"unforgiveable" poems
people say trust isn't something simply givin, that it's something earned just like with respect right?
then why would we simplly hand out trust and respect to thoose above us?
to the goverment? we put our entire life in their hands. our entire future. We put our entire country in the hands or a stranger and trust them to not mess it up. Why would we simply trust that that police officer isn't lying about what truly happend? And why do we simply hand out respect to our elders? is it because it is the right thing to do? but who made up what was wrong and right? who or what has that power? no one and nothing. Therefore everyone's right and wrong are totally different. we don't know what our elder's do when we arn't looking, do we? So why is it expected of us to hand out respect? Sure it's polite, but yet, who made up what is and/or isn't polite?
Many people will answer this with god. Simply give god the power thaat he made us all. If i were god, i do believe he would regret his actions of creating human's, why create something so disgusting? So he has things to ackknowledge the beuty of earth? While we are ruining it? I do believe if there is a god he would have commited suicide. There is no reason to be proud of us human's in my eyes. We do terribe unforgiveable things, things that ruin, tear apart, demolish other's life. IN just one day it all could come crumbling down. It all did. It has multiple times before. And it will inevitably happen again.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
I really don't know what to say right now
he's rotting from the inside out
and I do not care if he lives or dies
because either way he won't harm anymore lives
can't really do much with no fingers or feet
which turned black like his touch
a rash became too much
and only the ****** in his veins
kept him standing-up
but it'll affect his children
the ones he does not have custody of
but I think a part of me always hoped
that one day
he'd admit to everything he had done
and he'd apologize for it all
that he'd change his ways
do some good
I'd let it all go if he tried to do better
because nothing is unforgiveable
and people can change -- I've seen it
but he never did
he never did
and now he's rotting from the inside out
heart infected
brain damaged
blackened fingers and toes
and I feel bad that I do not feel bad
I feel bad for the times I thought
that the only way he'd ever stop
was if he died.
Now it seems he's dying.
And he's rotting from the inside out.
Perhaps that is punishment enough.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
We all saw you on TV. See
we all felt you, on TV.
We effectually react/ or change the channel.
Seeing with, you and I, we seeing
we share science, we know bits
of many common childhood mystery
religion moralizing stories, animating
representative good and evil having beings,
eaters of roots and seeds;
eaters of blood, raw flesh;
eaters of the processed meat, made
from what clams eat, while making pearls
worth the merchant's speculation, see,
look, if this pearl were thine to own, yours
alone. If this pearl were thine, to form
using layering lightflex laminate fluid to form,
smooth curve force to mollify vitious spikes
as one creature soothes the pain caused,
when a certain signal calls for pearling,
biometric symbiotic gnosisnot using
a natural pattern found in viscous,
snottish fluids flowing just above
the bottom line reality, priced per
one man estimated ethos, may
haps, taken and called granted, per
happenstance, standing, there take it,
weigh the worth, at least, it cost you
this much attention, and left
an edge to look over…
take this thought,
taste test, notice salt, hmmm.
-- such taste, sweet
-- such taste sharp, and bitter…
Notice sticky hook to any attention paid
-- remember, re
member reading for all the roles…
This Is Your Life,
unforgiveable forethought odd after effect.
-- taste and see, we all are good, our lies are evil.
Novels in genres, are stories in familiar
feeling places. The realmmmm re-creational
master of monstors degrees, stages, steps,
tic to last held thought, ties to all held thoughts,
- who buys horror and shame hero stories?
- who buys cops are Platonic Guardians stories?
- who buys we, that people, are stories?
Vicarious as the pope,
we feel the ef
in efforting to display the glory of knowing.
- ceasing to effect the art's official form of love,
- sincere affection, effectively applied plasterwise.
Nothing new, sort of classless, drivel, driving assumptives
sorted on commonalities, professional confession,
yes, we guessed you exist, so we said
I do this for money, or
no,
I do this to make pearls, when something in me
is grinding at my gut, make, make, make me,
a pearl none shall ever see,
make me, think.
On earth, as in my own peace of mind, let it be.
Awen. Amen, and all the other translations of make it so.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 2:50 PM UTC
Touch, hold embrace my mind. Feel my spine and let us intertwine, into one bright sun of ultimate paradises. No, no one anyone; somebody? Please someone. I have been casted upon with a unbreakable thread of this lovely marked temple.
