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"jeopardized" poems
Seek freedom from the anxious mind For, you have the freedom to choose Break the shackles of intimidation Claim your freedom for the sleeping madness Wake up to a world of freedom, for it’s yours Freedom for the prejudices and the dogmas Claim your freedom for the untrusting world Freedom beckons you from the deepest caverns Thwart the advances of violence, and seize freedom Do not pay heed to the abusive words As your freedom to speak up is jeopardized The weakest of hearts and minds, resort to violence And their abode inside is wrecked by loss of freedom You freedom will come when you walk out Opening the gates of your heart to freedom The weak personalities seeks to strangle freedom To dominate the beautiful souls, as they feel threatened Assert your freedom; this is becoming a puppet’s world Always made to act when the strings are pulled There is a world full of love and freedom waiting for you You just have to cross the threshold of the murky world Only you can win your freedom, if you choose to Seek freedom, and slam the door on the world of captivity © Amitav (Radiance)
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Freedom
First I fell for your eyes With hazel specks and inviting guise Then I fell for your laugh Uneven and hearty and somewhat shy. Soon I fell for your hands Then your lips, your brain, and incredible drive— Your truths, your dreams, your curious smile Your biggest regrets and most convincing lies. And now I’ve fallen for you. And all at once it feels jeopardized— I fear to confess Those 3 little words that Historically have been so weaponized.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
I ———— You
I see you trapped, Among insanity, Among bad decisions. Among regret. I know that I can't help you, But more than anything, I know that I will be there. I know that this is only the beginning. There is long journey ahead, And I will be there every step, No matter what. Because I love you. I know this now. After everything, I realize life is too short, To leave words unsaid. I want to tell you I love you. I want to tell you I'll never leave your side. That I've broken down too many times to count, Because you jeopardized your life. I want you here. I want to bust you out, Of the imprisonment, Of your own thoughts. I want to fix you. I want to make you realize, How dear your life is, To all of these people. These unsaid words, Burn on the tip of my tongue. They sting in the air in front of me. They burn along with the tequila. I wish I could tell you now, But it must wait. ...Again.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
Unsaid.
Tears wept like droplets beneath a faulty pipe; for the braves A woman stranded wondering, Is this the last goodbye? A man stood pondering petrified, contemplating his demise An infant unable to comprehend, yet she nonetheless cries A captain sat perplexed, These lives are jeopardized An ocean parting waves coupled by parting waves The horizon sits between them as an autumn sky.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
Parting Ways
My mind is slowly beginning to collapse As I go into a state of distress I enter my pensive zone Which is the only way I seem to clear my mind I hear your offensive tone of voice So I hinder your aggressive words That some how always gets to my brain And torments the remaining of my fragile ego You have jeopardized every piece of my heart But I let you do it just because I can't stand the perception Of you dismissing my existence We provoked each other into anger And it keeps escalating to something worse Our dissensions are unbearable So we need to replay our Sunrise of desired conceptions I escape my afflicted realm Where you once invaded my blurred memories Wishing you were in my presence I reminisced on some of our happy hours Thinking it would return Not noticing the trickles of water Concealing my vision
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Reminiscing
Not for the faint-hearted The highest peak is Unconquerable is its tip Cold and misty, A stairway to heaven! Bold climbers ignore Step is the slope, Help is the rope, And the peak is their hope. Surmounting the rocks Resisting the freezing air Holding back against the pull of gravity Should the climbers do With the vertical That seemed infinite. Escapade began. In their heart, they held The step and hope. Crouching on the frosting rocks They moved higher and higher. 'Till they could glance At the abyss of horizons. Passing the halfway, Wild fortune they met. Wind with wrath roared. There came a snowstorm! Hope began to melt Their shriveling souls, too. Buried. Vertically jeopardized. Lives ended with the limit. Another team conquered The mighty mountain. Aroused a sense of adventure Spirits unleashed, Saying altogether, "We can!" As tightly holding the guide And pathway's light - Their nation's proud "stars ans stripes." Valiance flashed on their faces. Higher and higher they went Calmness danced with the rustling cool wind Glaring were the ice flakes Of noontime sun The journey was near to its end. Yet, a huge running bunch of snows met them. Keen climbers bombarded Explosive things. Boom! A hole was formed. They went down Into the hide site-like hole Awaited the "limit" to pass by then, it came. The hole was filled Shivering with cold Heroes bombarded again... Light rays entered as Dazzling as their smiles. Escapade continued. 'Till they stood and yelled The voice of victory, Overcoming the vertical's limit, On their success, On the most awe-inspiring place of their dreams - The earth's highest pinnacle!
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
Vertical's Limit
Not for the faint-hearted The highest peak is Unconquerable is its tip Cold and misty, A stairway to heaven! Bold climbers ignore Step is the slope, Help is the rope, And the peak is their hope. Surmounting the rocks Resisting the freezing air Holding back against the pull of gravity Should the climbers do With the vertical That seemed infinite. Escapade began. In their heart, they held The step and hope. Crouching on the frosting rocks They moved higher and higher. 'Till they could glance At the abyss of horizons. Passing the halfway, Wild fortune they met. Wind with wrath roared. There came a snowstorm! Hope began to melt Their shriveling souls, too. Buried. Vertically jeopardized. Lives ended with the limit. Another team conquered The mighty mountain. Aroused a sense of adventure Spirits unleashed, Saying altogether, "We can!" As tightly holding the guide And pathway's light - Their nation's proud "stars ans stripes." Valiance flashed on their faces. Higher and higher they went Calmness danced with the rustling cool wind Glaring were the ice flakes Of noontime sun The journey was near to its end. Yet, a huge running bunch of snows met them. Keen climbers bombarded Explosive things. Boom! A hole was formed. They went down Into the hide site-like hole Awaited the "limit" to pass by then, it came. The hole was filled Shivering with cold Heroes bombarded again... Light rays entered as Dazzling as their smiles. Escapade continued. 'Till they stood and yelled The voice of victory, Overcoming the vertical's limit, On their success, On the most awe-inspiring place of their dreams - The earth's highest pinnacle!
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Not for the faint-hearted The highest peak is Unconquerable is its tip Cold and misty, A stairway to heaven! Bold climbers ignore Step is the slope, Help is the rope, And the peak is their hope. Surmounting the rocks Resisting the freezing air Holding back against the pull of gravity Should the climbers do With the vertical That seemed infinite. Escapade began. In their heart, they held The step and hope. Crouching on the frosting rocks They moved higher and higher. 'Till they could glance At the abyss of horizons. Passing the halfway, Wild fortune they met. Wind with wrath roared. There came a snowstorm! Hope began to melt Their shriveling souls, too. Buried. Vertically jeopardized. Lives ended with the limit. Another team conquered The mighty mountain. Aroused a sense of adventure Spirits unleashed, Saying altogether, "We can!" As tightly holding the guide And pathway's light - Their nation's proud "stars ans stripes." Valiance flashed on their faces. Higher and higher they went Calmness danced with the rustling cool wind Glaring were the ice flakes Of noontime sun The journey was near to its end. Yet, a huge running bunch of snows met them. Keen climbers bombarded Explosive things. Boom! A hole was formed. They went down Into the hide site-like hole Awaited the "limit" to pass by then, it came. The hole was filled Shivering with cold Heroes bombarded again... Light rays entered as Dazzling as their smiles. Escapade continued. 'Till they stood and yelled The voice of victory, Overcoming the vertical's limit, On their success, On the most awe-inspiring place of their dreams - The earth's highest pinnacle!
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
Vertical's Limit
Not for the faint-hearted The highest peak is Unconquerable is its tip Cold and misty, A stairway to heaven! Bold climbers ignore Step is the slope, Help is the rope, And the peak is their hope. Surmounting the rocks Resisting the freezing air Holding back against the pull of gravity Should the climbers do With the vertical That seemed infinite. Escapade began. In their heart, they held The step and hope. Crouching on the frosting rocks They moved higher and higher. 'Till they could glance At the abyss of horizons. Passing the halfway, Wild fortune they met. Wind with wrath roared. There came a snowstorm! Hope began to melt Their shriveling souls, too. Buried. Vertically jeopardized. Lives ended with the limit. Another team conquered The mighty mountain. Aroused a sense of adventure Spirits unleashed, Saying altogether, "We can!" As tightly holding the guide And pathway's light - Their nation's proud "stars ans stripes." Valiance flashed on their faces. Higher and higher they went Calmness danced with the rustling cool wind Glaring were the ice flakes Of noontime sun The journey was near to its end. Yet, a huge running bunch of snows met them. Keen climbers bombarded Explosive things. Boom! A hole was formed. They went down Into the hide site-like hole Awaited the "limit" to pass by then, it came. The hole was filled Shivering with cold Heroes bombarded again... Light rays entered as Dazzling as their smiles. Escapade continued. 'Till they stood and yelled The voice of victory, Overcoming the vertical's limit, On their success, On the most awe-inspiring place of their dreams - The earth's highest pinnacle!
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Love is a tough safe to crack, But if you come prepared, with your instructions packed, Brought the right equipment and your mind is intact, You can open it with ease, And receive the treasure that’s trapped. Still there are people, too eager for waiting, Anxiously cracking the safe With the hammer of impatience. But what you’ll end up breaking Is not only the safe Destroying all the treasures enclosed, But also your back, From swinging the hammer too far back. Now in the back of your mind, You’re ****** because you shattered your spine. You can only sit, thinking of the bliss You could have had if you just took your time. Paralyzed from the neck down, and you can believe it, Jeopardized your love life just from swinging That **** hammer of impatience Which made you Love’s paraplegic.
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Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 12:22 AM UTC
Love’s Paraplegic
What a joyous morning smile Waking up to beauty Rolling out of bed To find myself alone Closets are empty as I search Leaving me with shredded threads And scraps of dispair Hangers Are her symbol of imprudent Reackless cuts with scissors We shared a magic moment Pouring wine from the finest vintage Across the land Toasting This magnificent creature While I'm seduced as a drunk We slumbered as one But passionate as jackals A night of remembrance Has jeopardized me How can I repay the apparels of a friend?
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 5:54 AM UTC
Shredding Passion
I can see the truth in the horizon And it doesn’t look very happy I know it cause it reeks of doom And charges to attack me My virginity is jeopardized I’ve been a lie all these years If I was smarter than yesterday I could’ve avoided these fears Spring cleaning has suddenly come And it woke up my nightmares Everyone feels the disappointed Now it’s time for my share It’s the fist of Goliath The sharp sting of a backhand The anticipation hurt like the verdict I've had *** with a man
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
The Frightful Sub-Conscious
If there was a quest for the saddest shade, I'll gladly give the address of my place, Never-fading dull and gray; But Gray, with a little effort would give-away the key to a divine delight; That you hadn't known was always there in white; The white that was tactfully jeopardized; If you know gray, then you know the scent of first rain, Nostalgic yet refreshing. If you know a jeopardized white, you know sadness in disguise Just like the way you smile with your stabbed bleeding heart;
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May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
Gray
Expressing my feelings is so hard The one place where I felt safe Has been jeopardized Like all aspects of life I loose that close to my heart To the most unexpected I always preach Happiness come from within But what If you have a broken heart That can not be easily fixed I don't often feel safe Only a few got it right Yet, they are no longer here Some left in a hurry The others are in heaven One day.. I will be up there And feel safe in His arms
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Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 12:58 PM UTC
safe..
I can drive now with ease All the way into town Without being jeopardized By some slow moving clown My car's in the parking lot Close to the market And I don't walk miles After I park it The isles are clear The checkouts are open Blessed relief Till October I'm hoping Each year they come And each year they go But they're hazardous to your health Cause they drive too **** slow When you least expect it They pull out in front of you Just gawking and talking Enjoying the view A car, an RV Or a trailer that's towed To them it seems They're alone on the road Sometimes I wonder And that's no jive Just how in the hell They got here alive By my father Robert Bennett
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Thank God and RV You're Gone
See the sky, it's burning green, Recanting the tale of the eyesore, It's invading the skyline. A newly created tower of Babel, where none can speak our mother tongue. Some won't listen anyway. The authorities, those powers that be, painted my skyline, with a blaze of green, and somewhat sickly yellow. Jeopardized my locality, Played. a dodgy game of risk. Community spirit evaporates, as big fish businesses, digest all the little fish, Within in the happy village, a.k.a metropolis. It's happening everywhere you see. Through powdered eyes scratched, Itchy and dry, by construction, big builders, the pus, the toxic grip. The scourge on the skyline, Stolen my space, obliterating garden view. If the choice were mine, I'd dress the sky with decadence, with stars, not stripes of colour , Give the council options, Give them half a chance, they'll build upon our forest hills. (C) Livvi
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
BABEL IN MY BACKYARD
Let me; reorganize - Thoughts, feelings, unjustified Cannot see, I cannot feel, but I swear on everything it's real. I could care less, if you don't see This pressure built inside of me - I can't let go, I won't give in Although it seems love just won't win The brain implodes, the heart attacks, Through this pain I don't want you back - Why can't you see, you have to know That I will never love you so. If you could ever awaken, see That I have fallen to my knees - I truly wish that you could know I've always wanted you to go.
