on a handy shelf,
Which is don't spoil the denouement by telling the guests everything is terrible, but let them have the thrill of finding it out for themselves.
emily grace Aug 2014
i apologize for the way
i can't hold my own
at a party with too much smoke and alcohol
and how
i told you i loved you
when those were the last words you wanted to hear

i apologize for the way
i screamed at you
and relentlessly hurt you
because i couldn't find a way
to cope with my own personal demons

i apologize for never being happy enough for you
and not laughing when i should
and crying too much
over the stupid little things
that made you roll your eyes

and i apologize for trying too hard
for not trying enough
and for the times where
i didn't care if you were even in my life
because i was too stuck on myself
to see that someone actually did care

i apologize for pushing you away
and making you leave
because when someone loves me
i don't know how to deal with it

and eventually
i let it eat away at me
until all that's left
is me
in crumpled up pieces of paper on the floor

i'm sorry i loved you
an apology i've needed to write for a long, long time. how can someone still hurt me when i've been healing for too long?
Dark Ink May 2018
Let me apologize, to begin with because of my body type.
I will NEVER be good enough for anyone to date due to current 'hype.'
You know, the battle of 'bones' vs curves?
Just let me inflate myself to the  right number so I can properly serve
As the perfect specimen for your delicate eyes.
Obviously no one is good enough unless they've got decent thighs.

But just wait a ******* minute, because here I am again:
So let me apologize, to begin with, if I offend
You or your friends who think they're too good
To date someone size zero with some extra love under the hood.
How many times have I heard you exclaim in disgust
Of how large she is and how you'd drown in her,
If you even got near her? I saw you shaking in fear.
From your head to your toes, you were trembling dear.

See I'm told to eat less and maybe, just maybe
But if I was skinny, and let's tell the truth,
You'd be so disgusted by my looks .

I could eat a salad and still gain a pound ,
She could eat a salad and the crunch is the only sound
You hear a mile away and yet you would assume
That burgers and French fries is all that she consumed.
Do you ever stop to think, ladies and gents?
The true beauty of someone isn't based on the number on their pants.

So, let me apologize, to begin with,
If I bruise your massive ego,
But the way to tell if she's the perfect woman is not by your libido
I’ve always been insecure about my size and how I look. I still am ...  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love myself .. but I’m trying to. It takes a lot of self love, confidence and courage to stand up to someone who calls you out.
AllAtOnce May 2015
I'm going to kiss you one time before you leave
Then my heart will beat beat beat until it's free
Just to see what you taste like
Will your eyes be opened or closed
I'll apologize a million times
As we hear the soft sounds of shedding clothes
I'll apologize to you and I'll apologize to her
For everything I ever took you for
As you run your fingers through my hair
And I taste your bittersweet teeth
I hope you're not thinking about me
Oh, I hope you're not thinking about me

I'm going to feel your bones just to get underneath your skin
Life isn't worth living without a few sins, sins, sins
Just so you can plead your innocence with her later  
I hope to god you won't hate her
And I'll apologize a million times
For every time I said I was just fine
As I dress in the shirt you wore yesterday
Don't you dare ask me to stay
I'll apologize to you I'll apologize to her
Because the night faded into a blur
As I ran my fingers through your hair
And tasted your bittersweet teeth
I hope you didn't think about me
Oh, I hope you didn't think about me

I'm going to stand back and watch you go
But I won't stop you, no, no, no
I just wanted to see what you were like
No matter how long I'll wish you hadn't gone
The time we spent together was far too long
So leave me with a song for my lips and sugar for my sins
I'll apologize to you I'll apologize to her
For making things more complicated than they were
Forget that I ran my fingers through your hair
And tasted your bittersweet teeth
I hope you never think about me
Oh, I hope you never think about me
Jeremie May 2020
Never apologize for standing up for your inner child
Never apologize for enforcing boundaries
Never apologize for choosing yourself
Never apologize for choosing to love yourself in this moment
Never apologize for being the knight and hero to your own love story
Never apologize for reclaiming your power
Never apologize for standing in your power.

