Long Sorryme Poems
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So sweetly apathetic
You lie asleep
While I'm still crying in the next room
You haven't seen me in days
But I'm still here
I'll never leave, love
You wake so suddenly
It touches you again
The cold where I used to be
Someplace deep inside
A place we used to call home
But we burned it down
And it's out of our hands, love
Bitter words and angry hands
Crushes the hearts still gasping for love
But you still haven't seen me
Weeks now, it's been
I'd give anything to take it away
I'm so sorry, love
All I am, all I used to be
It can be yours
If you'd just let me die for you
I'm aching, you're my only purpose
My last proposal, my final sacrifice
Please, forgive me, love
I've been gone for so long
While you were only in the next room
But here I am, now, my precious
All that I am, all I'll ever be
Is yours
Just say I'm the one
The last you'll need, you'll want
The final chapter, the last step
Please, just tell me how much you love me
I'd fall to my knees and beg you to take me
If I thought you'd see me
I'd give anything and take everything
I'm your martyr, love
Give myself to the fire
If I thought it'd keep you warm
Please, see me
Please, discover I'm the only one
A desperate nothing without you
An empty shell without my heart
And it still hangs around your neck, my love
Apathetic empathy
So bitter-sweet to my ears
To hear you say you love me
No louder than an inaudible whisper
My screaming falls out into limbo
Wear the ring, take my soul
It's all to make you smile
Your happiness would be too much to ask
I'd settle for a glance
Just a notion, my one
I'm growing weak, I'm burning slowly
A million miles away, still you bring me closer to yesterday
I adore you
I haunt you
I'm the breath on your neck
As you try to fall asleep
You're my obsession
My only passion
My heaven and perdition
Oh, my love
If you could only see
If you would only hear
How I long for you to love me
If I had only known
If I could have only seen
My God! If only I could take it back
I wouldn't be here
Existing merely as the ghost of your memories
Trapped in pages
Never to reach the climax
Hear the end, find the revelation
You're my purgatory
I'd sell my soul
If I could only get it back from you
Just say yes
Say I'm real
Just turn a little more
Please, see me
Please, see me!
Poem 1
I'm sick of trying to apologize and
sick of trying to make things better when all I do is
make things worse
and I'm
sicksicksick
but it's still the only medicine and it still
gets me high
so I'll keep vomiting up excuses
to talk to you
andandand there's always something more
It
Never
Ends
Which is just what I said to you before
Poem 2
Maybe you did think of me that day
February 7 2011
maybe you thought of me and maybe
you smiled as
you turned to him and accepted an embrace
Poem 4
What would you say if you read all this?
you probably wouldn't like it much
and i don't blame you
maybe i should just get rid of it
but
you wouldn't like that much either
because once you told me
poetry is part of the soul
but you erased part of my soul
once too
Poem 5
how could your paradigm shift so much as to throw
me
all the way off? maybe
I
just tripped and fell or maybe someone else bumped into it and knocked
me
off and your hand was too busy in his to help me back up
Poem 6
'ladies all this time i thought you wanted me to be like you you don't want me to be like
you now you'll sing for me' said the man who's no longer interesting
and you were always afraid of that
that i was just like you but
really i just liked you
but it's funny how now we
are both the same
i'm sad
you're sad
or maybe you're happy now but you probably don't care much
since i'm not interesting either
any more
Poem 7
What a pair we were when
we were both pro and antagonists
to each other
advancing our story
and creating conflict
and then you wrote me out of
it all
(still in the editing process)
but that's okay i can still
write about you you can still
be the heroin(e) in my tragedy
Poem 9
"if" is such a pretty word it changes
all the woulds and shoulds
to cans and wills and makes our
whys becauses and changes the whole reason behind things.
i can
sit and write if then would you even though i should but you won't because you can't but i
will if you think we could.
Poem 10
three's a crowd and you never
liked those much but when
you're
all
alone
one of
us
could still hear you whisper and it's a shame
because i always heard you scream
I woke up screaming
from one of my dreams.
