#pity
I view myself as a quiet person, even though I'm loud,
Maybe it's because I don't show the real me to the rest of the crowd?
Or I crave being excluded so much that I envision myself in that way...
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Pain.
Addictive like it's some sort of drug,
A place I've grown so used to I could call it home,
When in reality it's my emotions being swept under the rug.
And I convince myself that I'm the victim,
That I'm being pushed, and beat
When really I'm tripping over the shoelaces that I myself tied together underneath my feet.
And I cry and I sulk,
In all this selfish pity,
Wondering why?
Why me?
Why is it always me?
Why do people like to hurt me?
Oh but they don't,
It's my twisted way of feeling comfort.
A self sabotage, that only does more hurt.
Because I don't know anything better,
I don't know what real peace feels like.
Only the creation in my head,
And that creation is home.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
i remember her lost arts between her teeth
her arms like a treasure
her lost interest in life when she couldn't bear the love's words
her lost image in a cloud can turn me into a clay faced immortal
who's already dead no matter what
i am wondering if she can forgive me like i couldn't
in one of her peaceful days
while she simply destroys one and lives another on a different land
watching and talking to the flowers
that are still growing
somewhere on earth we don't know
her words were kind
her lost contact is as soft and warm as they were
all of her beliefs i drowned and set myself for a lot of shenanigans
that have failed to achieve me
to be who i should be
i remember her lost calender and language
which all of the strange lights and doors got bathed and enjoyed once
with so many nymphs
and demigods
and celebrations of the ancient times
that have ever lived and witnessed
the stories of the past lovers
are crying now and pity us
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
My thoughts are jellyfish washed up on shores
made of broken hourglasses,
Their tentacles tangling with
the memories of footsteps I never took.
The pressure of unlived lives presses down like an
ocean made of lead,
Drowning me in possibilities that drift away
like smoke in a hurricane.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
“In the tumult of civil discord, the laws of society lose their force, and their place is seldom supplied by those of humanity. The ardor of contention, the pride of victory, the despair of success, the memory of past injuries and the fear of future dangers all contribute to inflame the mind and to silence the voice of pity. From such motives almost every page of history has been stained with civil blood.”
Edward Gibbon wrote this in his 1776 classic,
“The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.”
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 9:01 AM UTC
When my scars are showing
am I just as pretty
or
am I just another soul
that you pity.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
homesick
heart ache
heart is in decay
a sickness known to all
so who do i think i am
to wallow in my own pain
as if i am the first
to feel
well
i pray that i
am the
last
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
Such a mere desire to have, my lady.
To be suffocated in sol of your life is a mere desire you thrist upon daily. Look at the cads!
Look how merry they are by buffoonery while you leak of probity. How generous were you when you let his sin fall in yours.
Gave a taste of your soul to a foul,
I pity you my lady.
I really do.
In odour you seek paradise with a prize of affection
yet all i see and all i will is that your kindness towards them gives them the right to ****
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
Distraction corrupts you.
As you lack interest.
I am just, noise.
Your ears are cushioned; absorbing a buzz.
Just listen to me, respect me.
Mocking me as I try to be civil.
You belittle me.
And the buzzing stops.
Your head finally turns.
You slapped the fly,
and its juices neatly seat the bench,
and you stare, and you don't care.
I slump, melting.
Clenching my jaw.
You pluck my wings,
and I let you.
My dignity stripped.
Your ego; unrestrained, unrestricted.
You just watch,
as my eyes blurt a river.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
i was born and on fire. my skin, open flesh wounds that bled onto anyone in a close vicinity. my face, a cloud of black dust. i knew that i had love in my heart to share with the world, but no one could see past the mold on my skin that would spread to them if they got too close. i was born into two things: a fruit that appeared ripe on the outside but leaked out a decayed, rotten mess, and the hands that opened said fruit with blood that held on. i watch the destruction i've made, that i didn't mean to make, but i believed that it was justified. i wait for someone to understand these words, not to pity me, but to find a part of themselves in me. i have found nobody. i fear that as of now, i am a walking, moldy model of decaying flesh and raw meat. i did not want to be this way. i did not want to be the black sheep. i did not want to be bad. i am a sculpture of wet clay that they could mold with their pure hands, and despite all that creativity in their alive and well minds, they have carved the word "rotten" in my flesh.
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May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
Why are you having
A PITY PARTY???
Why do you feel SO DOWN???
POUTING, GROANING, AND
FROLICKING,
JUST NOT HAPPY AT ALL,
with a very
NOTICEABLE FROWN!!!