I am not lovely of them all, no pity here. Loveless is grateful and better then an unforgiveable, whirlwind of feelings, hatred and frozen heart. I am Loveless.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Have you noticed,
That when we gaze at each other,
We stare a second longer?
I have.
Have you noticed,
Your eyes get a little brighter,
When i'm looking into them?
I have.
Have you noticed,
We ****** back,
When our hands grazed the other day?
I have.
Have you noticed,
That big smile that stretches across your face,
Gleaming, when i see you?
I have.
Have you noticed,
That i'm there for you,
When she doesn't have a care in the world?
I have.
Have you noticed,
That you comforted me,
When he said unforgiveable things?
I have.
Have you noticed,
When we hugged we held on a little longer,
Through the pain and hurt?
I have.
I have noticed,
The signs that could be leading up to,
Us falling for each other,
Have you?
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
I started one step down from the top,
I had weights holding down
the bottom so I wouldn't fall.
But suddenly a violent gust
knocked
me down a rung.
However most of my supports survived the whip.
I climbed back up.
But, alas, the storm was just beginning it's brew
for the gusts returned, angry, and along with came
chilled bones and slick skin. I could not
maintain my place, I was
knocked down three times as far.
With no time to recover I was shocked once more,
I clung to the sides as the wind gained strength, but
it was too much.
The wind howled, the thunder snarled and echoed,
a stampede was rolling through.
My foundation had been wiped away,
rendered useless.
A crack roared from the heavens, and just
as I looked up in reaction, a giant flash of yellow
fried my ladder and sent
my body flying,
screaming.
Unwilled, unforeseen, unforgiveable.
I am on my back
and my ladder is gone.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
I don’t think you ever really see me do you?
I exist much like the air inhaled, I'm well within your orbit but you don’t really see me do you?
I seem to exist solely for your benefit, to replenish your cells and get your blood circulating
And while I give you life, my status within your realms is akin to a manner of precipitation…
I noticed the clouds gather, I offered shelter because you matter
The curse I’m blessed with, one of secondary placement for the greater good and benefit of others
To empathise with the seemingly unforgiveable at the cost of my own bothers
Pathetic I know, but it was assumed the minor sacrifices would be worth it because you were
Pathetic because even as you termed me such I still loitered, I stayed near…
Pathetic because even as you eroded any notions of self-worth, mines was a heart plagued by fear
Could I ever, would I ever be good enough
Why was mines a pursuit so rough
Surely there is everything wrong with I, it has to be I mean why else?
Is it that perhaps he gives better ***** he erodes your ***** like no one else
That why I can never measure up? That why our time is up?
Perhaps it’s within his touch, he leave the kind of bruises I’m not capable of
He tell you where to **** off like I’m not capable of?
Could I get better, can I be better and yet selfishly you still manage to reign me back in
Not enough that you leave detonated my most vulnerable bits, that you have me conflicted as sin
But I have to try for cordial now when I should rightly will you off a buildings edge
Within I, you left dormant, yet strokes of a mountainous rage
I bid you please; I beg you kindly, dare it not to erupt
I want it not to erupt because all that is good with me, all that I feel I am, I don’t want it to corrupt
We said goodbye and let it be that, I might care that you breathe but it bothers me not how much
We’ve been allocated dedicated lanes, rather we stick to such
If you ever cared at all then afford me sanity and let me be
I cannot risk you ruining me
I’m bitter, angry and disappointed. Not so much with you but with me.
I let you be you at the cost of me
I saw the true reflection when I was the one battling remorse.
The crimes were yours, the burden mine
I gave myself to you. I now wish I hadn’t but I gave myself to you.
I still have your taste in my mouth, still aroused at the slightest thought of your touch…
I pray it goes but it stays with me and that makes me want to hate you more
It reminds me again just how pathetic I can be.
We said goodbye and let it be so, when you explicitly said that we can never be so,
We’ve said goodbye and let it be so.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
I looked in her eyes as if to say, “It didn’t have to end this way”
And in the focal of those dark centers in the bright pretty eyes
And I begged her once again, for nothing between us was unforgiveable
But her love had already gone, stolen by someone else, non-retractable
And they tell me she had long gone, yet this entire long I thought it my mistake
And I begged her once again, telling her I could not stay without that smile
The dimples in cheeks, that bright look in her eyes, her long legs,
I could not live without her, so I begged her once again
Telling her, all my background, and the love had missed all childhood
She could not do this to me, I deserved a second chance, and she too knew it
But her heart had long gone, I was here and she was there.
With her version of the love of her life, I explained myself
Telling her if it were in misbehavior, I would change
I knelt, I begged, I wrote poems, talked to her friends, prayed hard
But none would change, none would deter, for her love for me had long vanished
I could still remember the warm stare in her pretty eyes
I would still see her charming gait when she moved
I could not help it, even after some years, I begged her once again
I was ready to forget she left me, that he took him in his arms and kissed her
But this too was a long shot, it all amounted to vanity, she had left
So it did not matter, If I begged her once again
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
Why did I do that?
Ego. Lust. Mystery. Opportunity.
The lure of something new and untapped;
a scent unregistered, voice un-memorized;
inside jokes yet to be born.
Such a heady dervish dancing,
spinning, surrounding all that tiny life
I perceived as quite the opposite;
set in motion not so much by
the haunted eyes of the widow lady—
weaving once again well-worn epics
of her-story for an adoring audience,
luridly exploiting tragedy
for various personal gains—
but maybe by the way she stroked
that beer bottle while she spoke?
Without doubt, there were
other factors, but you were
never one of them.
I plead stupid.
Vain.
Shallow.
Self-absorbed.
Short-sighted.
Ridiculous.
Unforgiveable.
Twenty-one.
For many years
I claimed, “If I make my mistakes
big enough I just might learn something”.
When I learned
there are no mistakes, recognized
my arrogance, gave up
to the universe, threw up
my hands and succumbed to the ride,
embracing my own sky...
all those times I’d thought of you
turned into stars raining
like tears of brilliant joy onto a black canvas,
formed overlapping constellations, and shone
like a ************
Stars to wish on, stars
to navigate by, stars
to name on a starry night,
stars to twist into animal shapes
like a clown with long balloons—
and all those stars,
and there are more
than I can count—
settled forever in my heart
and cannot be dislodged.
Here I Iay on my virtual back,
atop my personal Alaska
dream mountain, on a summer
night deep as sin;
imagining you
laying beside me,
pointing out the brightest ones,
recounting the stories I’ve forgotten;
all those connections to you
twinkling overhead—
and I savor the
blessing of your
big bang smile
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
It’s unwavering and waits until everyone has
forgotten the sting of the last fallen warrior
to rear its hideous head and take another.
Its speed is unimaginable, unpredictable,
and unforgiveable. It brings both relief
and sorrow so encasing that the depths of
the Pacific could both marvel at and fear
the capacity to which this monster can bring
someone down. It leaves us gasping
for breath and wiping our salty-rimmed eyes
as we try to imagine a more cheerful face
and try to wrap our heads around the fact
that our last family dinner really will be that:
our last. It takes time for us to forgive this
natural force that breaks apart families
to only bring them closer to unite in
the passing and the rejoicing of a well-lived life.
It will come, yet only once the initial stab
of shock and sadness fades, slower
for the ones most closely knitted.
I am extremely saddened at the unforeseeable fall
of your fatherly image and warming smile.
I recall the swims in your backyard pool as we
laughed and played marco polo as you watched on
with your wife, embracing in the happiness and warmth
that summer brought us cousins. We may not have been
related by the blood that ran through our veins,
but we were related by love, matrimony, and
a warming kindness that radiated from you.
I thank you for allowing me to know you,
the Christmas gifts despite the distance between us,
the grey of your hair that signified years of life experience,
the wrinkled fingers that signified your wisdom.
I will look upon the family you have left behind
as you move on to whatever waits for you past mortality
and make sure they remember your laugh and the time
you feel asleep and snored through the Thanksgiving
football game you were talking about earlier that morning
and the kindness you gave them and the happiness you
continually brought to all of them.
I mourn your death and celebrate your life because
although we wish you could have stayed here
with us for a longer time, you were here
enough to truly live.
We will continue to hold onto happy memories
and reminisce to hold you close to our hearts.
Rest in peace, to you, and look down upon your loved ones as we remember you.
March 1, 2014 1:08:46 PM
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
*Why did I run from the people I love?
Why did I expect them to understand the unspoken words?
