#empathetic
stuck in a costco my brain begins to melt
due to the food court aroma that i smelt,
i felt too much and too little
as my brain began to become more fickle
i saw the flowers stuck to wilt
the shelves up to and fro
as i felt the world begin to slow
sunken into the couch, so long ago
i felt the memories came back, the bad hand i was dealt
not all bad but not all good
he never answers but he should
for i started to cry in this little feud
remember how angry he was, so mean and rude.
to tell me to die on my birthday, what a shame, a shame on this costco day.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
Just know, it's not your fault.
No, It's not your fault .
The Mind betrays the heart.
But no, it's not your fault.
It's not like you could know.
Paths you were meant to walk.
All paths will over grow.
Being lost is not your fault.
Your human form stays lost.
The soul will pay no cost.
It's created to bathe in light.
No darkness is your fault.
Oars ****** you toward a call.
You'll get weak, and you'll stall.
The sea will never calm.
No struggle is your fault.
Know that it's not your fault.
Your heart takes all the shots.
It's running from your mind,
And no, It's not your fault
For, all will over grow.
The sea will never calm.
And no, it's not your fault.
Just know, it's not your fault.
©
Derek Abraxas
"The Quantum Bound Poet"
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
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.
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
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
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 10:48 AM UTC
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
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC
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
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
With pathetic attempts at empathy,
I'll try to feel what you're feeling.
Equally ineffective: sympathy,
I'll feel sorry for your situation.
'Maybe I can help,'
I say, knowing full well I can't.
It'll leave me feeling pathetic.
Over not being __pathetic.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
~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
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
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
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
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.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
"even the most ironed door can be opened"
he said: "maybe I'm not the key you were looking for, but I'm the key you need"
behind plenty-ironed door
there's the carpet streched on floor
and the door itself it's locked
trodden by the savage cold.
but inside it is as cold
as the man forgot the hearth
and there's nobody too bold
to fulfill the chimney's glow.
on the walls I see your pictures
memories with your belonged
with their wings against our curse
fainted down, when the time have bonged.
from outside I see a ruin
a poor house ready to fall
and I hate that you're not doin'
and refuse your only call.
back inside, I see the carpet
outstretched down, being still trampled
by your once beloved and left
it is ****** without a hope
triggered by your burdened rope.
near the pictures stands the clock
counting down your priceless life
with your mind against your soul
so's the hollow 'gainst the whole.
why you keep your ironed door
locked up, fallen in knees
with your carpet
burdened on the floor
when the-entire house still seek
for your own evanesced keys?
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Lonely
In the corner
Staring into an abyss
of pointless options
And all the edges
in the world
Aren't sharp enough
to cut through
The concrete wall
surrounding her heart
Cold
In a crowded room
Searching for an empathetic face
She sees the smiles
filling the empty space
And it seems
that no amount of joy
Is real enough
to take the fears place
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
*I reach
into you
searching for
something familiar
We have forgotten
we were
once inseparable
All of us
collectively
singular
rising out of
the great expanse
We’ll live again
like the stars
born again
on the
horizon*
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Living in a world of invertebrates
A shadow that reeks cologne
Upon those who reek none
The benefactor of the scent
Is for himself, herself, both, or nil?
A fool in the box
No time to help
But time enough away for a guilt to shine
But outside shines introspection?
A plastic model
No generosity for a spine
Two hands in beyond displace
A smile where it should grace
Asleep in a heart of a child
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
I have to be strong for other people.
This is all that I know.
I cannot, must not, break down
in front of another human.
My pain takes a backseat to theirs.
Cast aside, on my own comand.
I still feel the pain, however.
And when I'm alone...
Sometimes, when alone,
I remember.
I break.
I hurt.
Then I walk out.
Ready to take on another person's burdens.
(d d.b)
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
There is a difference between knowing and understanding.
You know how I feel because I have told you;
I explain my emotions
and you chose to listen.
I understand how you feel because I live it.
You do not tell me,
but I understand
exactly
the emotions
that course through your
body and mind and soul.
I never chose this.
And I never wanted it.
When I tell people I am an empathic
they mostly roll their eyes.
They have no idea what I am talking about,
until I touch their skin
and relay
every emotion
of their
whole
lives.
Then they call me freak.
But I cannot help it.
Anything that feels pain I feel pain for.
When your teeth sparkle in laughter's sunlight
mine twinkle under the changing moon.
When your skin turns searing red with rage
mine glows white hot as a smith's hammer.
When your lungs burn from submerged depression
mine are right there
waiting
to release their final breathe.
There are those
who turn and marvel
like I am some otherworldly being
meant to be shoved in a glass cage
and goggled at in a zoo.
They tell me it is a gift to understand.
To that I say:
this world is no utopia.
How would you like to see every flaw?
How would you like to drown in the ocean of tears?
How would you like to experience your skin raw from all the fury?
How would you like feel the ragged edges of scars
raised as far as they were cut
with every curious brush of your fingertips?
You wouldn't.
This is no gift
unless from Hell.
In my lifetime
I have tried to make it
so the world doesn't hurt
so that I don't hurt.
Now I know;
I can't.
I can't whip the tears from each child's soft chin.
I can't massage the ice from each man's shriveled heart.
I can't dowse the flames from each woman's fiery tongue.
I can't.
The only thing I can do
is change my position within this world
in an attempt
to heal my scars.
And I am not sure which soothes my pain more:
surrounding myself
with those from whom I receive the most
sorrow and anger and dread
because they
understand me;
they can help,
or
engulfing myself
within the entourage of those who always smile:
to drown out all the pain
and push the world aside.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
How can I access these feelings
I’ve never felt before?
No experience can measure to the
pain I feel internally, fragmentally.
I’ve never felt real pain,
but I can write.
I can imagine how it is to feel this way
is this indirect or insincere?
I’m not sure.
But I feel it.
In my lungs I feel it.
In my heart I feel it.
In my brain I feel it.
Pain I’ve never experienced,
It’s inside of me
and I can’t make it leave.
How do I make it leave?
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC