ChipTheOcelot - Hello Poetry

Empathy is the key to our society some say put yourself in their shoes they say but I do I do it too much. I feel for them too much. Every time I see their tears its a punch to the chest it shatters my glass ribs and punctures my nylon heart. But to my own tears, to my own suffering I feel nothing. still. dry. numb. Maybe I am a mirror only reflecting the pain I see. Or maybe I have been told it's weak to cry cowardly to feel bad for myself nerveless to struggle. So I continue to cry for the broken hurt for the rejected and ache for the beaten leaving nothing left for myself.

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC

The Life of an Empath (Mirror)

Empathy is the key to our society some say put yourself in their shoes they say but I do I do it too much. I feel for them too much. Every time I see their tears its a punch to the chest it shatters my glass ribs and punctures my nylon heart. But to my own tears, to my own suffering I feel nothing. still. dry. numb. Maybe I am a mirror only reflecting the pain I see. Or maybe I have been told it's weak to cry cowardly to feel bad for myself nerveless to struggle. So I continue to cry for the broken hurt for the rejected and ache for the beaten leaving nothing left for myself.

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I have a Sapphic longing I want to feel your lips so soft pink and plump stroak your hair so long dark brown and curly caress your skin so smooth freckled and delicate But you would never love me you barely know I exist. so I will continue to sit here in the dark with nothing but my Sapphic longing.

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Mar 30, 2020

Mar 30, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC

Sapphic Longing

I have a Sapphic longing I want to feel your lips so soft pink and plump stroak your hair so long dark brown and curly caress your skin so smooth freckled and delicate But you would never love me you barely know I exist. so I will continue to sit here in the dark with nothing but my Sapphic longing.

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Poetry is not a hobby one can practice a hobby showcase it compete against others But poetry can't be forced No one can just sit and write without having experianced pain bliss love woe calm chaos There must be feeling or emotion the distruction of monotony somthing much more than just words on a page.

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

More Than Words on a Page

Poetry is not a hobby one can practice a hobby showcase it compete against others But poetry can't be forced No one can just sit and write without having experianced pain bliss love woe calm chaos There must be feeling or emotion the distruction of monotony somthing much more than just words on a page.

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Dear J. You say you never cry but your eyes are always red you say you love life but would rather be dead You think no one loves you (although it's not true) You think no one cares but I still do That's why I was scared Scared enough to pray when you didn't come to school that Valentine's day. Please stop saying that nobody loves you turn around my dear because look, I do.

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC

Dear J.

Dear J. You say you never cry but your eyes are always red you say you love life but would rather be dead You think no one loves you (although it's not true) You think no one cares but I still do That's why I was scared Scared enough to pray when you didn't come to school that Valentine's day. Please stop saying that nobody loves you turn around my dear because look, I do.

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Dear Miss L, I'm sorry my poem's not a ballad like you asked I guess I'm not up to the task of your poetry class I'm sorry it's a slant rhyme and not exact or true my meaning fulwords seem never impress you I'm sorry this project's late and I'll get a seventy five I guess I'm just the type to procrastinate my whole life I know I didn't meet the requirements you set but you haven't hered the last of me yet The words meant a lot which I wrote that day so, sorry but I think I'll turn it any way -Chloe

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC

Dear Miss L

Dear Miss L, I'm sorry my poem's not a ballad like you asked I guess I'm not up to the task of your poetry class I'm sorry it's a slant rhyme and not exact or true my meaning fulwords seem never impress you I'm sorry this project's late and I'll get a seventy five I guess I'm just the type to procrastinate my whole life I know I didn't meet the requirements you set but you haven't hered the last of me yet The words meant a lot which I wrote that day so, sorry but I think I'll turn it any way -Chloe

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I go through the day, I go through the motions, I go though my life, faking these emotions. What does it mean, this world in which we dwell? Could it be heaven, could it be hell? I don't remember why I'm doing this. Is there even meaning in my meak existance? Is my fate predestined, or is someone pulling a string? Am I mearly human, or am I realy nothing? Some day I'll learn the reason I exist. Untill then, I'll decide to be an optimist.