It's very clear that you're UNHAPPY,
Feeling all BLUE INSIDE
You're MOPING AROUND,
feeling SORRY for YOURSELF,
Oh, the AGONY that it PROVIDES, but
I am Here to inform you, that
In Reality, THERE IS STILL HOPE,
There is still a BRIGHTER DAY,
To help you along as YOU COPE,
So, please don't have a PITY PARTY,
Just wish those GRAY CLOUDS AWAY,
Your HAPPINESS will return REAL SOON
Let the SUNSHINE ENLIGHTEN YOU TODAY!!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/25/2025
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
“I look at you,” he told me, “and I think to myself; now here’s a guy whose got it all: he’s over fed, has a nice watch on his wrist and his shoes, although not my style, are brand new. The only thing he doesn’t have are troubles and worries.”
“bartender,” I shouted, “I’ll take one more and the tab.”
“hey man what about me,” he asked, “mind topping me off?”
“and another one for the poor sap next to me.”
“you see what I mean,” he continued. “you can afford to buy drinks for yourself and for others. as for myself, they forced me into a war I didn’t support and I also got my *** shot off for a cause unknown. I was stripped of my emotions, gutted from my life, they sodomized my psyche, carved the dream out of my head and I was never given a chance at having children or a future. and all this happened before I ever held a beer or tasted a cigarette or had a woman in my bed.”
I didn’t bother responding
in hopes that he’d get the hint
but as expected, he was as
clueless as my ex-wife
and as he carried on
with relentless persistency
each word dug in like a cat scratch
and all I could do was clench my glass tighter and tighter to contain myself.
“I’ve been spit on, kicked out, beat up and let down,” he further continued. “the streets are hard and unkind and everywhere you go you’re unwanted and everything is locked. why do you think I pour into these bars late at night? to drink? naw man, I just need a place to go, a roof over my head you know?”
that was it.
I had enough.
I finished my drink,
got off the stool
and headed toward the exit.
“hey buddy,” he shouted, “can I get another one for the road?”
“no.”
“just one more?”
“NO!” I screamed.
“c’mon man, you’ve got everything and I’ve got nothing. what makes you better than anyone else?”
“now look here you bumbling idiot…”
“but…but…but…” he interrupted.
“I’ve heard your tales of woe and now you’re going to listen to me,” I said sternly. “I look overfed because of poor diet and lack of exercise caused by working 60-80 hours a week with no time to take care of myself. I have a nice watch and new shoes but it came with a price. I’ve traded in my freedom for comfort, my time for materials and any chance of love for success. you say I have everything and you have nothing? I say you’re wrong. you’ve got something I no longer possess and that my friend is soul. don’t lose that. don’t buy into the mold. don’t conform. don’t become like everyone else. most of the people you see in here have imprisoned themselves into their own personal hell. that’s the way society wants it. but you’re free. truly free. and another thing… don’t worry about sorrow. everyone’s got problems and nobody wants to hear about it. why do you think people are in here? for the enjoyment? no, there here to forget. just. like. you.”
**** you ******* I don’t need a lecture from you or your cheap advice. all I need is a ******* drink!”
…and with that,
I walked out into the
dark and empty streets
where they greeted me
with their silence.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
I'm a somber soul,
My baby is sick at home.
I'm too far to walk,
I'm too young to drive.
Oh it's such a pity,
Lonely with the little lows of life.
My baby is sick at home,
But I've just gotta pocket,
All my strife to sickness.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
Dear Lord,
Hi,
Hello there
How are you?
Actually and more importantly,
Who are you?
Who am I?
Why don't you ask how am I?
Don't you want to get to know me?
Why don't you come down from the sky?
On some devine rescue
Where's the compassion?
I'd settle for pity
We're all blind from an eye for an eye
Why can't we meet face to face,
Eye to eye?
You must know I don't fear you
So it must be you who fears me
What kind of father are you?
Most figured by now
You'd have come through
But you seem to be afraid of anything new
Of course I've turned on you
Well,
Turned from you
But that's on you
©2024
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
A proud mother's push
Wings spreading to catch the breeze,
a baby grounded
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 10:31 AM UTC
Open up my wounds
Drench me in my sorrow
With every waking day,
hand me another pill too hard to swallow
It gives me thrill
A taste of a dark state of bliss
For who can resist
another opportunity to wallow?
My very own mind made misery
A haven from the first sign of glee
Take me there
so I can go nowhere
Lock me in
the sanctuary under my skin.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
Shall the cries of the dead be heard?
When the world quites down,
Do the weeping winds coax their pain?
Seeping the ground for their comfort,
Will the rain find it's purpose then?
Will it be happy knowing it's not just a source of shallow joy for the living?
