Half of the time I lay wake,
On my bed out past eight.
Thinking if I could replay the day,
I’ll change a lot of the things I say.
Like me being strange,
Or like when I kept trying to be a friend,
I just made it awkward for them then.
I am afraid that they know it,
Im sorta afraid of if they ask,
Or worse, if they ignore me, for my past.
If I could go back, I’d be less disruptive,
If I’d had been less destructive!
Maybe if I had a chance.
I’d change the things I said...
Maybe they’d like me better than...
Your trait TBH --
Narcissism behavior
Hatred...that's BS
Personality
Matters to me as well as
Character so pure
Your motives, so bad
Shady to the core and such
Naughty, out of hand
You're in want always
Coveting over me and
My lustful nature
Writing sad senryus
I know I suck at these poems
So over you, so true
I feel bittersweet
Tune in strange mind and young heart
Easy to forget...
I'm skeptical...and
Don't give a damn what you think
You'll regret me gone
You left me behind
Only to find my shadows
Of lies, cries and highs
Sick of coveting...
And sinning...tempted truly
Headache to go through
Sorry for your lows,
But it's not my fault at all
Your loss, not mine, hun
please don’t love me
i’m such a damned mess, darling
i feel like a slob in all of my forms
physically, emotionally, spiritually
my mind hates my body
my mind hates itself
it twists the people i love into monsters
i’m scared that if you love me i’ll love you back
and i’ll make you into a monster
when all you are is open arms and a smile
i don’t want to get to know you
i don’t want my mind to emphasize your imperfections
and scrutinize every small detail when it suddenly feels like loving is a mistake
my love works in waves
it isn’t fair to you, to be loved by me
i’m not a true lover
i’m not forgiving or understanding or kind
i get impatient and rash and angry and mean
it’s all crooked
i’m so sorry
for the pains i know i’ve caused you
each day, i pass between the walls of loving you fully and regretting each interaction we have
it isn’t fair
it can’t be sane
perhaps this is a sign of something bad
for myself or for us
By wasting time lamenting of past failures
We deprive ourselves of future successes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 June 2020
Regretting one's past ruinous actions
is certainly a waste of precious time
wise would be to use the lessons learned
to build his future's edifice sublime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 January 2020
* I would like to thank my friends for their support for without it
the honor of POTD wouldn't have been bestowed upon my humble
little poem.
** I also thank PotrySoup anf its officials for judging my poem as
worthy of such an honor!
There our tenderness was,
It's not guilty of course,
that there is no it more,
that your knock in my door
I do not wait in silence,
Gravity,
languor,
violence
in viscous webs of lonely grief.
How much of tenderness did we give,
Do you remember, honey?
Here now just dust (it's funny)
is really covered our caress with,
I vainly try to wipe, I miss,
There is no sense in trying,
And I am sadly smiling,
Looking in silence so angry still,
but I remember
not pain,
not thrill,
Tenderness runs through mournful thought,
it lies so sweet, it lies a lot,
Tenderness guilty, really,
that there is no more feeling.
REGRETTING FITS--
Twas the jist of it;
My mind not into it;
Gotta be kidding me;
Must be me reality;
I may just regret this;
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Regretting Fretting While Upsetting
Regretting fretting,
When we had been upsetting;
Away with letting.
Jim Horn
There may be many more things,
Which Trump has trumped up
That are needed by Trumpsters
Who do need to be trumped up;
Held golden shower with a cup.
Did See God's Sight in the Night
When on my God I have always relied,
Can now be content becoming satisfied;
Also, did depend deeply upon His Son;
During my each day successfully done.
My spirit God had lifted high in the sky;
All worries and troubles passed me by,
And became enlightened enabling me,
From all my sins would finally be free.
God gave me energy after He did feed;
Satisfying and fulfilling me each need;
Regardless if I am in darkness of night,
Still will be able to see His bright sight
God has saved me along with my soul;
While I work through troubles as I toil;
Allowed God for me to prepare the way;
With Him in heaven will remain and stay.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Regretting one's past is like wishing to remove the foundations of his life's structure!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 October 2018
I ate a cake in order to stay up late
Seeing that I stayed up late, I ate a cake
So, my darling pursued me with a broom
Livid, she chased me all around the room
She was taking this to the extreme. Make no mistake
We are talking about all the pieces of the cake
I tried apologizing. The timing was too soon
My body is suffering from a serious wound
"But Cupcake, I know how to make another cake”
With big tears in her eyes, that was my lifesaving break
I urged her, "Dear, could we now get a hospital room?"
"But wait, I will have my cake. Let's perform a handshake"
I crossed my fingers. Because, I would become immune
I will bake a cake or purchase one. Make no mistake
I’m like a raccoon eager for the next opportune
Updated 5/14/2019
good morning. If, in fact, it is so.
i cannot quite yet tell,
but if its not, ill make it be,
or at least some other such.
Any rate, i must,
for the vertical joy calls to me so loudly
at so many of my doors
that i must give in
and heed the brightness of the day,
which begs to set my mind at dancing.
Seize the day, or die regretting.
Well then it looks like die i never shall,
for though i haven't often seized it,
today i have. And its not
yet much past breakfast.
Did you mention 'regrets'?
I have one or two, a few or possibly a million.
Depends on which way the wind is blowing,
and how gracious I'm feeling in the moment
Like, I'll never forgive that guy who butchered
my ideals of love everlasting, that'll last a lifetime
nor, when he lied about my best friend, just
to prove a point about promiscuity, all false
Too many detours to recall, but past grievances
should remain midst poetry's recollections,
not keep anyone awake at night,
although in the brazen light of day, it'll come to me
on occasion, that nasty lawyer he snaked for
our divorce proceedings, nevertheless
I slept with him in our bed, admittedly no regrets
there, and if perchance you're reading,
he was a much better lover than you !
To Regret or Not to Regret - it's fiction....
For contest 'Regret', sponsor Frank Herrera
Oh! now regretting cake
hands are weak so can't bake
time's gone memories run
will come back the past fun?
Wow! hearts are young till now
sometimes compels to do any how
in dry weather there's no rain drops
of the two any one surely flops
Written on: 09/08/2016
REGRETTING CAKE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
One bite makes you large.
One bite makes you small.
Two bites make you charge.
Two bites make you ball.
Three bites of this regretting cake; of illusion.
Four bites stomach and head aches of dissolution.
Five times once bitten
Six pieces missing
Seven deadly sins committed in the kitchen.
Eight teen flames blown away seemingly fitting.
What the heck? Take bite nine from out of him.
And while your down there; just be thankful that on scale, she's a ten.
8/13/16
Contest name: Regretting Cake
Sponsor: Julia Ward
The moment I stepped on the scale,
my mouth started to shout and wail,
not that many pounds!
My belly’s so round,
I’m starting to look like a whale!
I shouldn’t have eaten more cheesecake,
it sure was my biggest mistake,
no more skinny me,
three hundred eighty,
so heavy I may cause a quake!
I no longer can wear tight jeggin’s,
not even my tiny leggin’s,
but cherries on top,
sometimes I can’t stop,
please help! I just can’t stop beggin'!
I’ve pleaded my hubby for more,
he says, “you can't get off the floor”,
I’m just so hungry,
more cheesecake for me,
I can't even fit through the door!
REGRETTING CAKE - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Syllable count: 8-8-5-5-8 for each stanza
Date Written: August 13, 2016
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