Stop.
Turn around.
You forgot something.
Take a step back.
away from the edge.
Come back to me.
We can stay like this.
On the floor of the roof.
You just stay in my arms.
Stop apologising.
It's not your fault.
It's okay, you're still here.
That's what i would've said.
I would've held you in my arms.
If you'd only listened when i said:
Take a step back.
Away from the edge.
Come back to me.
Stop.
Turn around.
You forgot something.
I can't let you do this.
I still need you.
But you weren't listening...
Same Mistakes?
Still learning about how to act
Still trying to join the pack.
Still lapsing like a terminal case
Still miles way off the human pace.
So stupid, how I can’t explain?
So crazy, such little brain
So insecure, I might explode.
I’m like a safe without a code.
I find excuses I’m never direct.
I haven’t got the intellect.
I think you can read my mind.
I’m so many miles behind.
Apologising, when the monster comes.
Apologising every rising sun
Apologising I’ve repeated the same.
Apologising I’ll up my game.
This poem, another confession
This poem therapist session
This poem is a plea, understand.
This poem nothings planned.
David Cox 07/05/24
I have a best friend,
The one who is my strength,
The cheering when your winning,
And strength upon my face.
It lives inside my head
The bigger enemy clouds my best friend,
Creates the shadowy figures in the room,
Haunts the car with ghouls,
Enchants the words coming from my mouth.
It lives inside my head.
In the moments where it could go either way,
I’m the child being pulled by separating parent,
I’m the girl who’s forgetting what to say,
I’m the adult apologising when I know it’s not my fault.
It’s a battle inside my head.
I wait.
Crippled and frozen.
I feel every emotion.
I see the colours, sounds and scenes swirl.
I’m lost inside my head.
My eyes open and I wait.
Seeing which figure is victorious.
What comes next?
When is it what I want that plays inside my head?
I love cauliflower
I eat it every day its true
I like broccoli as well
I love veggies just like you
I don’t know why you grump
I see you stomping round
Giving me the side eye
Making sweary sounds
What is it to you really?
A girl has got to eat right?
I’m not apologising
For eating well day and night
You’re just jealous you are!
You keep up this attitude
And there will be no choice
I’ll have to hide from you
I’ll hide from you then BAM!
I’ll appear when least expected
Right in front of your face -
Then fly away unaffected
Caterpillar to cabbage butterfly, that’s me
Hahaha, that’s really put you in a spin
It should be no big surprise to you -
When it comes to vege I always win!
Apologising all the time is often an after-effect of trauma; a self-preservation technique survivors may think they still need to utilise in order to protect themselves.
Everyone is healing from something. Let's try to be kind to one another.
Blessings.
I'm sorry
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022
"I'm sorry" is something people often say
Whether they are really sorry or not
But once in a while you'll meet someone
Who says "I'm sorry" an awful lot
You might think them stupid
You might think them lame
You might think they're silly
Or that they're playing some game
But, if you do some research
Or if you choose to care
You might realise they've been abused
Deeply and irrevocably for years
Their childhood trauma lingers
Their abuse from too many years
Their spouse played on their feelings
And gaslit them with emotional fears
They are genuinely sorry
They really don't mean to keep saying it
They're so used to placating abusers
That it becomes second nature
So, if you meet a sweet person
Who says "I'm sorry" all the time
Please try to be patient and gentle
Consider compassion and being nice
© Michelle Morris, 2022
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
I like it when you try to run
It just adds to the fun
You think that you're done
When you trip and fall on your face
You close your eyes
Thinking that you finally paid the price
Apologising for all the lies
But it's all quiet, and if me, you find no trace
You sigh a breathe of relief
But don't slow down, because, and let me be brief
I want to cause you grief
So let's finish this race
Maybe tomorrow
I'll find my feet
Yawning in my old tattered slippers
And my head in my hands
Apologising for dawn
Scorned by silence
Maybe tomorrow
Who knows
I'll understand
And find my way back
Maybe tomorrow
I'll write
Maybe i'll while
About something new
or something blue
Maybe tomorrow i'll have
company
And will not feel the need to share
Or perhaps i'll just put my ears to
good use and listen for a while
Whilst the sun remains day
Tonight she packed her bags and left
I cant express the pain I feel
It's too heavy on my chest
This is not how I planned it
Not how I pictured it out in my head
I tried to explain myself to you
But your mind was already set
I feel so empty I feel so dead
I'd do anything to have you back in my bed
The silence is loud the sheets are cold
Ive been calling you for hours
I've got no one here to hold
I dont know what I'm apologising for
Cuz I've been trying my best
But everything seems to offend you
And I'm like what the heck
I wish I could go back in time one week to right my wrongs
My heart is broken into a million pieces without you I'm no one
I undisputedly agree,
For who can even disagree ??