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC

Numb

I go through the day, I go through the motions, I go though my life, faking these emotions. What does it mean, this world in which we dwell? Could it be heaven, could it be hell? I don't remember why I'm doing this. Is there even meaning in my meak existance? Is my fate predestined, or is someone pulling a string? Am I mearly human, or am I realy nothing? Some day I'll learn the reason I exist. Untill then, I'll decide to be an optimist.

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Some one once told me to love others, I must first love myself Somthing I could never do Nonsense, I could never love this mess that I call myself but your smile your voice your warmth so comforting. so beautiful sometimes I'm able to forget what hating myself feels like when I'm in your arms.

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC

In Your Arms

Some one once told me to love others, I must first love myself Somthing I could never do Nonsense, I could never love this mess that I call myself but your smile your voice your warmth so comforting. so beautiful sometimes I'm able to forget what hating myself feels like when I'm in your arms.

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They say we should take away guns If those were gone we would use blades, If those were gone we would use stones, If those were gone we would use poison If those were gone we would use our tainted, hateful, bare hands. Humans always find a way to hurt one another Guns don't **** people; people **** people. Changing what's in our hands won't make a difference, Changing what's in our hearts will make all the difference

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC

Guns Don't ****

They say we should take away guns If those were gone we would use blades, If those were gone we would use stones, If those were gone we would use poison If those were gone we would use our tainted, hateful, bare hands. Humans always find a way to hurt one another Guns don't **** people; people **** people. Changing what's in our hands won't make a difference, Changing what's in our hearts will make all the difference

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I say I'm okay I tell you I'm fine I don't want you to feel This hurting of mine I feign indifference I pretend I don’t care I don’t want to bother you With the pain I bare I laugh and pretend That their words don't sting But Sometimes I feel They don’t know a thing Most write it off As actualy fine But I know you see through This façade of mine Now I'll say something You want to hear Im sorry For hiding the pain my dear

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC

I'm Sorry for "Okay"

I say I'm okay I tell you I'm fine I don't want you to feel This hurting of mine I feign indifference I pretend I don’t care I don’t want to bother you With the pain I bare I laugh and pretend That their words don't sting But Sometimes I feel They don’t know a thing Most write it off As actualy fine But I know you see through This façade of mine Now I'll say something You want to hear Im sorry For hiding the pain my dear

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Twisting, turning, churning, swirling My heart is a maelstrom Consuming emotion Twisting endlessly Swirling perpetually Tossing on the water A beautiful, impassioned, blue maelstrom. Twisting, turning, churning, swirling My heart is a leaf Consuming peace Hovering incessantly Soaring tirelessly Tossing in the wind A beautiful, tranquil, green leaf. Twisting, turning, churning, swirling My heart is a blaze Consuming wrath Flaming constantly Combusting continualy Tossing in the fire A beautiful, violent, red, blaze Twisting, turning, churning, swirling, My heart is a stone Consuming structure Tumbling boundlessly Crumbling unendingly Tossing on the earth A beautiful, exact, brown, stone.

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC

Elemental Swirl

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling My heart is a maelstrom Consuming emotion Twisting endlessly Swirling perpetually Tossing on the water A beautiful, impassioned, blue maelstrom. Twisting, turning, churning, swirling My heart is a leaf Consuming peace Hovering incessantly Soaring tirelessly Tossing in the wind A beautiful, tranquil, green leaf. Twisting, turning, churning, swirling My heart is a blaze Consuming wrath Flaming constantly Combusting continualy Tossing in the fire A beautiful, violent, red, blaze Twisting, turning, churning, swirling, My heart is a stone Consuming structure Tumbling boundlessly Crumbling unendingly Tossing on the earth A beautiful, exact, brown, stone.

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