Why didn't I cry when I knew they'd soothe me?
Why didn't I let go of myself when they hugged me tight?
Why was it that my pain always took the form of rage?
And my unspoken sweet words acted as knives piercing their veins?
Why did I tell the unforgiveable truth instead of telling the divine lie?
Why did I make such mistakes
And why don't I realise?
Why is it that they still stand next to me and say
"We'll always be by your side"?
*
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
It got swept away in the storm of unforgiveable betrayal.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
We sometimes do unforgiveable things,
Some regrettable, and the best we can do,
Is live with them.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
I am not a monster..
just a misguided host
terrible, selfish, Unforgiveable truths and actions...
never wanted to stray...
words spoken...
never wanting to say...
regretting those betrayed...
but as I lay here in the bed I have made...
I am still beautiful...
enough said...
...Kelcee All
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
While **** continues to refuse to use the DPA to nationalize
the production and distribution of effective testing and PPEs,
which would save taxpayers 100's of billions of dollars over-
spent on gouged prices, and 100's of thousands of their lives,
he continues to preach his 'corona schmorona' policies at his
super-spreader of disease rallies, exterminating republicans.
They say, 'time is longer than twine', and 'to err is human,
to forgive, divine'. It's unforgiveable, n'er forgettable. Yet,
Joe's persistent perseverance in reminding our nation who
"..we(e),.." are and can be, not just life, relation in motion,
being evoking art, and illimitable potential, indivisible as
life, growing communally, yet also citizens of a great Union.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
when we moved into the new home
after the divorce, things were
still rocky, we had just
“left” them in the dark
still don’t address them, not a phone call,
not even
now, not after even a *********
deathinthefamily
they are like the side of a house
that never gets light
the side of the house against a cliff
and we live in the sunny sea side
windows open
they are threadbare ghosts
like an old wedding gown
used only once
moths also eat holes in my grandmother’s brain and she forgets things
but perhaps maybe she will start to remember
the reasons she loved my mother instead of hated her.
they live in apartments above beauty salons
and in oaky gentrified railroad towns
but I am a **** but I think
it’s justified that we cut
them off like a sore, well
it’s obvious. Because they
didn’t treat my mother
well at all
And that is
unforgivable.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
The things you have said,
I can't just forget.
The things you have said,
aren't forgivable.
You thought you were fine,
somethings you don't just get.
You thought you were fine,
but you weren't able.
Those words really hurt,
badly mentaly.
Those words really hurt,
piercing through my soul.
You aren't forgivine,
I accept gratefuly.
You aren't forgivine,
but what was your goal.
You had problems,
you couldn't control.
You had problems,
but its sill hurting.
You've gotten better,
still I have a hole.
You've gotten better,
but I'm still alert.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
First chance holds, the sweetest memories,
Shrouded now, in dense regret;
The pain of loss, un-abating,
As in concrete now is set.
I look for you, in all our places,
Remember the times, I loved so much,
But now you’re gone, beyond my reaching,
Never again will I feel your touch.
Your hair was a joy, a revelation,
Your eyes matched, the emerald sea.
Your warmth, a perfumed celebration,
Was there ever a sorrier wretch than me?
I hug my pillows, in the night,
Stretch across sheets, where you used to lie,
Trying to fill, the void inside me,
Anguished tears do I cry.
For your love you gave, without withholding,
Interwoven, with unfailing trust,
Falsely I broke, the covenant between us,
And the love you felt has turned to dust.
Some mornings I wake, reach out for you,
Feel the pain, because you’re not there,
I fantasize, that we cuddle and talk,
And I try and pretend you still care.
My home echoes emptiness, your spirit has flown,
No excuses, can ever set me free.
You don’t need, explanations,
You know I failed you when I first failed me.
So I’m left, with my sorrow,
My emotions still, bleeding raw.
To be with you, and to hold you,
Kiss you love you again once more.
What I did, was so unforgiveable,
So much less than, what you believed could be,
But remember the man, you once thought so much of,
That’s the real one that is me.
Let me prove it, for the rest of my life,
That the situation, led me awry,
Never again, will I ever hurt you,
I will make you happy if you let me try.
My soul reaches out, in longing yearning,
To see your face, at my door,
For your smile your words, to see you dance,
I implore you, won’t you give me…………A Second Chance.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC