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Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Is the purpose of living
to experience
joy and happiness
in the present-moment?
If so,
find an activity you enjoy
and enjoy it!
For example,
is eating tasty nutritious food enjoyable?
Enjoy it!
Is talking a walk in a park enjoyable?
Enjoy it!
Is romancing a person you love enjoyable?
Enjoy it!
Search for activities to enjoy
and enjoy it!
Empire Jul 2019
Apathy is rather dangerous
Isn’t it?
I just don’t care.
Not sure I want to care
I could do anything
Because it wouldn’t matter
If you don’t worry about others
You can do whatever you please
Danger, warnings, signs
Utterly meaningless!
Feels rather free.....
When emotion dies
When your chest grows cold
Heartbeat sickeningly steady
Breaths a bit too even

Do I run to pleasure?
Find myself a lovely vice
Intoxicating, sensual, invigorating
To awaken my spirit

Perhaps pain will do
Play with the little silver toy
The one with the sharp tip
Jarring and thrilling

Take some risks
Cause why the hell not?
Shock loved ones
Laugh at their concern for you

When the heart turns to stone
Anything, everything
Is fair game

So, what shall I do with mine tonight?
Empire Jul 2019
Cold apathy
Deadened
Numb
Trying to agitate the senses
Rekindle the flame
But by poor choice
I’m worse feeling...
I don’t want to come back
I shut down for a reason
And I’m finding
More and more reasons
Piling up
Encouraging the apathy
It would seem
I must feel far too much
Or nothing at all
Anya Jul 2019
My friends are all foes, my lover’s a liar
My body is burning, my flesh is on fire
My bones all are breaking, my spirit remains
What is the good of a heart when so engulfed by pain?

Cathedral bells pealing, they beckon me “come—”
But how can I go freely with what’s being done?

Days steal into evening, the gloom ever deeper
Would that the flames which consume me, awaken the Sleeper
I could say
that I know what I want from life

I could say
that I want life

I could say
that I know what I want

But I don’t
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
I never made it across


There are cracks in the pavement everywhere I walk.
The road goes up and down and up.
I don’t have the strength to continue to talk.
Neither do I have the will to be strong enough.


I am loves survivor, walking alone,
Staring at people that I just don’t know.
They see a man who is down on his luck.
I see my reflection and I don’t want to look.


I didn’t used to be this broken,
But love breaks the heart into a thousand pieces.
I no longer think of words never spoken,
Because all that would cause is misery.


I wander along, wondering about…
No direction, no compass, no hope.
I live alone, with no way out,
Of this Hell I call life…The only life that I know.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Naturally Evil


I have given up on love, I’m done.
I have seen enough.
I watch people claiming to be in love,
Living ordinary lies.
I see people pass each other and genuinely fake a smile,
As they tear apart each other’s lives.


I’ve seen the mighty heart fall to the weak,
In the hands of the cruelest defeat.
The hand of the person they are holding hands with,
Is the hand that will strangle them with a kiss.


I’ve seen mountain’s moved as living proof.
I’ve seen the worthlessness of this cause.
I have been a man with truth absolute.
Love is a nice idea, for you and yours.


The reality is, it is yet to exist.
I have seen ‘true’ love disappear.
The oceans of tears that have been cried,
Couldn’t stop the break-up of the year.


I have sunken beneath the waves,
And seconds later been replaced.
A rendezvous was so easily arranged…
I saw it on your face.


Left hand waving goodbye, right hand dialing.
Left hand blowing a kiss, right hand lying.
Beckoning and greeting as you are leaving.
I have seen them come and go, believe me.


The buttons on the dress,
The fall of Adonis.
The Fairy Princess,
And now gone is,
All the pointless love!


Earthquakes roar, there is nothing more.
No rise, no fall, just dust.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Enemy of being great


The Gods are clearly angry at the way we live our lives;
They have warned us, they have threatened us
And still we pay them no mind.


Alcohol is the Devil’s gift to the world;
It stops my brain from being able to think.
I shouldn’t complain about alcohol,
Because I have decided to no longer drink.


You are handed a book telling you how to lead your life,
But there is no time left to complete the story.
I have my independence, my own thoughts and I cannot fall in line;
Enemy of being great…my old friend apathy.


The bigger you are the harder you will fall;
I will rise so far above the norm
And still I shall remain nothing at all.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Flaw


All your beautiful flaws.
I am left crawling at your feet, begging, let me be yours.
Cynicism and pessimism; I see a beautiful prism,
Floating inside your galaxy eyes.
Bitter words choke realism;
I guess the party has to die.


Left behind to tell only lies.
I love the way your truly despise.
You are so apathetic and that’s to your credit;
You have nothing to hide behind.


They say miserable; I see incredible.
So credible, you do not speak their dull,
Repetitive slogans, no catch phrase needed.
No advertisements; you’re real and I mean it.
I love it when you say you really hate.
I love to see you act that way.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
The complete truth


I honestly do not care about anything.
Nothing has flavour; nothing matters.
I do not care about a thing.
I could live or die; I don’t mind your disasters.


I could be happy, or I could cry.
It’s not in my eyes, but from my mind.
I could have written a better line,
But tell me please, who has the time?


I could love, but what is the point of that?
I could give someone a hug, but no-one is worthy.  Just stand back.
Do not get too close or the truth will have to be exposed.
I truly don’t hate you, but well, you know.


Apathy for apathy’s sake.
Rip out my heart so I can throw it away.
Punch me hard in my expressionless face.
I do not care if I have a nice day.


It’s not dislike; it’s not like you did anything wrong.
It’s just every single thing in the entire world is gone.
It all means nothing, I do not care.
I don’t want to shame you, when you say cut my hair.
There truly is no point, it really doesn’t matter.
Believe me, I could show up with green teeth, a disease
And my hair all matted, face unclean, with clothes all torn.
They have never been ironed, because I was never taught.


At the end of the day I could get fired
And I wouldn’t have the tiniest bit of sadness for the loss.
I will gladly accept it because I am so bored of liars.
Tomorrow should be something to look forward to,
But it is not.


So empty inside, but I have to smile.
I have to ask how are you, it’s been a while.
I leave no question mark because the answer does not interest me.
For this I no longer have any empathy.


I could explain, but I will not.
You do your own thing and get lost.
All you say is falling on deaf ears.
I am not listening, so do not expect tears.


Maybe I am a psychopath; I have no remorse.
Compassion I lack, how do you feel about that?
I exist inside all these flaws.
Are you answering?  I am mute, step back
And keep on walking in any direction.
I have no desire to make any kind of connection.


If you get too close, you will see on closer inspection,
That there is no lie here to be found, because this is perfection.
The antipathy of a verse of truth,
Written with a clarity of thought absolute.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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