For God gave the rose beauty,
gentleness and the fragrance of angels
but did not forget to provide it with thorns.  To piece the fingers of those
who would be so careless with its heart ..
Stand tall in your truth and remain grounded in your Love
Keara Marie Jan 2020
The sun doesn't apologize for shining.
The rain doesn't apologize for falling.
The birds don't apologize for singing.
The trees don't apologize for growing.

You don't need to apologize for being.
David Nelson Jun 2010
I apologize(a Rock Ballad)

I toss and I turn
cant sleep at night
because of you

I feel the pain
I've got tears in my eyes
I was so untrue

how could I make you cry
I just wanna die
I was such a fool
how could I break your heart
when you've been the best part
of my life

I apologize,
I was so wrong
I apologize

You gave me your heart
asked me to keep it
safe from the deamons of pain
I closed my  eyes
with a flash my mind
laid it all on the likne'

how could I make you cry
I just wanna die
I was such a fool
how could I break your heart
when you've been the best part
of my life


I apologize,
I was so wrong
I apologize

Gomer LePoet...
Jenni Littzi May 2018
Can you feel it like I can?
My heart is beating fast
Things don’t always last
I honestly accept that
And I am no longer sad

It’s that time, I do apologize
But it eventually comes in life
One really doesn’t call it an end
Just a new cycle that’s beginning
As change happens to everything
There’s no reason to put up a fight
And I apologize, but it’s in my sight

My heart refuses to be closed
Before me, it already knows
My brain won’t stop running
Thinking about what I could do
To manipulate what is fading

It’s that time, I do apologize
But it eventually comes in life
One really doesn’t call it an end
Just a new cycle that’s beginning
As change happens to everything
There’s no reason to put up a fight
And I apologize, but it’s in my sight

I won’t forget the good times
But all I feel are the bad vibes
No goodbyes, just little lies
(As out loud we keep quiet…)

It’s that time, I do apologize
But it eventually comes in life
One really doesn’t call it an end
Just a new cycle that’s beginning
As change happens to everything

…I see it again, it’s starting
I’ll play too, knowing the truth
Distance, trying hard to fight
Lies, but all I can do is apologize
She Writes Nov 2017
I will not apologize
For who I am or how I feel

The sun does not apologize
For shining

The night does not apologize
For being dark

The rain does not apologize
For falling
george glass Jul 2016
dear girl,
i would like to apologize on behalf
of those that will never.
the world lied to you
since you were old enough
to balance a book
to listen, retain,
consume without question

i would like to apologize on behalf
of those that informed you
your value is calculated
by the sum of your parts
that you are worth the contrast of fat deposits
over the angles of fragile bones

i would like to apologize on behalf
of those pining characters they wrote you,
every soul with a haunting disposition
who was given the noble ambition
to invoke longing within those
that remain on the outside
of the glass

because the songs that were sung on the radio
cast you as the the inspiration
but when they painted you lips for love
they denied you the language of narration
and you lived your life thinking
you could invoke magic
if you were only willing
to wait your entire life
for someone else to conjure it

i am sorry
that we filled your head
with empty adjectives
to whisper in your ear
that you were nothing
unless validated by the eyes of strangers
seeing you as nothing more
than a commodity
for which to window shop
and consume

and when they abandoned their casual browsing
their wants transcended your right
to exist
and it was you
they chose to invade
to tear open
because after all,
you were man made
a nail scratching a rib
a void to fill up
with whatever poison they thought you’d look sexier
choking on

dear girl,
i would like to apologize on behalf
of the fact that you remain unnamed,
an improper noun
a caricature,
a statistic,
a silhouette on the back window
mouth a perfect oh
that will never know words

i am sorry that the second
you entered the world with two X’s
they would reduce you
to an exquisite tragedy,
place them over your eyes
and declare that the death of a beautiful woman
is the most poetic thing in the world

