Undo.

Write about something you desperately  wish you could undo, take back, or change.
You know me, no rules..
Go at it..

oh why couldent i have the winning breed
i wish id never said i hated you
i love you like a brother and cant live without
now you sayin we done no bro it cant be
weve come so far and now its over
bro i miss you come back but you woulnt answer its over
if olny i could undo that comment

I wish my life to be undone,
Mistakes I've made,
There's no light in my sun,
Give me a blank page,
And maybe this time,
I'll write neatly and keep in clean,
Instead of blood streaked,
Hasty and scribbled,
So many things I've said,
So many things I've done wrong,
Lives I've ruined,
I wish to undo it all.

All those hearts I've broken,
The dreams I've crushed,
Secrets I've whispered,
Lies I've told,
So many things cost heavy wait upon my soul,
So many things I knew were wrong,
I wish to undo it all.

I went too far and taking one thing back,
Wouldn't touch the papers here that stack,
High and high they climb,
Crumbled and burned words,
Wrinkled used to be dainty letters,
Too much done wrong,
I want to start it all over,
I want to undo it all.

Time machines are a waste of space,
Too many things that just can't be fixed,
I could start from the time I lived,
But fixing the things done wrong,
Would take six times longer to sift,
Changes so easier said than done,
I wish to undo it all.

Two really great poems, excellent. (:
Thanks for entering!

Shit, I live life
In a no regret way
For if I changed the past
I'd change today

I'd take back
Every ounce I could
Of pain I've caused
That I misunderstood

I can't take it back
So I don't look at the past
I live for the now
before the present bites me in the ass

firedaughter said:Two really great poems, excellent. (:
Thanks for entering!
thanks. no prob ;)

If only I could undo
The day those words
Were carved into my ankle.

My mom woulndn't
Have had a reason
Not to trust me.

My ex and I
Might still be together
To have celebrated a year.

My dad might still
Look at me
Without fear in his eyes

My sister might not
Judge me so harshly
As the "problem child".

Because I wouldn't be.

I'd still be me.

I'd still be

Happy...

Rue

I should have let doubt push through that day
Could have listened to my gut
Stopped the wheels we had in motion
Withheld from saying "i do" to you

Instead now I have gone to far
Built a strong wall clear in front of me
With bricks made of years and children
Left feeling foolish and naive
Bound by invisible rope I cannot unfasten
Locked in by premature actions
The key for this undoing discarded long ago

Not quite sure why I did not see the signs
So clearly dripping with unhappiness
Now every night I rest my head
In this nest packed with my twigs of regret

I would never
have not done
the tandem leap
into the volcano

but

we should not have pretended
to know
forever

All out of band-aids

When a hurricane strikes  
Lives lost, homes destroyed  
No schools, no supplies store  
Hospitals packed with others worse off than you  
but it doesn't feel like that,  
Who else lost everything?  
The HOME where I share memories  
Of..the hole in the wall,  
When I fell off my bike at the age of 9 and cut my knee,  
What about the the laundry room door where my mom wrote my height through the years,  
All my journals, art work, and photos  
Now I'm in a packed rescue center, over filled with strangers, families sleeping just feet away  
This isn't my home  
My school is gone, opened up, exposed, in ruins  
Every place that I have ever known.. gone  
I want food, water, my own clothes  
I want one more day to be alone in my room  
Me and my family are just one of the many  
It's hard to believe one day I had a place  
And today I don't know where I belong  
The hospital said that we aren't a serious case  
We have to wait, others have limbs missing  
Others are worst off?  
...What if there are no more band-aids?  
   

"it aint over til its over"
Bullshit Yogi Berra!
it was OVER
before it even begain
the older
ya get
the motion gets slower
you actually
watch yourself
perform the act
you wanna forget
even before
there`s somethin
to remember

...and my BIG F`in mistep
will for Decades
have me in Financial Forceps
rendered
a pathetic schlepp
enslaved
to one system inept
pouring every earned cent
into another
magnifying
ever expanding debt
that will still be there
L O N G
after death
I got my hands
over my eyes
is the horror
over yet?

there I was
at the closing
just a moments notice
away
from escaping the hosing
I`d get
if the sellers had their way
there isnt one damn inch
of this property
that didnt need first aid
and Bob Villa
I aint
Still
my Wife,
my Folks,
even my kid,
ganged up on me
trying to persuade
me to make the worse
Damn Decision
I`ll EVER make

my stomach quaked
I trust my gut
and it was Screaming
for me to make a clean break
from the foot thick
pile of documents
put before me
like
poison on a plate

and fate
has decided
I am NOT a Man
of THIS rigged mortgage game
In THIS Time
THIS Place
at THIS AGE...

my digestive tract
RAGED...

but I sat
and signed
every
Fucking
despised
devil devised
page.............

in triplicate

an american dream
miscarriage
a money-armpit
even BeFORE
the market crashed
our plans
now ash
wait every two weeks
to make enough cash
pay all the bills
leave over enough scratch
for a little eggs and hash
TOTALLY Strapped
its like
wallstreet demons
took axe
to our marriage

now,
I`m eternally
tryin to forget
what, in the first place
I never
wanted to remember
we are Romantically
dismembered
just waitin`
for someone
to finally yell
"TIMBER..........."

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Undone is me.
I am now butter in my generation pulled between work and responsibility is my obligation and goal apparently.
Every day I take back myself in fear of loosing it!
Do I have glossy eyes of the lost?
Do we really have freedom?
Do we have as much time to enjoy anymore?
I feel the undone, I am loosing the magic.
I fear of loosing myself to this society and its liberal sobriety.
Concerning with trifles is not my concern is the underlining they want.
What a fallacy to my reality.

Recognition of one's faults isn't something that comes naturally to all, but this time?
Oh, how everyone knew. Everyone who ever saw you, your eyes suddenly bigger than ever before
and a face that could not have been distinguished from raw meats.
A slip, a stutter, a thousand lies.
And it wasn't just you that this crippled: you broke the legs of everyone else stood with you.

So sorry, for that time
when the lines just didn't stick
And yes they saw and yes they knew
That that was but a simple trick
A 'nay' here
A 'yea' there
And we were the ultimate best
But everyone else, who stared you down
They knew the bloody rest.