Stuck my face in a pillow
to muffle the screams.
It's hard to watch
someone else die.
Are you up there watching
as I search the sky?
I'm looking for answers.
God gives me a few.
The answers are empty
down here without you.
I should have died.
Not you my dear friend.
You just tried to help me
and I dreamed it again.
The knife in your heart.
Your eyes that just stared.
I hate to admit this
but I was so scared.
I was the first one
to fall to the floor.
Kicked,beaten,and stabbed.
But there would be more.
I curled into a ball
and I should have stayed there.
Frank and your brother appeared
and both asked me,"where?"
I pointed as they ran.
there were to many to fight.
But they both rushed right in.
It was satan's delight.
I got up and followed.
Didn't know what else to do.
I walked right through the carnage
and that's when I saw you.
You asked me what happened.
But I was out of my mind.
I said I was jumped
and then we both looked behind.
There was your brother falling
with ten guys on him
and like Frank and Dan
you just rushed right in.
We both watched in horror
as Dan curled into a ball.
Then you grabbed this guy
and threw him into the wall.
Then everything was slow motion.
Guys were flying through the air.
I could barely see anything
but all I did was stare.
You were making them run
but one still wanted to fight.
That's when I rushed in.
He had this big knife.
I got there too late.
I grabbed you where you fell.
The look in your eyes
is my own private hell.
You died in my arms.
Some of me died there too.
It's been thirty years now.
Thirty years without you.
Why did it happen Lord?
Will I ever know?
Will Tim ever forgive me?
Do I want to know?
A nightmare that lives
after I close my eyes.
A dream that makes me
search for Tim in the skies.
For my Best friend Tim Gitchel who was murdered on 2/12/1979 in Oxnard CA at the
movie theatre when we tried to see The Warriors. I miss you buddy. RIP
Bury me breathing.
With my heart still beating.
Dig a hole into the sand.
This was something I didn't plan.
Forgive me.
My time is done here.
This is my final good-bye.
I've written you a letter to explain myself.
My confession to you.
I want you to be able to understand why it's my time to go.
I'll always love you, that's something I want you to know.
Just bury me alive, I'm broken and tried.
There's nothing left for me.
I've given myself completely.
I found what I'd been searching for all along.
My time has come and gone.
Just promise me that you'll stay strong.
I'm sorry that it had to end this way.
I'll never forget the day.
The first time we locked eyes.
I heard God whisper, "Love her."
So I gave you my heart and my soul to keep.
You kept it all along, so whenever you feel weak and feel like you can't press on.
Remember that I held you close to my heart all along.
Stay strong.
So just bury me breathing.
My time has come to leave.
Please don't grieve.
Just remember the precious memories we shared and that I always cared for you.
When you feel like falling allow the memories to be backbone that gets you through.
Don't cry.
Not a single tear.
The moment we shared are something I'll never forget.
I'll miss you surely.
But one day soon you'll again come faec to face with me.
And when that time comes forever will be in front of us and we can continue to grow
together like I always swore to you.
I'll give you everything that you need.
So baby just breathe.
It's my time to leave.
MY heart still beats for you and it'll never stop.
I wish you could come with me, but it's not your time to leave.
You ahve so much ahead of you.
I just hope you'll always remember and dream of what we could be.
You were the one for me.
I'm sorry I have to leave so prematurely.
I'll you kiss you one last time as you bury me alive.
Good-bye my bride.
Everytime I look in ur eyes
I could see a sad litte boy
I don't know why
That boy is so sad
Everytime I tried to figure out
He won't tell me
Everyday as the day and night go pass
He keep taking darker, sader, and quieter
And
Everyday I sit next to him to figure out what is wrong I got nothing
from
All I could get a kiss and a hug back nothing more than that
One day
This little boy didn't wake up in the moring
To come out to play with me
He had to go to the hospital all day
The doctor said that he was understand too much stress
He has heart disease but the stress it killing him more
I had to ruch in the room
To see him and tell him that ' I love u with all of my heart. You need
to world to me. Without u I am nobody I won't be could to live. I don't
want any other guys because all of them sick they suck. They are a pimp.
