Posts Tagged ‘hurt’

I Won’t Care: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

October 17, 2014

If folks don’t want to/
see me they won’t try to see/
me, so why should I?

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Stop Administering Pain: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

October 12, 2014

As I think of the/
Widow’s pain, I learn all ache,/
And vow to give none.

The Backside And Inside Of My Sorrowing Heart: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Lament

August 19, 2014

To all the people
(mostly women)
who I’ve hurt
through
my lies,
deception,
falsehood,
selfishness,
ignorance,
stupidity:

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for
the pains
(known and unknown);
I caused you
the anquish,
the distrust,
the confusion,
the worry,
the misdirection,
the doubt,
the self-degredation,
the far-reaching impact,
that my actions
had on your life
and the lives of those
you care about.

I am not sorry
because I got caught,
because I had to change my life,
because saying “I’m sorry” makes me feel better,
because it relieves my guilt,
because I want to stop hurting,
because I have to say it to get forgiveness,
because I want to excuse myself,
or because it’s the right thing
to do.

I am just sorry.
You have opened my eyes
to the pain I’ve caused,
and given me
the sorrow
I deserve.

My heart hurts,
but I’m not saying I’m sorry
to make it stop hurting.

I want it to hurt worse,
if that will help you
feel better.

I want you
all
to rip my heart
apart,
to scream at it,
to spit in it,
to cry salt on it,
if doing that will help
your hearts
live again
and heal the deep wounds
which pierced them.

My heart does not hurt
in its frontal chambers,
with the hope your forgiveness
will make it feel whole.
My heart hurts
all the way
to its back side,
and through its inside,
for no selfish reason,
just for the truth
of knowing that
I hurt you.

If I can take your pain
that I caused,
and jam it
roughly,
in my heart,
and heal yours,
please let me.

Other than that,
I know of nothing more
I can do
except let you look at
the aching backside of my heart,
and beg Him
to heal yours.

I’m sorry.

Still Hurting: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

July 15, 2014

You* could have helped me/
feel loved, but for decades, you*/
didn’t. I’m still hurt.

*she

I Want Stop Hurting: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

May 29, 2014

My heart hurts that I/
hurt her heart, but I don’t know/
how to stop hurting.

Where I Shall Not Go: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

February 18, 2014

Yellow-shirtied poet on a UTA Front Runner -- Orem Station Feb 2014I shall not, today, go to classes
where old men wittily incite the masses
to laugh, with fake spirituality,
at jokes too oft said inappropriately.

I shall not go later to dessert
with those who smile, but often hurt
with backstabbing comments and bad advice,
(thought they’re only guilty of trying to be nice.)

I shall write poetry instead;
allowing sweet muse to clear my head.
As the train’s gentle rhythm rocks me to and fro,
into the joy of my creative mind I shall go.

For it is there, when I’m most dazed and confused,
that I can find my kindest refuge.

She Asked: “Does Dying Hurt?” Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 8, 2014

Of course dying hurts./
The hearts of those who love you/
*are ripping apart.
OR
*are in agony.

Why Was She Crying: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

January 22, 2014

When she bowed her head/
to cry like others had, I/
thought I had hurt her.

Thumbnail Moon Memory Brings No Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

December 29, 2013

Thumbnail moon hanging over I-15 near SacramentoThe thumbnail moon hangs/
in front of the path before/
me. It doesn’t hurt.
OR
The thumbnail moon hangs/
in front of my path. Mem’ries/
don’t hurt. Well, not much.

No Words: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

November 25, 2013

The poet was stunned./
She’d hurt him so deeply he/
had nothing to say.
OR

The poet was stunned./
He’d at last been hurt so bad/
he couldn’t write it.
OR

The poet was stunned./
She’d hurt him so badly that/
he had no words left.