"refunded" poems
Words once spent cannot be refunded,
And harsh words between lovers
Cut twice as deep. I can erase the horrible things I say,
But a wound is still left on you, the person I love the most.
I will clean and dress that wound for you, until it closes
And heals, and I will kiss it each day, until the pain fades away,
And leaves behind nothing but the tiny scar,
which we add to the collection of the scars we both bear,
And the list of trials and tribulations that have made our love stronger.
Knowing my words hurt you so, rips my intestines out trough my mouth,
Flays my skin with a razor made of salt, and dunks my feelings
In a vat of acid,
And it is what I deserve
For hurting someone who does so much for me,
And grants me the freedom to be me.
I can say I'm sorry until the frozen hell melts again,
And it wont make a difference,
I will instead, show you I am sorry,
From this day forward
I won't cut you again,
My goblin of cruel words is dead.
Your love helped me **** it.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 6:55 AM UTC
This bright new day... complete with
24 hours of opportunities, choices, and attitudes
cannot be exchanged, replaced or refunded,
so handle it with care and make the most of it
for there is only one per person.
There are no mistakes, only lessons
so love yourself, trust your choices,
and everything is possible and don't let
your circumstances harden you so much
that you become resentful and afraid,
just let them soften you and make you kinder
because you always have that choice.
Whether you accept life or not
is not really a choice because
really the only choice is how
and always know that "heaven on earth"
is a choice that you must make,
not a place that you find.
We have two choices in this life
and they are to accept things the way they are
or to accept responsibility for changing them
and know that in a time of crisis
all expectations, all pride and all fear of embarrassment or failure
will just fall away leaving only
what is truly important.
Once we start to see the beauty of love and life,
the ugliness that is all around us
starts to disappear and we can begin to enjoy
the life that we are in and we can also realize
that all of the peace, wisdom and joy in the universe
is already within us and we don't have to
gain, develop, or attain them because
all we really need to do is to open our eyes
and realize what is already here
and who we really are.
Learn much from those who have gone before you
and from them learn perfect patience, perfect wisdom,
perfect compassion and always believe
that you will ultimately succeed
at whatever you do,
never forgetting the value of persistence
and never forgetting that the highest
form of wisdom is kindness.
Learn to live for others and they will live for you
and learn that the problem is not that there are problems
but that the problem is expecting otherwise
and know that our time here is limited
so don't waste it living someone else's life which
will lead to strange days indeed. Jon York 2013
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
I am a firm believer that love potions would make the world go round
Nobody would be broken by love
and all spoken love would be words forced down someone's throat
and everyone would be allowed a token of love
and once the token was spent it wouldn't be refunded
and when one would like to make an exchange,
rather than being forced into solitude, they would just drink more of that forbidden poison
and forced words would be acceptable
and no one would have more tokens of love than others
and no one would be broken
and every word that be spoken
would be product of a token
and everyone would have a flask of love
and everybody would be drunk and happy
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
My heart is like loose change,
some times that lucky penny
is lost and never refunded.
But some times that little coin
that was just covered in lint is
rubbed and a new gleam is found.
*"Can you dispense a moment and spend
a thought on each others heart beats,*
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Obnoxious arguments; I rant only
My words, shard glass tearing souls
No exception is there, my wrath is equal upon all
Though for you, are the wounds mendable.
Excuse myself in rage, do I never
A barrage do I release, to free myself
Humaneness, my preach to oppose another
The hurt I inflict, is remembered by my own.
As your silence befalls me, my guilt grows
My thoughts erratic, not whole
What was spoken, can not be refunded
A friend, a foe; my acts deceive.
The loathe towards myself, my cell cast
Forgiveness a key, you grant.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
milk hair, milk clothes
a world painted in thick hues of the very same cream
the whirr of a printing press on blank paper
The flutters of fragile wings are perhaps all but enough to bring a child to hasty tears.
A mirror bought to
of echoing frailty,
a chord at its highest piercing note.
The crescendo before dusk.
A
pair of hands encased in its own
Who
polite and light on the tongue,
a vain blind
no less
Barred fingers in cells of clickety clackety letters and fonts of paintbrushes or the odd twitch.
It prays.
Soundless noise.
not a pin-drop
not the screeches of bosses
And when the paper is stacked high on coffee refrains and static routine.
It screams.
The mirror.
Cell blown to bits
Custody broken
Mirror tattered
refunded at a bitter price.
Blank as snow and crisp as winter.
Gone like snow the very next morning.
But ever so physically there.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
between the grey and dull days,
they were silver.
sparkling like all the things i said i'd get you.
but refunded.
always refunded.
the stores and i had a misunderstanding...
"but she CHEATED ON ME!"
"i'm sorry, sir. no refund."
and so i got protective of my expenditures,
material or not.
but i spent more time, emotion and trust in you...
but it was all for naught.
no matter what i bought.
it wouldn't bring you to visit me now.
you're done.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish you didn't
Love me.
It feels like I trapped you.
Like you'd choose to stay with me
And stay miserable.
You think I'm the best
You can do.
That shows how much you know.
You were overcharged
For the limited services I provide.
Return me and get your money back.
Then invest it in someone
Without tears and cracks.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC