I will never give up. I still have time.
I'll boldly go forth, whatever it may take.
The mountain of disaster, I will climb,
until I've made every kind of mistake.
In the dawn's gentle light, I see my mistake,
On our special day, I caused your heartache.
Forgive my foolishness, my words out of line,
I never meant to tarnish our love's shine.
With every breath, I regret the pain I caused,
In moments of anger, reason was paused.
But in the morning's glow, I see clear,
I'm sorry, my love, for my actions sincere.
Let me make amends, let me make it right,
I'll hold you close through the darkest night.
For in your embrace, I find my peace,
My love for you will never cease.
Don’t do
Don’t do it, it's painful
Don’t do it, it’s a mistake
Don’t do it, may I ask you?
Please, stop you
I love you
Don’t do it, or finish it
Don’t do it, kill me, over me
Do on, do it, let me leave
Please, be you
I love you
Loved you
An honest love
Still loving you
Passed on
Don’t do
Love can’t be on
I told the truth
and still, someone bled.
Silence would have stitched us shut,
a delicate, rose-gold lie—
woven into the wallpaper
of a bedroom left sketched.
I thought I was choosing clarity,
but the mirror fogs each morning.
Future—blunted, gray—
looms like wet brick pavements.
No signs, only echoes of footsteps—
taunting like the choices I regret.
This morning,
I climbed the roof before the city stirred.
The sun split the clouds,
warmed my skin but skipped my heart—
Guilt prefers to feast on trembling cold.
Tomorrow arrives in haze.
The city dyed a flowing gold—
nowhere to place my next step.
Peacefully they had marched on
Voices raised, not fists
Pleading for freedom,
For a chance to breathe without fear.
But what truly is freedom?
Is it worth twelve million displaced souls
Cities leveled into dust
And dreams buried beneath rubble?
What began as peaceful
Became a wound the world blinked past
Sores etched into memory
Scars broadcast, then forgotten.
The headlines have moved on
But the grief remains
Mothers still hold pictures
Fathers still dig with bare hands.
We all say we want peace
But does peace bloom from war
Or from compassion that costs us nothing?
Why must love be so rare it becomes rebellion?
Can loving you ~
ever be a mistake?
Come what may,
I won’t ever take a break.
Even if it’s pretense—
life itself feels fake.
It is a small word
with a big bite,
the worst ever heard;
it is just not polite.
If you could hold it,
it would feel like a ton.
Beware not to use it;
it hurts, even in fun.
It never feels nice.
It should never be heard.
Please take my advice,
and use another word.
You know how it feels
when someone says it to you.
It takes forever to heal,
even though it's not true.
You must not forget.
Never make that mistake.
You will live with regret
if you use the word HATE.
Shadows in every corner
The devil rising up from the floor
My Mental health is on the edge
I can't take anymore
Banshees that scream fly around in my head
Graves are opening and releasing their dead
Frozen to the spot I can run or walk
Scared into silence can't seem to talk
I don't know reality and I don't know what's fake
Me being alive is just one big mistake.
She believed her Barbie's and Ken's
had shared a love far more complex
than any feelings they'd expressed --
AND dolls couldn't even self-dress!!!
She knew they were a mistake -
one she wanted them to address.
Her thoughts led to a request -
they both take a fear of change test.
Pleased to speak free, she confessed
being a part of couple failure debris
and held no fear of changing things.
She sensed relief peak as he owned
his tendency to cultivate regrets and
said he'd be more than fine living alone.
Once they aced the test, she at last
felt their tensions loose resentments.
Then they intelligently addressed
the logistics involved in couple deletion.
Next, they tossed their dysfunction map
and then summed up zero further cost
applied in paving a way out of this trap.
She was sure they'd only leveraged crap.
I tried to take something off your plate,
That was a huge mistake.
Honestly, sorry for what I ate,
Now there is no way to replace.
Trying to find a compromise,
I honestly want to apologize.
Truthfully, can’t decide,
Do I deserve to die?
The whole time, I was just along for the ride.
Got me staring at the sky
Questioning is my brain working fine,
I tried to brush it to the side,
But now it doesn’t want to hide.
Maybe it was the wrong place, wrong time.
Did I learn my lesson?
Well now I’m second-guessing
I just want to know what’s the message.
Honestly why am I stressing,
Hoping for a blessing,
Steady checking
When I didn’t even have the weapon.
Not one thought of aggressing
Is it time for me to do some reassessing?
Or will I just be regressing?
I sit here with the truth oppressed,
Wearing guilt across my chest
In this silence I’m a mess
All I wanted to do was my best.
I know I'm not important to you,
A familiar truth, a sky of blue.
I'm used to fading, unseen, it's true,
Not mattering, a life I knew.
But why this twist, this cruel disdain?
Why make me feel this burning pain?
I care for you, through sun and rain,
And you make me feel ashamed, insane.
As if my caring is a crime,
A twisted joke, a waste of time.
You wound me deep, in subtle rhyme,
For feelings honest, pure, and prime.
The Mistake
He had been invited for dinner in Peking by a group of business leaders who had invested much money for his venture and success, but they thought his fee was too much. I wanted to discuss the matter
He took the plane to Pekin; when he landed, it was mid-morning, but there was no one to greet him, which annoyed him
He called his secretary, who apologized that there had been a mistake. What she had meant was a Peking. The Peking Duck Cafe in Oslo
He didn’t like to meet those stuffy wealthy people with their stilted language, instead, he bought a Chinese electric car business that gave him pleasure
Those idiotic Europeans who bought a car that was made in China had intended to sack his secretary, but pleased with his business acumen, he asked her if she was a good mother material.
I loved You
That was my first mistake, stupid from the start
Plummeting statistics show, A fairy tale ending ends unfairly, on my happy ever after chart.
Feeling over thinking, and Losing all what made me smart
Now look at me
Bleeding, piecing together the bloodied shattered shards.
Trying to fix your mess
Cradling, as I fail to mend the no longer Beating and Defeated
Breaking of my heart
I should've known not to trust a man
who deem incapable of playing a role
which he himself cast the part
A Mistake
Was talking to you a mistake?
I thought I was just being brave,
but now I wonder if I should’ve stayed quiet,
kept my distance, and let the silence save me.
You said things I’ll never forget,
but maybe I was better off not knowing.
Maybe the truth wasn’t worth the pain,
and the connection wasn’t worth the strain.
You’re a beautiful mess I can’t untangle,
a story I keep rereading, even when it hurts.
Maybe I should’ve never opened that door,
but now it's too late, and I can't close it anymore.
A mistake?
But even mistakes shape us,
and in this one, I learned—
Some things can’t be undone,
even when they leave you undone.
There is a saying that I have heard,
And hopefully I've got it down here word for word,
'The Lunatics have taken over the asylum' is what the words say,
But I never thought this would apply to the good old US of A.
This President is just a big headed chump,
One day, I hope he falls with one almighty thump,
This man just walks over the countries of the world,
Him and his idiot billionare pal, who both want to make us live in an alternate netherworld.
I know these men have been succesful in getting their fortunes,
But they frighten me more than going to the dreaded dental surgeon,
I know they think they are just putting their own country first,
But does this have to mean making the rest of the world much worse.
Hopefully sometime soon, the American people will realise their big mistake,
And get rid of this man, who just makes the whole world shake!!
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