Posts Tagged ‘I’m sorry’

Painful Garage Discoveries: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

March 2, 2017

They fell out
of an old cardboard box,
in a pile, onto the floor.
It was like that scene
from Garfield’s Christmas.

I, too, found a stack
of old love letters,
written from she who now,
as I move her out of her life,
must be obeyed;
she who I betrayed.

I’d forgotten,
(or maybe I never knew,)
how much she loved
me.

Her words tell me.
Surprise me.

Now,
nearly four decades later,
I can only stand
in the messed up
and cluttered garage
the cold, damp space
that still holds,
for a little while longer,
the life
which we shared.

There,
amid piles
of old,
handwritten papers,
scarcely daring to read
those words she wrote
decades ago,
I weep bitter tears of
sorrow,
guilt,
pain,
and deep remorse.

She’ll never know
how sorry I am.
How could she?
Until this moment,
I didn’t even know.
I found some old love letters on the garage floor

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As Promised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose Lament

January 8, 2017

I’ve promised many things
to many people
over the course of my life:
My children,
my parents,
my Heavenly Father,
my wife,
my friends.

I promise because
I genuinely want to do
things that are pleasing.
I truly believe
I can accomplish those things.
But the more I promise,
the more I fail.
The more I try,
the more I realize
that I can’t do it all
for everyone.

So if I have to refuse
to do something with you,
if I turn you down
when you ask me to do something,
just know this:
I would much rather turn you down now
than to promise something
and fail.

Because it seems I’ve done that
my whole life:
I’ve hurt people
and let them down.
And now I can only ask
the Father
to guide me in the direction
of what He wants me to do.

So Much For Positive Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 20, 2015

How do I tell the/
World that I’m sorry for my/
negativity?

I’m Sorry That You’re Sorry. STOP! Revolutionary Napkin Free Verse

November 6, 2014

I’m sorry
that this is old.
I’m sorry
that I just wrote this.
I’m sorry
I didn’t have the time.
I’m sorry
that I’m old.
I’m sorry
that it’s new.
I’m sorry
that I’m young.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry
that I’m sorry.

STOP!

Don’t apologize!
Sorry?
For what?

You are standing,
SOLO,
spilling your guts,
speaking for yourself,
sharing your mind,
telling truth.

Don’t give away
your power.
Don’t
be sorry.

I’m not.
We’re not.
Because you’re not
sorry.
You are
not.

Not
at
all
sorry.
Panoramic poets at Speak for Yourself open mic poetry night, Enliten Cafe, Provo, Utah

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.

I Am Worth It: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

May 15, 2014

I’m sorry that you/
didn’t think I was “worth it”./
I am to someone.

Dealing With Desire: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 26, 2014

Desiring someone:/
The hardest part is having/
to apologize.

A Painful Surprise: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

April 7, 2014

With all the pain I’ve/
caused, I didn’t think hers would/
hurt me so badly.

Goodbye, Old Friend. I Was Better When You Were Here: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 12, 2014

There’s a empty space/
in church. You’re missed. I’m sorry/
I missed your funeral.