Dearest Helpless,

I've grown tired of your self-pity
and lack of self-esteem,
the constant whining,
the ******* and complaining,
from morning 'til evening.

Always the same story,
never getting better.
Engraved in my memory,
I can recite it completely,
even reminding you at times
of the parts you're forgetting.

Years have passed,
and I see now
what I once thought
was a momentary lapse
in your heartbroken reasoning
has become your whole being.

No need to explain yourself.
I know who you are:
emotionally greedy,
wanting everything,
giving back nothing.

I remember times
when you were happy,
but daydreams awoke
to confuse reality,
what you thought was happening,
wasn't taking place at all.

I've stopped calling,
inviting you out with my friends,
who become your friends too.
I can't sit across from you,
listening to you complain
that you have no friends,
when one sits before you,
and another calls to see
what you're doing.

Maybe you'd be better off
in another country,
away from this city,
truly alone instead of pretending.
But I fear you'd fall in love
with a tree, a bird, or something
and end up with a broken heart
because your affection's object
is not a human being.

If you don't understand love,
speak nothing of it.
Study another subject.

I've lied to you
since the beginning.
I don't have the answers
to your questions.
I know nothing at all,
addicted to talking ****
when I'm not interested.

Share your story
with someone who hasn't heard it.
Maybe they'll have the answers
since mine don't seem to be helping.

I thought about introducing you
to someone new,
but three years later,
after your broken-hearted record plays,
they'd find themselves late
one Sunday evening,
surrounded by friends,
writing you a letter
to explain their feelings,
for they too have grown tired
of the same old story.

History repeats itself
when our patterns
become a habit.
But you never listened,
so I'll stop talking
and end this.

Sincerely,
A friend who will miss your stories.

x

Narcissistic -
Empathetic;
Automatic
Narcoleptic:

To the dreamers
Divine deceivers
A Sublime message,
The faith's receiver'
Understanding lonesome
Psychic sleepers;
The Destroyers'
Disguised Defeater.

Naturalistic,
Apathetic -
Neolithic?
Unrealistic.

x

What is the greatest gift of all?
You can think of a lot of things
A house, a car, a mobile phone
Money, power, fame
Food, drinks, sweets
And I can go on and on
However, as you all know
All these are indicative
Of a materialistic state of mind
In my opinion, the greatest gift
That a human being can receive
Is none other than empathy
There is nothing quite as impactful
As putting yourself in the shoes of others
To show love, you need to show empathy
Imagine the struggles your loved ones go through
Every single day
In order to be successful
When a friend tells you her problems
Listen, not simply to provide solutions
But to understand her perspective
And it doesn't apply only to family and friends
It can apply to anyone
For instance, if you are a counsellor
You need to put yourself in your patient's shoes
And understand why he reacts the way he does
So that you can advise him suitably
If you are a doctor
You need to think the way your patient does
So that you can reassure her
Therefore, it is very important to be empathetic
Because you will then be doing your bit
To make the world a better place to live
Of course, it will not happen overnight
But slowly and steadily
The impact can be felt
However, not everyone is blessed with empathy
There are so many of us
Who think of only themselves
It may help them in the short term
However, they will not be able to find happiness
In the long run
What's the use of wealth or power
If you are not surrounded by people
Who will stick around
Even when the going gets tough?
Hence, as I've said before
The greatest gift
That a human being can receive
Is empathy
Full stop

I cannot give anymore
With the words in my brain
That call me insane
That makes me feel pain
Something I can not explain
I cannot give anymore

My heart is too big
But that’s not enough
My mind is too sick
Alone that is rough
My lungs that hold air
Are hard to compare
To make me aware
That I am still there

They say you are useful
When you are around
Filling their needs
Even when you are drowned
With water in lungs
Your heart on your sleeve
Tears that leave stains
You mind locked in chains
I cannot give anymore

And though my light is dim
And my life seems grim
A breath of fresh air
A break from despair
Where things seem calm
Time ticks like a bomb
I remember a day
A reason to stay

I cannot give anymore
A light that was dim
Shot off on a whim
Filling with light
Starting a fight
My lungs fill with air
My brain starts to care
Winning the war
I know I can say



I can give more

Why do i feel much and yet experience so little.

~In memory of Avy W (1981-2019)~

Oh, my dear, short Avy with a long "A"
I just learned of your sad demise today
Full seventy days since you passed away
Dark news eclipsing such a sunny day

Last visit ended with you hugging me
October's visit now will never be
Hopes, dreams, goals cast aside as mere debris
Life cut short, stolen by the enemy

Your husband and son together do mourn
Your mother and father both so forlorn
Thirty-eight years from the time you were born
Your young, precious life from each of them torn

You will always remain forever young
Forever precious and forever fun
Forever kind, empathetic and sweet
Forever found where love's memories meet

May future's reunion as tender be
Now forever safe in God's memory

First things first,
When problems can't seem to get worse,,
An unmistakable feeling of despair & lack of courage,
Comes forth,
Before unbearable growing thoughts burst,

Here is a bit of friendly advice,
I know a marvelous church,
Where they praise and rejoice,
With the utmost love,
All in the name of Christ,

Let me tell you about their devout leadership
What could it hurt?
Pastors preach with guidance of the Holy Spirit,
Along with practicing,
Each and every aspect of the word,

You couldn't begin to fathom or explain,
How they constantly remain selfless,
Willing to help no matter day, night, sun or rain,
Without the slightest pinch of selfishness,

Don't think for a minute,
That they could ever be replaced,
It would be the same as a car without an engine,
What good is the body, if it has no face,

Hope this brings some people to a realization,
About the things I'm hesitant to mention,
Such as my life being plauged by the devil's terrorization,
Until they helped save my soul with nothing but Devine Intervention,

To all facing complication and tribulations
Be it from fear of revelation,
Maybe a wealth situation,
Something as serious as health degeneration,
Students struggling with education frustration,
Feelings of isolation due to lack of affirmation,
Or difficulty coping a separation of relation,

Seek solace and consolation,
Because the truth is that it's all God's intention,
Including our pastors helping guide us to our final destination,
Finally bringing unification,

Let us show our appreciation,
By displaying gratification for those who lead our congregation,
For unimaginable amounts of their dedication
Best of all is their aspiriation,
To do all they can to help us find peace in salvation,

With that being said I want to thank them,
They are loved in the fullest,
They deserve nothing less,
Than a standing ovation,

-Ajm

i feel,
apathetic right now
i feel,
emotionless right now
and it's scary. it's scary to feel, nothing,

i tried to preserve my innocence as much as possible,
but, in what i've seen, throughout childhood, my innocence was like
gutted and killed.
and that also is pretty scary
cuz i feel like
along with innocence, things go hand in hand, like
happiness, and love
and i think moments of love don't last forever but,
nothing lasts forever.
but in the moment, love and sharing it really,
it puts you in a place like,
kinda like another dimension where,
you and this other person can,
let loose and do anything.
i like,
text this girl
and uhm,
it's scary to say the least,
cuz i don't want to admit that i depend on her, but i do
and depending on someone is scary because they might not depend on you so you just,
are stuck, waiting for this person to call back, when they have other people in their life. and i'm really antisocial, so i don't have many people.
and like,

i just feel scared for my future.

it's really messed up cuz you get so lost in someone.
that the only way to get out is to just,
delete them.
because you can't really delete people from real life.
i mean you could,
and it's ******* horrible.