i would like to apologize
because this world was never
quite big enough to hold you
and we knew
and we saw
and we opened our mouths,
took a breath,
and we closed them
A Mar 2019
i do apologize that
when i say i miss you
it’s not because you’re far away
but because i want
to feel your lips
against mine

i do apologize that
when i say i miss you
it’s not because
you’re not with me
but because
i miss touching you
under the sheets

i do apologize that
when i say i miss you
it’s not because
you haven’t been around
but because
i want my tongue
between your thighs

i do apologize
when i say i miss you
because what you think
is not what i mean
at all

a.g
manicsurvival Sep 2013
i've been told to never apologize for my art
because art is expression
and expression shouldn't be judged
but i have to apologize for my "art"
because my art is poetry about your cruelty
poetry about my heartbreak
and my drawings are morbid
sketches of crying old men
in the slums of a dark city
or eyes with crow's feet shedding tears
sculptures of distorted faces
with frowns
and red pupils
I'm sorry for digging holes in the sand
rather than building castles
I'm sorry for throwing scripture on the ground
because to me the scripture may as well be dog ****
i've been told to never apologize for my art
but when i think about it
everything that everyone does
is an art form
i will not apologize for my art
if my art is my life
because I AM NOT SORRY
JayJay Oct 2013
the AC kicks on
and the rain falls a little harder
and I think back to you

to what made us fail
this song tells the tail
that its too late to apologize

we were sweet
like candy and tea
but you looked away

my devotion ran deep and red
now its turning blue
and its too late to apologize

we could have worked
if we had kissed
but alas...

the moment fled
and you fell asleep
and its too late to apologize
Tabitha Sullivan Aug 2016
To my son.
This is me, apologizing.....
I apologize for all the bumps in the road. For the nights when I stayed up rocking you unsure of where we would sleep tomorrow.
I apologize that your daddy couldn't be there for your birth, he was there with me until I left for the hospital. Know that he is a good man who got caught up in the wrong woman.
I apologize for all of the times I lost my temper, I never wanted to be a screaming parent and I hope that when you read this you look back and think "but you rarely yelled".
I apologize for never feeling that I was a good mother, I hope that the way I felt about myself never affected your views of self worth.
Lastly I apologize for being just a kid myself trying to raise a better child, if I ever make you feel disappointed, disrespected, angry, or resentful I apologize. I love you with everything that I have... I am trying little bug.... Mommy is trying.
Danish Zia Oct 2014
The day i apologize with a rose,
Rose burn into ashes,
Heart broke as a glass scattered its pieces everywhere,
I apologiz'd .. Oh unkind,
I exclaim'd,
She expose'd.
The day i apologize with a chocolate,
Chocolate melt'd and unshape'd,
Mind struck'd as house fly caught in  web fibric,
I apologize'd .. She asset her goal,
I exclaime'd,
She expose'd.
AaliyahGisele Dec 2017
I apologize for being too kind,
All my kindest moments I wish I can unwind,
Grateful people in this universe are so hard to find,
However, I’ll keep the nice people in my mind,

I apologize for opening my heart,
Especially for those who have no heart,
It’s ok because they weren’t there for me from the start,
Rude people from me, will have to depart,
Of me, they ruin every peace of my art,

I apologize for trying to rekindle things with people who just don’t care about me,
In every situation, I always thought, there could be a “we”

I apologize for stressing over whether people like me or not,
That’s why I don’t have a circle of friends, I just have a dot,

I apologize for not believing my instincts.....
Keeana Calmes Oct 2015
I apologize for my own peace of mind
And you don't even mind
You spit words that burn
Shouting my name, cursing in vain
I'm not even getting a turn.

If I could turn around and take it all back
I would run as fast as I could
away from everything
and into the black.

I apologize because I know you can't
You can't own up to what you did
All the scars and ripped up t-shirts
Here I am screaming,
I'm just a kid.

I apologize because it hurts inside
When everything you say turns into lies.
You like the colour red, I remember you telling me that.
I'm like the colour blue.

You turned me lilac,
And I apologize for that because you realized blue and red don't mix
Now it's something you can't fix
And im left a mess.