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
Jeopardized
Maybe the question you are asking, Should not be directed toward me. Maybe the answer you are seeking, Is right there but you just can't see. Maybe I slipped right off that pedestal. Truth is... I jumped of my own accord. What were you thinking, placing me there? Tell me... didn't you hear a single word? You know a whole lot about me, That which I am and chose to share. Yet still you regard me as "special," As someone for who you truly care. Lessons are sometimes rarely learned, And mistakes? often repeated in vain. You have jeopardized all that is you, "Now stop it! And don't do it again!"
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 5:57 PM UTC
Did You Hear Me?
(a follow-up) Those days, I could still recall clearly When, I did not feel warm hands That would catch me if I ever fell When I took my first steps as a baby... When I had no one to take me to school on my first day Had to cope with fear through my own childly ways, I did many other firsts in my life, On my own, Without the warmth and caring presence of My father.... Somehow, a notion came about... And I reflected long on it... This is an Epiphany in my late summer years... Those days I was without him physically, Were the moments I strongly felt his presence... He would be--- In front of me Beside me Behind me, All those times, taking care of me The only way he could: By invisibly watching over me... While my mother was at work, While I was playing, While in school, While growing up as a teenager... When my safety was jeopardized, He was very much with me... In my dreams, he would comfort me... Talk to me, assuage my fears... Even wanted to take me with him, To save me... And yet, he didn't.... He was selfless in his most unseen But felt ways... During the darkest, scariest, Loneliest, and most difficult moments, I just had to imagine his face, Then things would turn out okay For I felt his presence then... Today, as I reflect on how I got to this age, How I lived my life without him, I have realized, those long-running hours, Were not lost days at all... I now have found my days with my father, For, he is  my guardian angel, He had been, he was, he is, He will constantly be with me... All my days, Here on earth and beyond... All my days... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
"FOUND" DAYS WITH MY FATHER
(a follow-up) Those days, I could still recall clearly When, I did not feel warm hands That would catch me if I ever fell When I took my first steps as a baby... When I had no one to take me to school on my first day Had to cope with fear through my own childly ways, I did many other firsts in my life, On my own, Without the warmth and caring presence of My father.... Somehow, a notion came about... And I reflected long on it... This is an Epiphany in my late summer years... Those days I was without him physically, Were the moments I strongly felt his presence... He would be--- In front of me Beside me Behind me, All those times, taking care of me The only way he could: By invisibly watching over me... While my mother was at work, While I was playing, While in school, While growing up as a teenager... When my safety was jeopardized, He was very much with me... In my dreams, he would comfort me... Talk to me, assuage my fears... Even wanted to take me with him, To save me... And yet, he didn't.... He was selfless in his most unseen But felt ways... During the darkest, scariest, Loneliest, and most difficult moments, I just had to imagine his face, Then things would turn out okay For I felt his presence then... Today, as I reflect on how I got to this age, How I lived my life without him, I have realized, those long-running hours, Were not lost days at all... I now have found my days with my father, For, he is  my guardian angel, He had been, he was, he is, He will constantly be with me... All my days, Here on earth and beyond... All my days... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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They are officials of the state religion They don’t have Muhammad or Jesus in the piety, But the tentacles of their filthy sink deep Into the placental matrix of the revolving state The crudeness and repugnance of their faith Obviously and deeply funded by the state coffer From the jeopardized tax payers, Managed by their blameless adherent son Nourishing all with absolute power To put poor sons of the soil on the coffle In nemesis for their contrasted sanctimony Down to the common grave of seven men.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
SEVEN MEN ON THE COFFLE FOR THE GRAVE
One sure way to escape sin’s perdition is to be not trapped by human tradition that hinders the outpour of God’s spirit, when searching for one’s heavenly lift. For sheer knowledge of religious minds can impede the heart flow of the Divine. For the truest Love require action of us, besides Faith’s development in Whom we trust. A genuine journey of spiritual relationship comes from Christ’s sacrifice and friendship, when we completely accept Him for Who He is. Everyone is surely blessed, when a child of His. With the Lord’s Spirit, there is liberty! Yet proper choices allow us to be truly free - without the fears of life being jeopardized; we just need to throw off… religious exercise. . . . Author Notes: Loosely based on: 2 Cor 3:7-18; Eph 1:3; Psa 24:1-5 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
Poem: Religious Exercise
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
ignoble harness gummed facebook ethics:
How cruel and selfish is the world around me Ogling at my helplessness shamelessly The uSury and profound villainy that so unrelenting In Shambles and crumpled are my hopes To see my self besieged with travesty and blows There aint any outsider to blame Neither do I expect divinity from a total stranger My life seems to be jeopardized by actions of nobody but a man Who is next to me and has always been a reverend Nothing seems right now, nothing seems to be in order Every piece of mine is ravaged and I am fallen Who to blame I don’t know, perhaps who sired me And forgotten the early promises made to see me grow The ink that inked the first few pages with words like warmth grace and ethos Perhaps now have been bewitched ,spewing malice and indecency from thereon From whom to seek answers from , perhaps who is absolute to me My talks a little ecbatic till now , for they just fail every time to derive the whole
