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Becca Addams Jun 2016
My eyesight has betrayed me
Shown me visions of darkness
I have only hoped
But lost joy made me heartless
A waking thought
Of beauty and happiness
Has only left me
Feeling sorriness
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
Sofia Emma Oct 2013
-After not writing poetry for several months, ones' writing would tend to be emotional, but I seem to be approaching that in the next step. The notion that I would be pent up with emotion seems to have me surpassed. One would assume I'd cry and thrash but quite right in fact that I'm closer to feeling numb. And yes, I guess, a little dumb. When a husband beats his wife, no one in the world could possibly deny that abuse. Why, two black eyes is quite sufficient proof. But there's no shiners you can see from pain that's deep inside... Your psyche, your mind. You can't see therefore it's not hurt, not abuse and no one has been wronged. Love, care, sorriness and guilt are more than words, they're emotions, so why is it that when people claim they love, they take for granted, claim they care, they still act selfish, apologize, yet reoffend, and do it over and over again?
Jessica Head Sep 2013
Trapped.
Hurt.
Locked Up.
Only If I Can Escape My Mind.
And Speak Up.
Thoughts I Can‘t Bare.
Hate My Own Guts.
Guiltiness.
Sorriness.
Day‘s I Wished That Never Happened.
People I Wished That Were Never On This Earth.
I Just Want To Dig A Hole And Never Come Out.
Nothing But Emptiness.
Rusty Mind.
Dull days.
Cold Heart.
Hopeless.
People.
I‘m Going ******* Insane Staying Away.
Try Atleast Look On The Brightside.
Felicity Smoak Dec 2016
You said you'd always love me.
And you never did.
You said you'd always be there.
And you never were.
You said you'd help me get through life.
And you never helped at all.

My only question is "how?"

How did you manage to aid in my creation,
stand there in the hospital room when I was born,
hold me when I was only a child,
and then leave me?

How could you sit in a jail cell,
knowing I was alone,
without a father,
without anyone to even model one for me?

How could you repeat your mistakes,
knowing how much it would affect me,
knowing how much it would affect my mother,
and my younger sister?

How could you leave me alone,
without a care in the world,
without a meaningful existence in my life,
without the slightest feeling of love from you?

Was I a reminder of your long lost youth?
Did I threaten your freedom?

You're supposed to embrace that your era is over,
that it was time to let your kingdom fall.

When you have a child,
you're supposed to love them.
I never felt that from you.
Instead, you left.


I thought I was over this,
writing about you,
missing you,
crying because you'll never love me like you should.

I guess some feelings just never die down,
especially not abandonment from someone
who's never supposed to leave you.

Most girls my age share stories of how their fathers
taught them how to fix cars,
or threatened to **** the boy who took their virginity.
The only thing I have to share of you is your never ending abandonment, sorriness, and the resentment I have for you because of them.

They think I'm crazy,
to hate the man who made me.

It's not crazy,
it's just justice.

f.m.s.
When will I ever stop feeling this way? I guess we'll never know. But until I do, all I can do is cry and write.
smallhands Aug 2014
He never said goodbye, she never said hello
They exchanged talk, soundwaves from encyclopedia pages
Wandering into each other's doors and out, unintentionally
Noticing the chipping paint and bald nails but mentioning nothing to preserve the friendship
He longed for her skin, she pined for his mind
And in every spiral they missed the count or forgot to look
And now they read they sorriness of it all in a book written by no one

-cj
Tommy Johnson Mar 2015
I don’t need her
I don’t want her
She is nothing
Just a liar

Then there's me
So who am I?
I'm just a boy
The boy who lied

So we were wrong
And we were young
This is true
We were in love

Seven little lies
Now our love dies

Seven other girls
Destroyed our world

Seven secrets
And one regret

Now I hate me
And I hate her
Why did I say
Forever?

Ill keep my word
I know you won't
I still love you
I know you don’t

I was wrong
And you're still young
I'll give to you
My sorriness and love

Seven little lies
Now our love dies

Seven other girls
Destroyed our world

Seven secrets
And one regret

You treated me bad
Then I'd get mad
We’d work it out
But your gone now

Seven little lies
Now our love dies

Seven other girls
Destroyed our world

Seven secrets
And one regret
god's plaything -
what is the colour of rain
that paints this city
with the havoc that once
trouble wreaked over
our sorriness?

god's no god
until he is god
in someone's throne
and i may be a fool.
he is a cool cat rolling
thunderously over the silence
of our homes or
perhaps a soldier
marching his way
homeward amid
the tatterdemalion
of days.

god's temple
is the body and a body's
oblivious of this -
    god knows no "sigue sigue"
              nor "sputnik"
       nor piercing the helm
       cerebrally

god's no fool to goad any gambit
or watch the wane of old solace.
or is it that i am
a leitmotif and my peccadilloes
are a path's adagio towards contrite?

god voyeurs over the
windowless hours
of my sanity's eclipse
and soon, when all of my prayers
turn to ash and
no sound of me is heard,
in the evening of this tide
is deliverance
and i have slept.
MysteryGem Nov 2013
I try to cover my sorriness in humor

But when my eyes start to drift and my mind starts to glaze

Time ceases and thoughts cease and people cease and all that is left is the keys under my nails

The peeling of my skin
The scratching of my legs

The motionless shallow breathing that remains a steady and broken hum

When the quiet takes over
wordvango Mar 2017
never one to leave a hanging participle
or a dangling precipice
eleven words in
I have done both
so so
really I care about English protocols
unless I am
writing
speaking I speak
the King's English
full of it
with a southern flair
the howdy pardner
and fittin' to
the hey
always emulating  
a hello
as such
more
than tradition I call out of
this
sorriness
a down home
warmness
or try to
since we are on this
thread
Hey Y'all!
Kasia Feb 2019
the cafe is packed
people come and go
just like in real life - she thinks -
they order wait eventually get what is theirs

so greedy

don’t blame them
they do what they can best
getting up
brushing their teeth
and making a stand
every
day

and you
what have you been doing?
sitting here like everything is right
how is supposed to be
no flaw
stain
taint
hole
that would **** you in

a black black hole
that would end all of your sorriness
this luckless weeping
at nights
That no one knows about

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