Much Pardon

Pardon my French,
pardon my brevity,
pardon my lack
of ability for levity.
Pardon my planted
unpardoned feet
that need much pardoning
for the pardoning they defeat.
Pardon my words,
pardon my ignorance,
pardon my lack of interest
in your lack of approval for my boldness.
Pardon my offense,
pardon my speech,
pardon my counterparts,
your colleagues who love to leech.
And on my behalf,
pardon yourself,
the apparent judge of all mankind,
the eventual executioner to one's own self.

An Unfortunate Exchange

I can't remember
anything but flashes
with anger's throws
and throwing's crashes,
ice flew
and doors were slammed,
all cool heads gone,
self-control be damned.
Words were spewed
and actions out carried
with despicableness
and held tongues unmarried.
Reactions may have
warranted a response
but perhaps not the one
that was given on the spot.
The tempers flared
and emotions ran high
with voices raised
and fists to the sky.
Regrets are had
with guilt taking reign
all due to an
unfortunate exchange.

Ignored

So many words to say
with so few ears to listen.
My mouth is bleeding
as my teeth begin to glisten.
The red flow of words
that sit in a pool to remain ideas
quickly floods the cave
in which those words are trapped just because.
There is no escape from
the dark places they were created,
no refuge found anywhere
as they are soon to be moot and outdated.
Feelings that once may have mattered
to the opening where they would come from
now matter not (even to the originator)
as now they are convinced to be petty and dumb.
Lines of negativity simply get broader
and rivers begin to overflow,
over the banks that cannot hold them
with nowhere else further to go.
The flood embraces the other purities
that are now to be destroyed
by the very attack that was once
ignored and simply said annoyed.
Perhaps this imminent death brought on
by that which others dubbed harmless
will serve as a lesson for others to gather,
that even a drip can become a tsunami when able to progress.

Bother

Disappointed with my performance
and confused by my word choice,
I am having trouble knowing why
I even bothered to make heard my voice.
I said a lot of useless words that
could not mean any less if I tried.
I attempted to tell others of feelings
that fell flat on the paper as they died.
Sometimes I feel as if I have something here
but obviously that time was not today
as nothing read, typed, or even spoken
came across in the correct way.
I am going to resign this post now
and admit to myself as well as others
that I have nothing else of value to say
as no longer will this soul feel the need to bother.