I want u because u understand me. U want me for me. That is all I need.
I don't need sex to live on. I don't need money to live. I don't care if
people think that u are a loser and a failiure. I don't believe them. I
don't see u as a loser and a failure. I see u as a handsome loney smart
and the best guy that ever meet. I want to just love u for u. Please
take my hand and tell me that u promise me not to leave me and promise
me that u will talk to me like I am ur best friend.'
At the moment that the boy heard him crying
He woke up
He turn to his left clean the tears off the little face and said ' don't
cry. I am going to be fine. I love for who u are. I will not leave. I
can't live without u. That why everytime a dude hug u I get jealous
because I am afaird that they will take u away from men'
The girl said ' no sweetheart. U are mine. Everything that I wanna I
find it in u. I love u for life.
They kissed.
Form:
You were the man that was once my dream,
But now with you all I want to do is scream.
Today, in the mail, yet again I received your letter.
You asked how I was and was I better?
You pleaded and begged for yet another chance.
You said you were a changed man and are tired of this dance.
When did you begin to see,
That your so called love was exacting its toll on me?
Was it the first night that your so called love
Hit me in the face like a boxing glove?
Was it the day you did not come home?
For the woods called your name and there you said you had to roam?
Was it the first time after taking yet another beating,
You forced yourself on me and said it was to prove I was not cheating?
You ask for forgiveness and want to still be my friend.
All I want is for this nightmare to end!!!
I now see that to you this is not love but an obsession,
To you I am not your wife but only your posession.
I no longer wish to receive your emotional and physical pain,
I want a normal life, I want to be sane.
I am putting an end to me being your wife.
I want out of our marriage, I want a new life.
Our friendship is gone and for that I do mourn,
But you I now see were never torn.
To you it is your God-given right
To take what you want with force and might.
Oh, I do believe that once you are free,
That you will change for a month or maybe three.
I no longer want your love or our marriage.
This relationship has become something that I truly disparage.
Forget I exist, please forget about me,
In the past it was easy for you to let me be.
I am so very tired of you doing me wrong,
For my self respect I will be strong.
I hope the divorce papers give you the clue,
That I no longer need nor am in love with you!
The nocturnal routine call started but I was certain
There is fire along the mountain, yet don’t know
If I should run or wait, get water and quench it
I insisted that she share her feelings with me
For I can be trusted or I cut off the day’s duty
She bogged at last, “it wasn’t you or anything”
Then, what?, who is it or what is it in your mind?”
“My spirit is no longer down with the relationship
As I was praying, I felt my spirit no longer agrees”
I got lost on phone for I wasn’t thinking straight
My feet became very cold, yet my body was all hot.
“What did you just say? “ “I’m sorry, you heard me”
Well, break it down, I need to know all, tell me
At least why you’re stopping this dream and fantasy now
I can’t get it myself, please, I am confused . . .
But I still want you to come over as planned
Sorry, so that I can be embarrassed by you abi? No
You just said your spirit was negative about it
I said what did the Lord say about us? Sorry, about me?
Did HE say that I wasn’t good for you or that I’m fake?
Please, I’m sorry, just stop it now or else will cry . . .
I am waiting if that will make it clearer to me, talk to me
“Please, just come over, so that we can talk it over, please”.
Two and half hours gone by on this new puzzle
Still find it very unbelievable, me again on phone?
Quitting another relationship with me on phone
Within six months interval, Lord! Why me again?
“Talk it over and declare the relationship as being over
Or talk it over and see the darkness era being declared over! “
I will go and see her, will not chicken out at this stage.
Alayande Stephen T.
Monday 19th November, 2007
4.56am
The tangle continues, IBK unveiling new gears.