That, you are life's biggest mystery..
Of which I try to get the mastery !!
Because you are my solace in solitude,
And the fellow mate to climb great altitude..
''EMOTIONS''
Respecting someone is more a reflection of my character than his..
Magnanimity is keeping your necessity before my luxury.. not your luxury before my necessity..
Genuineness is best proven by the test of times.. Nobody deceives until he finds an opportunity..
Gratitude is not when your lips mention his name but when your heart beats in his name when the World utters your name..
If apologising is your choice forgiving is my choice.. For it was not your intelligence to fake but it was my composure that I chose not to react..
Feeling loved by one's own self is the ultimate goal of life.. While in the interim we get lost seeking other's love..
Revenge is not the ultimate solution but forgiving is not the best solution always..
Assertion, but not aggression, makes magic !!
Fear of failure keeps you going !!
Efforts should be such that success is a given result.. failure is an anomaly..
I’m broken inside and can’t feel.
The damage is done, I can barely breathe.
Ripped apart and torn to pieces,
My once strong heart is now deceased.
I keep recalling the messages in my head,
Making me wish that I was dead.
So much of anger, so filled with hate.
I must be the reason for our love to dissipate.
I never wanted it to end this way,
theres so much more i needed to say.
but i guess he just had enough of me,
even after apologising immensly.
So here I am alive, yet dead inside.
All I know, my best, I have tried.
Left feeling completely worthless.
Falling apart and still nobody notices....
He’s my hero rock from the ground
Strong and gentle he holds my hand
My face turns pale lip starts to quiver
Knuckles turn white protrude through my skin
Remove my shoes push my toes into the floor
Start to shake when they close the large doors
The people around me, don’t seem to bat an eye
And here I am afraid to die
My seat belt so tight it cuts me into
Totally focused staring at the crew
The stranger next to me holds my hand tight
When all of a sudden the engines ignite
Tears in my eyes when we take to the sky’s
Skin in my nails blood on his hand
just as well this stranger understands
Keep apologising while we are in the air
the crew gather round they generally care
Five hours later wheels touch the ground
Thank god for that am safe and sound
Written by M. BURTON
You hit me to control me.
You hit where the bruises don't show.
You psychologically damage me, bend and distort my own mind.
You treat me like I'm an animal - like I'm the lowest kind of life.
I'm trapped in a world of no exits.
The world that you love is to me a living hell.
You buy a house and I'm your prisoner. You the guard and me in my cell.
You can now do what you want to me.
I loved you once long ago. I have suffered for years with your cruelty and never let anyone know.
I hate everything about you but to live I cannot let you know.
There's one thing I wanted to tell you, there's one thing I want you to know...
You should not have turned to our baby. My daughter is now lost for good. You broke her and subjected her to cruelty and that she will never be rid of, it will never be understood.
You should not have gone near my baby. I'm not apologising to you anymore. You push and push but this time you have pushed too far.
The policeman asks me why did I do it as they bring in the body bag.
He should not have gone near my baby. We are not his prisoners anymore.
If they could look into your heart
and see what I see when I read
your awesome poetry,
they would never stop
telling you, what an amazing
person you are.
If they could see your love for God
they would see the person who is
at least trying to be a better person
then they would never stop
apologising for not noticing
before now.
If they walked one day in your
shoes they would feel the pain
you feel, cry the tears you shed
and never ever let one more day
go by without telling you
you are the best.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.17.2014
For Cathie Lindsey's Contest
It's All About Me
1st
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I hate waiting..
i think it's irritating..
initially I'm coping..
next thing I notice ,time is going..
then i'd pick my fon and start chatting..
after a while even that gets boring.
then if I'd been sitting..
my back starts aching,
so I'd get up,and start pacing..
sometimes it affects my mood,next thing you know, I'm frowning..
you know that feeling??
Anyway I probably didn't have anything else doing..
but I'd rather be relaxing,
or maybe squashing..
why are some people so unfeeling..
they'll lie and then leave you hanging..
or they'll come back puppy-eyed,apologising.
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its all good though,these things happen,so I'm not complaining..
#justsayiNg#
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