#sympathetic
I don’t know what I’m going to say
Emotional blockage, it’s here to stay
I’ve been waiting for a moment, I’m not ok
Letter was awful, I lost my ways
I need to accept, that things do change
Hall of shame, from the hall of fame
I can’t keep going, when I hear your name
2 couples together, it drives me insane
I hurt so many, birds out of my cage
Swan dancing to the ground
A last resort all those found
The King of Queens is now the jester of spades
Why I do mess up everything
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
symphonies of sympathy
do i move on too quickly?
outrageous empathy
i feel your energy lately
dangerous deeds unraveling
is the prison cell breaking?
symphonies of sympathy
what is the story i am making?
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 3:33 AM UTC
The advance of spices
Found in today's shyness
The shrewd and spry, auspices
Of a count of succinctly, the face you make is...
My favor of sincerity
Such an uncertain cue, to look the other way...?
And know the silence, has a question in all civility
Does a sly thought, have the best of well, your day?
Dawn, the silver of the clouds
Has just fallen in love; with a coming star...?
Sharing only the mornings rustling, of breezes and towns
The taste of seclusion with a joy here, never to far...
Noon, the more we modernly save, the time
Happy was a heralded ordeal, of handsomeness's stone
We take to resolve, for another solution of sides
We are with, the kindness and the insist, of complication...
Dusk, and the fools of surmisal, have become realer silence...
The stare of synchronicity and its terror, love
Has the day for another you, with a realm to signify, the end
Of a wishing sky; a simpler earth, hungry for a covenant...
And the night of a lands court...
Made to order, and seldom, the love of forces we describe
As mercy, to an angel's heart, the very first vanity to flirt
Has you by a king, notice a queen share a kiss with life...
Any and all, the resolute masses, take their time...
Here, and the space for vanity to understate hell
With whose tongue; we know the contrite, the pain, and exodus of rights?
Of a coulding mirror? so did the candor it took to say desire's day, and all's well...
With the light and the shadow...
Spirit in my hand, or estrange a hair for a carnal blossom
I've seen your care become a salt, an imagination of milk and honey
That has a jew for you, a waiting wall of accord that has seen, loves and hates shown...
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 6:57 PM UTC
What intrigues
The flint
To spark a thought?
Is it sadistic?
Is it sympathetic?
Recognizable,
Understandable,
Plausible?
Do you ever
Know enough?
Lost in search for
The heart
Of the matter
Do you truly believe
In this world
You've created?
Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 3:50 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
Sometimes I apologize to people,
not just because they might get mad.
But because they might get sad--
that their day is ruined
because of the things that shouldn't have happened.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
i am prismic and entrancing, refracting - always reflecting my insides outwards. you will know how i feel if i want you to know so, i will tell you how to feel and by my will you will do so, i am hypnotic and sympathetic. i am blinding and righteous.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
_I do opine that a constant life, although agreeable in its construction and longevity, may render its subject without two sympathetic words to rub together._
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Sometime the best nights sleep comes
When you spend the day being
Humble
Selfless
Helpful
Sympathetic
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
My heart is pacing
thudding against my ear drums
like I just ran a marathon.
I feel nauseous and light.
Breathe
But somehow this word doesn't seem to make a difference.
Breathe
But no sir seems to find a way into my lungs.
Breathe
But somehow all I find myself is being a sympathetic nervous system.
With self doubt crashing
and enveloping me.
My hands are trembling with
jittering nerves passing underlyingly.
Somehow nothing is soothing
Or calming me.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
Marathon ideas
Without a pauses
Dry-vision
Seeding the future
Neglecting all rules
Being a Gladiator
Instructed for a win, win
To cast away doubt, “survival of fittest”
White lie
Painting a dream
Irony
Discipline, is to smile less
A vain thought!
Then begins,
Holy search within
Birth, decay and death
All age goes through this
End of suffering
Origin of nirvana
Tranquility,
Let’s control over the senses
With a sympathetic joy
Living without sttachment
In a Cemetery of peace
Inhale, Exhale
For a search within.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
As we danced in the moonlight
Our souls together once again
Dancing, feeling ever so amazing
Together in harmony
Your smile warms my heart every time I look at you
These thoughts aren't real though
Just a fiction of my imagination
I sob in my bed wondering where you are in this world
If you're alive or not
If you've moved on yet
I miss you
Please come back baby
Never leave me alone
Let's stay together forever
Please baby, I'm begging you
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
My abs are tense waiting for
attack and
my breath is not as
deep as usual my shoulder blades attract
each other as my neck
stiffens
above them my
eyes go dryer the more I
don't blink but
the rest of me is wet
with sweat
driving for the
first time is a lot
harder than I thought, not
even including the
car
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
The job of the heart
A constant throb
Mere kernels until all is cob
The swab of eyes
Please do advise
Popeyes
That savory smell
In a crunchy shell
A munchy crisp
Misspelt in emotion
Chunky potatoes drizzled in gravy
Honey drenched on top of biscuits
Mac & cheese
Taking apart the sorrow of that cob like heart
Even if for a while
Least the stomach feels better
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
He has small hands and short legs
The dictator’s mercy he must beg
Carries a gun and flaunts it out
Even when words don’t come out
He is just taught to ****
Whom so ever he spots ram or bill
He does not know what’s boon or bane
Once by the rebel group his family was slain
Step by step he comes to war
Where his survival is not sure
He does not know what he is doing under freedom’s name
For him it is just a bloodshed game
He took a life and the blood he spill
Now everyday for sleep he needs a pill
He carries a grenade but never pulled the pin
He enjoys their painful din
Now a bullet has pierced his flesh
And now he is in despair and distress
His time has come and he is dead
The vultures would be well fed
Another boy picks his gun
And is on a rampage just for fun
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
I don't mean to inundate you
With the writing of my thoughts
When you're drowning
In you're own
But inside myself
I am vulnerable and delicate
With nowhere to roam
I have endless compassion
And a very sympathetic ear
If you want to talk to me
I am always here.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
The dismal scene
Of church
And parking lot
Played before her hazy eyes.
God absent from the pews,
The moon,
And wherever the **** else
People believed He could be.
She sat on the parking stop,
Knees close.
The night air lapped at her arms,
Raising hell beneath her skin,
And Satan
In her yearning bones.
Her heart beat
At varying abnormal paces.
Her stomach stirred
In craving.
She scratched at her ribs;
A little too hard,
Bruising ****** skin.
God was gone.
And for a moment all she had was a sympathetic truck,
Parked next to her.
But then
She knew she didn't even have that.
Images of her childhood
Sunday mornings, accompanying grandma to church
Appeared as targets
For mind's gun.
She brought from behind her,
The gasoline.
And ran
Without hesitation,
Skipping gleefully as she poured.
Then lit a small pool.
And watched as the church
Erupted into burning
Chaos and
Forgiving embers.
Then she left to satiate
Bitter craving.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC