#indifference poems on Hello Poetry

Kvothe May 2014

I’m absorbed by my apathy,

like pineapple in jelly,

it’s hard for me to escape the grasp of this gelatinous path,

the further I traverse this sticky boardwalk of indifference,

the harder it becomes to see what the point is-

The way people live their lives,

there is no thrill in 9 to 5.

The reason seems to evade my sights,

past the golden horizon and towering heights.

I’ve resigned myself to this winding trail in the middle ground,

with no hatred to spare, nor love to be found,

maybe someday I’ll spot a stray oppinion,

and then I’ll know where to begin.

Constructive criticism is always welcome

#apathy #indifference

WCA Apr 2014

The Hazards Of The Dead

You must run from her,
For she has fragmented her heart,
And therefore,
Has no tolerance for yours.
-

*Her face seemed as though it had been kind once.

#love #broken #heart #face #kind #indifference

KNOWER Apr 2014

... unrequited love...

Indifference considered in a broken moment
Steals the essence of your heart, your very soul
Though it offers a temporal escape
It wouldn't do for the long haul

Live for the moment
Live and learn
Learn to love
Only then would you truly see

Victims of love un-requited
Each and all
You and I
Only then would you truly see

Under the sky I'll patiently wait

This is an acrostic which I penned for my lady friend with the hope of coaxing her out of her indifference towards me.

Needless to say that the idea fell flat on its face! :/
I probably would have been better off had I not tried.

NOTE TO FUTURE-SELF:
If you ever get to gain access to a time-travelling mechanism, please go back in time and stop the "past you" from writing this!
"Present me" - who'll be "past you" by then - would very much appreciate it.

Yours sincerely,
Me, you, us
(Whichever would float your boat then :) if there even will be boats by then :p )

P.S.: feel free to dial back to all the moments that "past us" has ever acted like an *** and just give him a heads up of the chains he's about to set into motion and the repercussions thereafter.
If he isn't convinced to act otherwise by what I'd imagine to be a flawless argument delivered by none other than (ahem!) yours truly :) (a.k.a. "future me" or as you'd probably prefer, "relatively futuristic, present you") regarding Newton's universal 3rd law, just bribe him with some fudge. That should do the trick. :)

P.P.S.: Fudge rocks! :b

#love #truth #life #heart #soul #patience #unrequited #acrostic #apathy #indifference

Erica Forever Mar 2014

Letters

where are you now, love?
I need to feel you here.
letters each week
uncertain you're safe,
please say so.
don't tell me the terror
that haunts your every day.
invent sunshine for me.
you'll be back soon, right?
no worries..

do you remember?
upon quiet return,
don't treat me like the past;
let's find a way
into the lukewarm unknown.
the future is daunting
but it's okay, right?
no worries..

don't you feel it?
a worn out passion clings
to fabric stretched thin over two cold years.
my cautious hand
your hardened affect
I swear you were ticklish..
a dull, prodding regret
exhausting, heavy
it will get better..
you'll be okay soon, right?

right?
..

#love #regret #letters #soldier #indifference #return

Erica Forever Mar 2014

Motivation

My imagination places me on the precipice of a giant void, the wind against my back. I could just turn around..
But I know the truth. I'm already at bottom. I search for the slightest sign of a transient light.. anything that would give me a reason to move. Anything. To make a change. Please?
But there is nothing.
There's nothing left of me. I'm gone. Lost.
The steps I take are mechanical and dull. A last feeble attempt at prolonging the facade that I'm still here.
This is my fault.
To think I used to be so driven. So awake.
I don't sleep anymore.
As much as I want to blame you,
or the wine glasses my lips have such affinity for,
or your haunting indecision..
But what's the point anyway?
I curl up on my floor, a heap of mud.
An inaudible sigh escapes my lips. A catch in my breath.
My attempt to choose which flavor of Kraft would carry my body today has failed. I'm out of time.
I'm late.
I'm always late.
Maybe I won't even go.
I hate it anyway.
But I can't change it.
I am powerless.
I tilt my head towards the shelf. I can't lift it. I can't force myself to lift it.
Hair falls over my face. Why am I so weak?
It's all my fault.
Was I ever enough?
I can't even hate you in the ways I wish I could.
Even hatred would propel me to stand.
But it won't, and I won't.
It's too late.
I'm always late.
Maybe I won't even go.

#heartbreak #broken #wine #late #nostalgia #indifference #motivation #weakness #blame #lack #fault

MarkTheGr8 Mar 2013

Soul Reapers

The soul reapers take until there's nothing left,
walking by like hollow vessels.
All expressions far too faded,
endlessly wandering with no meaning.
Long gone are feelings of remorse and sympathy,
now only gestures with no sincerety.
Corpses lie empty on the ground,
so grey, soon abandoned by all color in the skin.
Reapers walking by devoid of empathy,
reavealing their indifference and disdain.
Their minds are breeding lies,
creating the venom their tongues are spitting.

— The End —