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
THE SALVAGED TRUTH
Little hands are reaching out, Broken hearts screaming silent cries. Moving through the veil of life, through the eminence of this death we shall rise. In the presence of the magnitude of her love, this pain is but a pinprick, a thorn upon the roses stem. It shall bloom forever, for the soul knows no end. The planets shift and move, reminding me I can do the same. Our destinies may be carved in stone, but the author is none other than the hand that is our own. She’s spilled her blood and exposed her scars, handles ****** with an elegant grace. No anger in the bones that will rest, her peace un-jeopardized by an unexpected fate. I breathe the moments bedside deep - extract her nectars, her love, her faith. Silently I bow my head, and promise to honor all that is her name. 7/28/18
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
As She Lays Dying
I failed my mother, I'm not what she wanted or expected of me. I failed myself, I made choice that will harmfully affect me. I failed my siblings, Whether or not they were looking up to me. I failed my family, All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be. I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born, Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone, A passive aggressive one man storm. I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet. I yearn happiness. Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow, Long tears because I type slow, Fixing my mistakes and my typos, and here I go. I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again, Meet my first love over again, Enjoy our first kiss over again, Hold her in my arms all over again, But if I could have started over again, I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again. I am sorry. I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again. All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again. I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends, Go the furthest distance for over a friend. But who am I fooling all over All over.... All over nothing again. I am sorry, As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes, that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles, I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized, and my past is already memorized. I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate, I saying it straight, Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways, it may or may not be good enough to reciprocate, but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings. Read it again let it marinate. I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate. Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices a powerful advocate. I am sorry, I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside, and only in God I can confide. I failed my mother, Now she doesn't hold me in high regards, I failed myself because I dropped my guard, I failed my siblings, I made things hard, I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave regards Yet I would do it all over again, Sad reality the realm of regret. We all wish we could do it all over again Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again, and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
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Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
I am Sorry
I failed my mother, I'm not what she wanted or expected of me. I failed myself, I made choice that will harmfully affect me. I failed my siblings, Whether or not they were looking up to me. I failed my family, All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be. I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born, Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone, A passive aggressive one man storm. I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet. I yearn happiness. Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow, Long tears because I type slow, Fixing my mistakes and my typos, and here I go. I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again, Meet my first love over again, Enjoy our first kiss over again, Hold her in my arms all over again, But if I could have started over again, I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again. I am sorry. I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again. All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again. I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends, Go the furthest distance for over a friend. But who am I fooling all over All over.... All over nothing again. I am sorry, As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes, that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles, I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized, and my past is already memorized. I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate, I saying it straight, Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways, it may or may not be good enough to reciprocate, but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings. Read it again let it marinate. I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate. Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices a powerful advocate. I am sorry, I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside, and only in God I can confide. I failed my mother, Now she doesn't hold me in high regards, I failed myself because I dropped my guard, I failed my siblings, I made things hard, I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave regards Yet I would do it all over again, Sad reality the realm of regret. We all wish we could do it all over again Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again, and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
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