I'm Sorry (Sorry for Everything)

I'm sorry, more sorry then you'll ever know.
I'm sorry for everything,  I hope you know how sincere I am.
When I breathe, guilt punches me in the stomach, it cripples me.
Often, I lie on my back broken, I stare at the ceiling
and think of all the wrong I've caused—it breaks me.
My hands are scarred with the guilt I can't share with you,
I want you to know why I am the way I am—I've never really told you.
I'm not as neophobic as you may think.  Obsessive? Compulsive?  Of course,
but I'm not afraid of change.  As you can tell, I've always been different,
and right there, that's the start of my demise—my self-disdain.
I don't know how to talk to you; I've never learned.  I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the way I talk and the way I present myself.
Guilt keeps me awake at night, it lets tears fall down my face—my cheeks;
I want you to know I'm aware of how wrong I am. I'm metacognitive
when I am around you.  It lets me be silent, even when I don't want to be.
I'm sorry for the way I act, it's not who I am; it's a mask.
It keeps you from getting to know me—I guess there's nothing wrong with that
but I wish you knew me.  My guilt controls me, I want to leave you be.
You're running through my mind and I don't know how to forget that.
You would think sleep would bring the best of me—yet—I always dream.
Those are the worst moments, the ones where I'm asleep.
In my dreams, I know how to talk to you—then I awake—without you.
I arise from my bed confused, and with reality twisted.  I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I dream—the guilt is eating away at me.
I'm sorry for everything,  I hope you know how sincere I am.
I'm sorry, more sorry then you'll ever know.
I want you to take my words to heart—know how sincere I am.

A Promise

A smile, a promise,
for eternal life, an endless salvation.
Too bad I'm lying,
it would have been a nice story,
For children or dreamers.
Who are they but one and the same?
Brace yourself it won't be long;
brace yourself just one more day
and perhaps the perfect moment,
will become apparent;
not elusive like any other.
Regret what's done,
and pray upon what's soon to be.
I smile, I promise
I'll make it up to you.
        DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Everything I Do

December has come to past;
I walk the streets with you in mind.
I sit in snow and watch ice grow;
I sit alone, without you.
Alone and cold, I come to be,
walking upon downtown streets.
Wayward in my goal for you
I find myself lost, in the bitter cold.
Upon me the homeless prey,
lost and alone all I have is you.
Bitter and covered in ice, my heart is frozen,
like my hands, black and broken.
Upon me, the homeless run slender fingers,
in the midst of them I stand regal and alone.
They don't know, I search for you.
          DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

My Final Confession

From now until you die, don't believe a word I say;
everything I tell you is a lie, and it's ridiculous.
I can't tell you anything; it kills me in every way.
To you, I want to whisper every thought that crosses my mind
but I know you don't care what goes on in my simple mind.
     
I'll pretend you care what I think; and to myself I'll lie;
you've never cared for me and you tell me that everyday.
Some part of me keeps hoping that you lie (the way that I lie),
after all, I'm fluent in pseudo-truth.  What am I saying?
You make me ramble and sound broken.  What am I saying?

I want to tell the truth but instead I spit out regret;
I hide my trails well; I make sure you never know where I am.
I've done things that don't make me proud but I won't forget them;
why would I want to forget them?  To forget is to regress.
My stories no longer fit together; I must confess.

My stories are simple memories; moments inhuman.
If it takes innocence to show who I am, then naïve I'll be.
I want you to know where I've been, see that I'm just a man;
look to me and watch me bleed,  I need you to see me broken;
I can't look at my reflection- I feel I've misspoken.

I think of what's missing; it's suffocating- I concede.
I want you to see me broken; crying in an empty room-
you'll see how human I am, I'm not a machine, I bleed.
It's ridiculous, what I think; the disillusions I live.
You deserve to see me broken; see how I really live.

I want you to know who I am; ask me and we'll reminisce.
If I'm lying, I'm sorry, but there's good in me; it exists.

          DannYetman

http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Kentville

Kentville, even I
walked your cobble streets;
even I saw your jaded face.
When I looked to you years before,
you danced with me in the streets.


Your boulevards told a story;
I didn't think I would ever leave.
There I was dancing in Kentville,
so often I looked for you;
I thought that I would never leave.

Once again I walk the streets,
searching for your face alone.
My body has aged 100 years,
you have left me years before;
I walk your streets-I walk alone.
        DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

My Existence

I need you to hate, so much it breaks me;

tear me down, show me true apathy-

make me speechless, that's what I truly want.

Teach me how to forget, it's foreign to me;

show me how to be a killer, it's what I truly am.

Break me, it's all I need; it's all I want from you.

I'm a hopeless cause; tell it to me;

tell me my words are endless; each one senseless,

I need to hear it from you; all I do is lie.

Become a philosopher; my existence? Show it to me.

With innuendos, give me hope and belief,

remember my words for the rest of your life.

When I look to you, remember me apathy,

remember who I am, I'll miss you

          DannYetman

http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Crows Fly Above Me

In this world the crows never  fly gently,
they are carried by the winds that take them.
They try to fly to you, in hopes of pristine beauty
but instead they come to rest with me.
Ice falls from their beautiful wings; they look to you,
they watch you turn away.  Can't you see their broken wings?
I want those birds to kill me, pick me apart bone by bone;
crows will take my sight and I'll see what I've become.
I have never seen an animal cry, like those birds;
they roost broken-hearted, dorment in their only quest.
I want them to desire me, like they desire you.
The winds are too strong; they'll never want me,
their hearts belong to you and so they plainly speak.
Their black tounges curl as they try to fly to you;
one by one they fall upon me; they fall into a pristine wasteland.
They fall beside me and they don't even know that I'm here.

          DannYetman

http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

I Want to Dance With You

Come and read my mind,

all the words are for you;

I said all the words are just for you.

Come tell me that you hate me,

and I'll show you who I really am.

I wish we could smile everyday,

everyday just me and you.

I'd say my words are for you;

I would mean it, always mean it,

and you'd want to dance with me.

Come and take my hand,

I won't say goodbye to you;

I just want to say hello to you.

Come tell me that you hate me,

and I'll tell you there's no one home.

So you say you know her name,

but she's faceless just like you;

every word is just for you,

I mean it, I always mean it,

come and dance with me.

         DannYetman 
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Nicole

I remember when you needed me;

you used to cry when I was gone.

Now it's I who need you;

now I cry when you are gone.

As you walk away

I see what you've become.

You were so innocent;

now you walk like anyone.

I cry as I watch you leave;

I can't believe that your gone.

I cry as I realize

Nicole's forever gone.
          DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

She Is A Rose

Do not give her that rose,

let the rose live instead.

She doesn't need a rose,

give her love instead.

If you gave her a rose,

she'd prick her fingers,

she doesn't need a rose,

let her save her fingers.

Do not give her that rose,

give her love instead.

Don't treat her like a rose,

let her live instead.

         DannYetman

http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/