I apologize, to put my head to rest.
Written for my ex boyfriend when he couldn't apologize to me.
jeffrey conyers Apr 2013
Loving you.
I apologize not.
For I'm sincere about doing it to you.

You've been everything I requested in my life.
So I apologize not for loving you.

If we should ever depart.
No negative words with come from my heart.
For at one time in my eyes.
You was a great example of a shining star.

Belive me.
No disasterous poems.
No get back at you book.

Cause I hold you highly after all the harm.
But we still together.
So I apologize not for loving you.

You're the dream.
That jumped from my imagination.
A total joy to know.
And of course to love.

So I apologize not.
No way.
No how.
The Truth Apr 2014
I felt bad about that day
When I shot, stabbed, and threw you away
I felt regret, I felt agonized
Is it to late to Apologize?

I attacked you, and hit you hard
I left you buried in my backyard
I tried to dig you, but you weren't there
I gave you pain that I cannot bear
I made it up to you by suicide
Is it to late to Apologize?

I felt misery I cannoit lie
But I promise you, I did try
I looked for you everyday
I just could not stay away
I tried and tried every night
Hoping that I just might make it right.
I then became traumatize
So tell me, Is it to late to Apologize?
Grace Ann May 2018
I used to love apologies
When you’d admit your wrongness in lew of
my rightness my pride did somersaults
with my ego
I would spend hours admiring their
acrobats and my posture would reflect
their newly practiced muscles with ease
Your apologies were music to my ears
until the bow broke the string
Now the music isn’t right
The gentle hum of my ego doesn’t find
comfort in your shame anymore
I now beg you to stop the music
It has become a terrible scream
A high pitched ringing no one else can
hear but I swear it’s there and I’m not just
crazy or lacking potassium
I want to grab a needle and thread and
sew your mouth shut before you can ever
apologize again
You cannot control the weather
Don’t apologize when I say that I’m cold
You cannot control my sleeping habits
So don’t apologize when you hear how I
couldn’t sleep last night because I
was craving something but didn’t know what
it was and I couldn’t go to bed without it
Don’t apologies to me
When you say you’re sad please don’t
apologize
We are all sad sometimes
There is no shame in realizing our
happiness is only skin deep sometimes
When you say you don’t understand the
joke I just made please don’t apologize
I promise I will explain it to you differently
even if it loses its humor that way
I know you can’t control how your brain
deciphers the meaning of words
When you read my expressions wrong
please don’t apologize
It was my fault for not seeing your
hesitation and confusion and failing to
comfort your headspace with promises
that I’m not mad or upset
I promise it’s just my face and you
heard me the wrong way
That’s okay
I hear things wrong sometimes too
But please don’t apologize for being you.

          ---Autism is funny that way
JoAnna Nelson Jan 2018
The reason why I apologize
So profusely over the tiniest of things
Is because I always feel as though
I am a bother and annoyance so
I want the person to be aware that
I am truly sorry for the mishap
I may have brought about or the wrong words that may have come out of my mouth
Because in the past I had to apologize again and again
A million sorries I must have said
Just to get the point across
Just to assuage the anger I unintentionally caused
I apologize repeatedly
Because I fear not being taken seriously
When I say sorry I mean it with all of my heart
I apologize even when people say I am not at fault
Because in the past I was always the one guilty
I was always in the wrong
Because when that rage came up and rolled along
It rolled right over me
And so I said sorry
I said sorry to the steamroller for being in its way
And for the broken bones and bruises on my heart that I carried for days
I apologize for apologizing
Because I know I must sound so repetitive and annoying
But I feel as though I can't apologize enough
To make up for and cover up
Whatever sin I may have committed against the one I am apologizing to
Because when you say it’s okay I always fear it’s not true
Because in the past those hiccups and bumps
That weren't even my fault were held against me for months
No matter the amount of times I said sorry and meant it
And the number of times I tried to fix
The mangled mess that wasn't mine but that I was still apologizing for
It was like going to war
But I waged it and gave my best effort
To stitch and sew up the jagged cuts
Of long angry nights and an alcohol filled gut
But failed and then apologized when the seams ripped and tore
Because no matter what I did was going to restore
What used to be
Or repair the damage that happened before me
And so I am sorry for that
That I couldn't make it better because I lacked
Whatever it was you were looking for
But that constant state of feeling guilty is what sent me out the door
And I am free of that weight now
But I still feel the need to say sorry for every little mistake now
Thanks to you I sound like a record stuck on repeat
So I’m sorry that I say sorry too much
But I never know when enough sorries are enough
CJ Tims Nov 2018
I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.
unwritten Aug 2014
some people don't believe in ghosts,
but i am not one of those people,
because you are a ghost
in every sense of the word.

