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Thursday, July 28, 2005
the one foolish act & the response the one foolish act: the law i've broken form his family his life stolen the tragedy of murder i only meant to plunder the knife not meant to kill it was only for my stomach to fill to get the cash he had after that i would have fled no intentions of harm but he had to sound his alarm in a moment of panic i stabbed and i left quick he was lying on the floor, his blood flowing - more and more i saw, i ran, i felt regret the foolishness of myselfish act the knife and blood were one at that moment i was stunned the guilt slowly eating me from that moment on i'll never be free to the station i ran to let them put cuffs on my hand the trial observed the verdict passed to the gallows i was sent and to hell i will descend the response: the poetry that you write should not be hidden out of sight it should be written in times of respite done only when the moment is right i applaud your unusual bravery though it seems widely out of place and sigh at the grey-tragedy of your answers written without pace the AQ calls for personal response but please do not feel too creative we are not in the glided Renaissance and rhyming couplets can prove destructive but i see your talent remains yet to be seen correspond with me at pigeonhole fifteen regrets i regret the time i made fun of your name i regret the times when i called your humour lame i regret the times i said mean stuff i regret the times at you i laughed i regret the times i promised you things i couldn't keep i regret the times when i couldn't comfort you while you weeped i regret the times i piseed you off i regret the times at you i scoffed i regret the times when i took you for granted i regret the times when i didn't give you the listening ear you wanted i regret the times i said nasty things i regret the times when i felt the liking for you was just a fling i regret the times when you called and i pretended not to hear i regret the times when i didn't want to be your listening ear i regret the times when i bullied you i regtet the times when i made you blue i regret the times when i didn't bother to reply i regret the times when i didn't bother to say a simple hi i regret the times when i told others my feelings for you were just of simple friends i regret the time when i hit your hand i regret the times when i didn't hold you tight i regret the times you alone cried i regret the times i scared you with stupid tales i regret the times i promised yet i failed i regret the times i said i loved her when it was you instead i regret the times i wanted so bad to be her stead i regret the times when i was blind to my heart i regret the times when i told myself with you i've got to part i regret the time i chose her instead of you to go on the ship i regret the times when i thought you weren't hip i regret the time when i could have met your mum i regret the time when i didn't save you from harm i regret the time when i left to watch a show with someone else and left you alone all by yourself i regret the times when i said i loved you not to myself but with all the above regrets theres one thing i regret not the very meeting of you eternity the eternal measure of time is slow the movement of thy hand it's repetitive rhyme which slowly transforms this land streams flowing, never ending the definition of a second so slow yet so quick its never for one to fully comprehend this second carefully picked would be for one's eternal embracing time relative can be either fast or slow yet it too can be passive but never will it be for one to hold a desire to be one forever holding, continue praying for god decides the moment of beings never can you fix your destiny he knows when you're dying and you pray you'll leave behind your legacy for how long it'll last, its up to him to do the judging |
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