#apathy poems on Hello Poetry

Iris Nyx Apr 2015

What marvelous beauty
To that I was so unaware
Came to front and newly
presented an Utopian swear

In the time that my moon allowed
In the time that my mind allowed
my moon to exist
I was incandescently warm

And for months I marveled
Well aware of the fabricated luminosity
That this dear moon shone
But still - I basked in the light

That was granted
And how simple it was
So adjust a pair of gloves
to shield integument from brilliant cadence that was ever so enchanted

And now that the short lived inspiration
At the sound of a syllable has vanished
All my hopeful admiration
has seemingly been banished

And to my honest surprise
A breath of relief
Instead of one of demise
Has looked to proceed

I really thought this was real
I really thought I wasn't alone
But the feeling is all too familiar and I'm okay
I'm not okay but ill continue to breathe
because that's what humans are made of right?
Sterner Stuff.

#sad #depression #lonely #moon #depressed #alone #loss #apathy #realization #acceptance

Dennie Pineda Apr 2015

Apathy

He told me

He'll never fall

For me

And I felt nothing.

Is it because I already knew or is it because I just don't care enough?

#love #broken #nothing #apathy #feel #emptiness

KA Lix Mar 2015

Sorry

I'm sorry but I can't love you because

It's just that there are a cluster of razors inside my throat whenever you stare at me too long

I'm sorry but its just that swallowing them would hurt less than looking into your eyes

Because I can't look into your eyes

I can't do it

I can't

Because you're incapable of emotions and I have too many of them

I've offered you some and you've refused so now it's my turn

I refuse to love a ******* robot

I refuse to only see my own emotions reflecting inside your eyes

I am sorry but I can't love you

#love #feelings #are #unrequited #apathy #robotic #where #robot #your #apathetic

Lennox Jones Mar 2015

Rise UP

Crush these tired old bones,
squeeze the sadness from the marrow,
grind to dust the pieces of me
and toss it to the wind…
for I am nothing without you

I would rather be crushed
By the plight of humanity than
succumb to the subservience
of apathy.

Let us be the architects of our flesh,
rebuild the house of our souls.
Let’s create our own fingerprints
so that when you come searching for
me beneath the rubble of humanity
I know which hand to reach for.

#love #life #humanity #apathy #spilledink

Jason Cole Mar 2015

Incognito

fools come, fools go
incognito

poets cry and lovers dream
incognito

children die and soldiers scream
incognito

takers take, givers give
good men lie, bad men try
teachers teach, some learn
preachers preach, some turn

fools they come, fools they go
incognito

#poem #poetry #life #living #society #reality #people #humanity #journey #apathy

Graff1980 Mar 2015

Traumatized Adult

We weep for the lost children
Aged harshly by violence
Skin mutilated with red marks
Soul scarred with broken hearts
Bruises and verbal abuses
But as they grow older
Bitter, angry, and colder
Our empathy disappears
And those who need love
Adults who need compassion
And patience
Are lost in a sea of apathy
Cause it is easier to care
For a cute kid
Then it is to help
A traumatized adult

#abuse #apathy #empathy

like clockwork Mar 2015

missed aches (my mistake)

drowning apathy,
   see me cry-
   bleed me dry-
i want to kiss the sun.

choking melancholy,
   ate my heart-
   break my heart-
it still can’t feel a thing.

these ebbing tidal waves
          i ache
               i suffocate.

duct taped seams,
i’m coming apart.
was i this way before?
faded dreams
ache most in the dark.
it’s too easy to let go.

did something die inside?
     cut lifeline-
     butterflies-
or is it just asleep?

these flowing tidal waves
          i shake
               i just can’t take this.

it’s easy? no.
it’s far too hard to let go.

awaiting melodies

#loneliness #apathy

D I A Mar 2015

UnReflected

Sometimes...
I cannot hear your thoughts
Your mind to me
Is like smooth jagged glass
Beneath a pool of liquid winter
A lake of crystallized silence.
It hurts.

Sometimes...
I cannot feel your emotions
Your face is like an empty mask
A hollow shell
Your eyes are depthless glass
Living ice.
I can feel your heartbeat
I can hear you breathe
Tears flow down my cheeks,
Freezing in your frigid warmth.
They sound like antipathy.

Sometimes...
We kiss
Mental screams against silence
Passion against nothingness
Motion against stillness
You don't lie
You don't speak
You do nothing at all.
There're no roses amongst the thorns.

Sometimes...
I hear you speak
Flowers blooming in winter
Blood burning through snow
Your voice is a sirenic thing
Filling me
Maddening me
Tearing my heart apart.
A captivating inferno.
A glacial wind.
A numbing kiss.
Your voice is poison.
I crave its touch.

Sometimes...
I wonder if you're a corpse
I wonder if you're hollow
I wonder if you forget to feel.
Your smile
Is an existential thing.
Your laugh
Is a detached melody.
Your stare
Is an empty dream.
Arctic indifference.
Words fading into the wind.

Sometimes...
I can only see you
An aloof statue
A pitiless observer.
Tears flow down my cheeks,
Freezing in your frigid warmth.
I no longer understand you
Perhaps,
I never did.
Flowers blooming in winter
Blood burning through snow
My devotion
To a narcissistic fascination
Your voice is a sirenic thing
There're no roses amongst the thorns.
It hurts.
I wish to **** you.
You don't lie
You don't speak
You do nothing at all.

Your face remains an empty mask
Mental screams against silence
Arctic indifference
Decayed insanity
Inert image upon darkened glass.
What do I do with all these feelings?
You will not die.

It hurts.

#death #dark #feeling #emotions #cold #apathy #experimental #devotion #emotionless #antipathy

Dennie Pineda Mar 2015

Masochistic Reasoning

Pain is sometimes better than emptiness.

It reminds you that you're not yet dead.

Doesn't make you feel alive. Only reminds you that you're still not dead.

#life #pain #death #apathy #feel #better #*******

Jordan Dean Ezekude Mar 2015

Good Day, Bad Night

Wonderland by day
Wasteland by night

Hospitable under the sun
Hostile under the moon

Flourishing in the light
Destructive in the dark

Heaven for the accompanied
Hell for the alone

I was born on the bright side
Now I live on the dark side

But not for long
I'm going back

This poem pretty much sums up my experience living alone in Stockton-on-Tees for almost two years. Makes me all the more glad that I'll be moving down to Eastleigh this summer.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude

#anger #solitude #loneliness #apathy #isolation #bullying #unfair #bitterness #alienation #hostility