//

i am sorry
for breaking you,
and i know
that i can say "i'm sorry"
until my lungs run dry
and my heart slows to a stop,
and even then
it will not be enough.

how can you apologize
for tearing someone's heart apart,
and walking away
as the tattered strings litter the ground?

how can you apologize
for bringing someone up
out of the murky depths
only to, just as quickly, loosen your grip
and let them fall back under
once more?

how can you apologize
for carving your name into the core of someone's heart
with a knife,
then leaving,
with that aching carving being the only lingering trace?

how can i apologize
for what i've done?

//

some people don't believe in ghosts,
but i stabbed you in the heart
and left you to bleed out
as i walked away and turned a blind eye
to your sorrow.

some people don't believe in ghosts,
but i know i deserve this haunting.

(a.m.)
1 a.m. thoughts
i'm sorry
MAJD S Nov 2013
I apologize if my eyes,
Tend to wander into your worlds.
Penetrating the walls you’ve built,
To get a sneak peek into your last nights
And next years
And what are you doing todays.
I apologize,
If my ears air-waved into your waving dictions,
Dropping tones,
Dimming voices,
Dictating the peace you want yourself to attain
Through the side conversations
And the cocktail effects
Attending, to what you’re not aware of.
And I wasn’t aware that you are going to treat me that way;
I gave you my heart over dinner
Last night; under the table your family was sitting on-
As we put on our decorous smiles
And threw our shy giggles;
Cracking up with strong inner laughter within,
Because the same
Lost, upset, wild
Shoot first ask later couple
Are pretending to blush over “grown up” jokes
Made by our fathers
To test our inner surfaces;
I gave you my heart over dinner last night,
And that was
THE last night;
Because my heart and yours
Stopped exercising their vividness
On a Tuesday morning.
They, stopped writing musicals of us,
For my heart was executed
And yours got shattered-
Nowhere to be found;
Martyred in between the lines of a political message
They wrote with your blood
Forgetting about mine,
They carved their letters
With the nymph in a black sweater;
And the river that she used to own,
Took her away
Before anyone can see,
The disfigured goddess now list in the sea
Of blood-of my thoughts and reflections.
My voice,
Now layered into dissimilar tones;
The lowest, is the one I use to constantly pray for you
And the highest is for me to scream for your fallen eyes.
I stand steady
Against the tidal waves
And write on the walls
The poetry I kept inside,
The walls you’ve built;
The walls everyone builds
And I try to penetrate
To get a sneak peek
Of their last night’s
And next year’s
And what are you doing today’s.
Because my walls are destroyed
My pillars are demolished
My life is but a living memory of hers,
And my eyes are nothing but thieves,
Staring their way to steel the words
From the faces in the crowd
In order to write something
That can get me to forget
That I am mourning;
That in my head plays a sad guitar,
With a silent base
And a lost drum beat.
I apologize for writing this,
For letting your eyes conquer these papers
For letting your ears hear those words.
I apologize for feeling the urge to apologize
But that’s what I grew up on
And no one can seem to get rid of their bad habits…
Here's to the fallen martyrs of our mistakes.
alasia Jul 2017
I should apologize for the days I am withdrawn. This is not what you signed up for. I should apologize for when I don't want to speak or communicate with touch or when I want to be without you but also do not. My indecisiveness is appalling: and I should apologize for that. But today I do not want words. I do not want to be felt because I feel you grabbing and pulling instead of caressing and comforting. You have not done anything wrong. I am just mean. I am just inside myself today and when you want to know what is up I want you to accept that I say the sky instead of pressing for more. My thoughts are poison right now. You shake me like a magic eight ball and I keep thinking try again later but saying not likely. I have the capacity to be kind but my words are pinpricks in your chest and every time I claw you with my numbness I inwardly cringe because I don't mean it, I am sorry, and I should apologize. But I can't. I can not bring myself to vocalize that I am not okay because you'll want to help and I don't want to be okay. Not yet. I want to hide in my closet and cry without company. I want time to myself today. But I don't want to hurt you. I am sorry. You are no burden. I am withdrawing. Not from you, but from me. I don't want to be kind, or resilient, or strong today. I just want to fold into myself, I want to be small and insignificant. I am tired of being fun and happy, it's tiring work. I need time to be low without an interrogation. I just want to be empty for a moment. And I should apologize.
Heavens-Rain Oct 2015
Don't apologize for compassion
If when you see
Someone hurting
And you feel their pain
While a tear finds it way down your cheek
Don't apologize
When you have experienced a low
And then someone you know
Goes through that same low
Then you reach out a hand
To help that person up
Don't apologize
Be strong enough
To feel what you feel
With no apology needed
spysgrandson Dec 2014
I could
apologize for writing all
these words, ones that I seem
to have picked from piles of trash,
heaps I found while walking this flat earth  
giant stale stacks of others’ discarded stories,
beer bottles, cell phones, and smashed
light bulbs