Will the clouds stop crying?
Out of pity for the dead,
once alive,
Does the sun apprise us of the regret of the day before or the one ahead,
Does it pity the ones it doesn't serve,
The ones dead
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
A wise man once said,
if you want to allow yourself a bread,
you need to know how to sell yourself
when he found my dusty grey shelf.
Young Me asked — “What is it that I need to sell,”
and he responded,
“sell your laugh
with a mouthful of pebbles in your mouth,
then sprawl your wings of a moth
and mimic a butterfly,”
“But, that's All I have left!” Young me screeched -
protecting the only vanity I possessed,
which I put on the market so cheap, so priceless
to those who never will to pay,
but I demanded the bidding too high
to those who gave me
a worthless charity,
a careless pity.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 4:12 PM UTC
“I’ve just had enough!”
“Enough of what?” I asked
“How can you not see it?” she cried
“See what?”, I said
”Simply, how I’ve just had enough”
“Oh…no, I see”, I confessed.
“Indeed, you’ve taken more than your share”.
Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 12:30 AM UTC
Ruthless, a little
cynical, hellbent on
suicide
It's over before it
even begins tonight.
Cause a scene and
simply explode,
Hurt the ones around you,
the ones you already loved,
Lose them like dominos, falling,
one-by-one, it's almost
appalling.
Place the blame, but you know
it doesn't work
You've tried everything
and they already know,
This shade of blue doesn't
look good on you,
What is your true calling?
Do you know what you want
out of life?
The signal never connects,
and blood rushes to your head,
Alert the others, tell them
you've reached the end.
It's over before it even
begins,
You begin to cave
and shamble
Can't hold it together
So you explode and
explain to them
How much you
fight.
How much you try.
Nobody cares.
And you're in denial
Again this time.
It's hard to believe,
that at the end of the day
No one cares and
no one will believe you,
They'll only see
You when you
make an effort and
See the other side.
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 6:34 PM UTC
I can only be the me I don't want me to be
I see what I want but can't have what I want to see
Taking a knee to self-loathing, abandoning self-loyalty
The pitiful pity the fool, it make sense then they'd pity me
©2024
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC
You say quote, "it should be easy to see" that you love me
Promising me, biyearly, that I'm your one and only
Your heart was supposedly given to me willingly
But you kept the key
So I wait endlessly for you outside the entry
I pine for you in spite of me
Yet you waste no desire on me
Avoiding anything resembling intimacy
Can't even toss me something phony
Hiding that half of your beauty from me
While forcing me to ignore that better half of me
Both instantly and,
It's occurred to me more recently,
Possibly for all eternity
Won't blow me like I'm somehow below me
I faintly remember you'd at least pity fuuck me
Now I seem to turn you off completely
Acting like you need to do absolutely nothing sexually
Literally refusing to be seen hand in hand in public with me
You constantly go out of your way to physically avoid me
The reason?
Because you know you've hooked me already
Leaving you to instantly cancel the pageantry
But is it to much to ask to willingly snuggle up close to me?
Hell...it must be...
Because you're giving off that type of energy
While ******* the entirety of my passion till my souls empty
Not s single thought on how this might affect me
You've more that just damaged me
But go ahead and ignore what's going to finally break me completely
No, really
Step back through the stage curtain and curtsy, you've beat me
©2024
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 4:55 PM UTC
why do u always look up when u are sad ?
at least the starts will look at the tears
that people failed to see
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
here i am on a train ride
on it for the first time in years
when it was supposed to be with you this year
we made plans to travel more together many times
and we wanted to make it work this time around
but now it ***** that you ain’t here
maybe it’s for the best
maybe it’s meant for me to make memories with my girls
maybe we were not meant to make any more memories and be each other’s first time for everything
you were great, but you were broken
and you dragged me down the pit with you
as selfish as I can be as a person
you were way worst than i can ever be
i loved you with you all my heart
but now all I have left to offer you is my rage
i don’t wish you the best
i don’t wish you happiness
i wish you'd cry
regret
suffer
for all the torture you’ve put me through
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 3:00 AM UTC
Part of me says stay small, part go big
Part says eat your fill, part don’t pig
Kenko says: long life brings many shames
I say the gray sky brings winter, no blame
The impassable mountains we revere
Moderate the force of wind and water
Get the cement truck into the refrigerator
We shall honor all of life sooner or later
Anything can happen if you don’t resist
To get lucky you gotta be careful first
You discover dying’s much like living
Who should I thank for the pity of things?
O to have the smile of a lover
Who wouldn’t rather be elsewhere!
Jun 13, 2023
Jun 13, 2023 at 6:23 AM UTC