Sinking in sweltering fire
Angst rooting me to the spot
This denial-- feeding the liar
I swim in no emotion...much like a robot
Drunk by the flooded regret
Many the times you refuse my offer
All the time you refuse it, it forms a flood; masked with a tidal suicide
Your hoarse whispers refusing my cries
Wanting the best of my anger
Afflicting bafflement and torture
To a headstrong form
You wicked witch,
You could never burn, can you?
Sweep me to your wicked plans
Gaining witchcraft to burn out our limits
Your encompassed spells makes us endure to your power
Your melting desire-- a sour,
Despicable sense of pride in your presence
Devours the paralyzing thoughts materializing into evil paradise
You wicked witch,
Could you ever burn, you cruel elder?
Your on the other side,
Tripping on eruptive highways
Led astray by the senseless tide
Materializing into erupting paradise
Catch me in your web;
get out of your corner, killer spider
Drooling acidic lies on the pavement
Led astray by fetching fatality in your entangled snare
You already agreed to
refuse my offer
Uncooperative in your
bogus decisions
I gave up persuading you to go the opposite direction
But your bogus arguments
Take advantage of my offer
And shriveled it in its denser reasonings
I'm a flaw to your
sun-drenched heart
I want to be apart of your belongings
Tell me I'm not
rotting in denial
You already agreed to
refuse my offer
Uncooperative in your
stranger decisions
Your amusing, foolish girl
You have a giving heart
But yet you'll refuse my blissful offer
Mock my presence, foolish women
Remain a rueful scoffer
I trashed many deserving and precious loves in bloom
down my favorite path, where lovely lilacs grew;
I took everything they offered me with an eager hand,
but heartlessly buried thier worth underneath the cold sand...
How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish...
by showing no regard for their genuine feelings?
They loved me as if I was the only man alive having only one constant wish:
to spoil me with kisses and keeping me warm in their passionate embraces!
I constantly bite my hyprocritical lips, thinking of what I have done,
and guilt pounds steadly inside to rebuke my unkind deeds;
they wanted friendship more than gifts and fun...
they are strangers now, ignoring my greetings!
Intentional or not, I pursued pleasure instead of amability,
taking advantage of their vulrerability, leaving their sincere hearts empty;
doesn't an impish child get what he wants with his annoying cries?
That was me, so insensible and unfair, stealing trust and affection to satisfy my urges...
How did awareness reduce me to this state of misery?
They caught up with my clever lies and shut the door into my face,
reminding me that all good friends are hurt by dishonesty;
and now how can I win back their trust and not be affected by old malice?
How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish so driven by duality?
I put me first, leaving their intense desires behind;
they deserved to be understood and be truly loved,
without an indication of doubt from someone too impervious to their plea...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As the night sets in, it's as black as it's ever been.
My soul is in ruin, and my heart is like a back pack carrying a load of sin.
In the closet my skeletons scream, and constantly torment me.
The rage in my blood stream causes me to blaspheme religiously!
I am doomed because I'm so consumed by that very rage;
Engulfs me like burning fire, wraps me like barbed wire that causes a rampage!
The malice in my heart craves the blood from a helpless foe.
I feel I'm being ripped apart like some dark work of Edgar Allen Poe!
So many sins to atone for, and I get on my knees to repent.
Again with my face on the floor, I pray I receive a love that's heaven sent.
The evil is eating me alive from the inside out.
I can't survive when I feel like I'm fighting a 12 round bout!
My greed has come between me and my family.
I just wanted to succeed, but I admit I did it selfishly!
I seduced Lisa knowing she was married to another man, I just didn't care.
As Lisa fell in love, I became her number one fan, and then I ended our love affair!
My conscience wouldn't let me continue on the path of destruction.
I think of the consequence of losing you and laugh because now I'm unable to function.
I now see literally that it is better to lose an eye than your soul.
As I write my sin and poetry, I cry knowing my heart is as black as coal!
My new form written strictly for Constance's contest "Create your own form maybe" ? is called Stanlets because it consists of couplets and stanzas that rhyme and is a dark subject.
Jimmy Anderson