I could
apologize for boring you
for being a purloining recycler,
of all those fetid finds, of all those relics  
though I am certain I didn’t know what
my larcenies and other crimes were,
until after I committed them

I could
apologize for ALL my sins,  
and beg for absolution, say I am simply sorry  
for being born, for breathing and producing  
carbon dioxide, though plants
have never complained
Nora Jan 2015
Recognize the body in the mirror and apologize.

Apologize to those weak arms for holding weaker bodies.

To those bloodshot eyes looking into blank souls.

For your chapped lips kissing blades.

Apologize to your cold skin for trying to be warmed up by burnt out fires.
False Poets Oct 2017
does the moon get tired?

~for the children who never tire of moon gazing upon the dock,
by the light of the fireflies,
till the angels are dispatched by Nana,
to sprinkle sleepy dust in their eyelashes so long and fine~


<•>
while walking the dog I no longer have,
a happenstance glanceable up over the River East,
there you were, mr. moon, in all your fulsomeness ,
surrounded by a potpourri of courtier clouds,
all deferentially bowing, waving,
passing past you at a demure royal speed on their way
perhaps,
to Rebecca's northern London,
of was it south to grace of  v V v's Texas^,
in any event,
the cloudy ladies, all bustling and curvaceous,  
all high stepping in recognition of your exalted place,
Master of the Night Sky

We,
the word careless, poets excessive,
sometimes called silly poppies, old men,
left footed, still crazy after many years,
most assuredly poets false all of us,
without a proper prior organized thought train,
outed,
bludgeon blurted,
an inquiry preposterous and strange,
strait directed to the sombre face,
to mister moon himself!

tell me moon, do you ever tire?*

the obeisant clouds shocked
as that face we all uniform know,
unchanged anywhere you might go  to gaze, be looking upon it,
watched the moon's face turn askew.

He looking down at our rude puzzlement,
with a Most Parisian askance,
a look of French ahem moustacheoed disbelief,
while we watched as the moon cherubic cheeks
filled with airy atmosphere,
then he sighed

so windy winding, was it,
so mountain high and river deep,
that those chubby clouds were blown off course,
from a starless NYC sky
all the way past Victoria Station,
only to stop at Pradip and Bala's
mysterious land of
bolly-dancing India,
on their way to Sally's Bay of Manila,
magic places all!

Mr. Moon looked down at this one tremulous fool representative  
(me) and in a voice
basso beaming and starry sonorous,
befitting its stellar positioning,
squinting to get a closer look at the
who in whom
dare address him in such an emboldened manner!

Mmmmm, recognize you, you are among those
who use my presence, steal my lighted beams, my silver aura,
my supermoon powered light, borrow my eclipses,
reveal my changeling shaped mystery without permission,
only mine to give, you tiny borrowers who write that thing,
p o e t r y

head and kneed, bowed and bent,
I confessed
(on y'alls behalf)

we take your luminosity and don't spare you
even a tuppence, a lonely rupee, no royalties paid
to you-up-so-highness,
and we hereby apologize for all the poets
without exception,
especially those moon besotted,
only love poem writing,
vraiment misbegotten scoundrels....

with another sigh equality powerful,
mr moon pushed those clouds across the Pacifica,
all the way to the  US's West Coast,
up to Colorado,
where moon-takings from the lake's reflecting light
so perfect for rhyming, kayaking,
and moonlight overthrowing,
once more, the moon taken and begotten,
nightly,
as heaven- freely-granted

yes, I tire
and though  here I am much beloved,
usually admired though sometimes even blackened cursed,
seen in every school child's drawing,
in Nasa's calculations,
of my influential gravitational pull,
moving human hearts
to love and giving Leonard a musical compositional hint,
and while this admirable devotion is most delighting,
would it upset some vast eternal plan,
if but one of you once asked,
you fiddler scribblers
my prior permission,
even by just, a lowly
mesmerizing evening tide's tenderizing glance?

yes, I tire,
even though my cycles are variable,
my shape shifting unique, my names so at variance
in all your many musical sing-song dialectical languages,
my sway, my tidal currents so powerful a deterrence,
unlike my boring older sunny cousine  who just cannot get over
how hot looking she is,
I,  so more personally interesting,
yet you use me as if I were a fixture,
on and off with
a tug of the chain string,
never failing to appear,
even when feeling pale yellow and orange wan,
and worse,
mocked as an amore pizza pie,
do you ever ask how I am doing?

yes, I tire,
of my constant circuitous route that changes ever so slowly,
but yet, too fast for me to make some nice human acquaintances, especially those young adoring children
who give me their morn pleasurable squeals when they awake and my presence still there,
a shining ghost of a guardianship protector still
watching over them

how oft in life do we presume,
take for granted
grants so extra-ordinary
that we forget to remember
the extra
and see only the ordinary

how oft in life do we assume,
the every day is always every,
until it is not,
only an only
a now and then,
till then,
is no longer a
now*

<>
oh moon, oh moon,
our richest apologies
we hereby tender and surrender,
our arrogance beyond belief,
what can we offer in relief?

silence heard loud and clear,
mr. moon was gone,
a satellite in motion,
so our words burnt up in the atmosphere
unheard

we did not weep
nor huff and puff,
blow those clouds back to us,
for we knew
the extraordinary
would return tomorrow,
we will be ready,
better another day,
to prepare
a lunar composition,
a psalm of hallelujah praise,
for mr. moon
of which
mr moon will never tire,
for filled with the perma-warmth
of our affection
for the one we call mr.moon
False Poets is a collective of different poets who write here, in a single voice,
hence the confusing interchangeable switching of the pronouns.    sorry bout that.


^ HP - give them back the claimed  V name!
jeffrey conyers Sep 2012
I apologize for you loving me.
I made mistakes over constantly.
Even to the point of you leaving me.

And
I could write you a sad letter.
Except, what would it matter?
When you mind's made up.

With this pain inside of you.
I apologize for you loving me.
You came direct.
When you stated you didn't want your heart broken.

But like a clown.
I took them words.
As if you mispoke them.

Was it foolish pride?
I  was working on.
Or just afraid to be alone.
Oh, I apologize for you loving me.
Emmy Anne Apr 2015
you ask me whats wrong
i explain how you hurt me
you yell at me
i apologize
04/20/15

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