"sympathise" poems
Syria oh Syria why do you bleed?
Brother fights brother without thought or need
Ruled by a tyrant for so many years
And now the spilt blood is washed away by tears
Democracy by debate you tried and you failed
Now the wives and mothers they cry and they wail
Democracy now sought at the point of a gun
Your country in turmoil, lives being undone
I sympathise and weep at your terrible plight
Your people are dying, no end in sight
Can man ever undo the chaos he's wrought?
Going to war without reason or thought
Syria oh Syria your bloods being drained
By those who would seek political gain
When the killing is done will you be better off?
Is what you might gain worth all the loss?
Your economy gone so how will you live?
The worlds in recession, no money to give
Families destroyed and homes are no more
All destroyed by a political war
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
I'm too despressed to notice I'm stressed out
Suppressed emotions inside, shouldn't let out
Seeing is believing but what I see isn't real
I am forced to accept these "realities" and ignore the way I feel
I don't mean to sadden, entertain, bore, or aggravate,
For a decade I find that this is how I communicate
The only way I can precisely speak out on the unhealthy pleasures
As the chemicals of my brain, they fornicate
These levels of relationships aren't supposed to be
It'll **** me sometime later, look at how it has ruined my personality
Seeing is believing, but you won't believe what I see
How can I act 'normal' when you won't acknowledge I can't do 'human being'
My animalistic compulsions are fuelled by my failing brain functions
Don't get too close cause I'll try to bite, I sympathise for your flesh when I malfuntion
Don't be scared, I'm not canibalistic, I just like to use my teeth
Humans scare me, I must defend myself, uh, I mean, to smile and eat
I'm not afraid to say it, but I'm scared when I'm saying it, I have to say
I have been observing your mundane human actions, I really don't want to be put away
I always feel foreign, alienated, out-of-place
But because I'm "considerate," I have to bite my tongue to save me some face
I'm too stressed out to notice that I'm depressed
Wanting mental soundessnes, yes, peace, my hallucinations don't give me rest
My taughts speed down their highway, my delusions are always a-fest
They inflict beneath my exterior, but for the public eye, I wear a crest
"I wear my skin well, don't you think?" I lie, becuase it ill-fits
I am totally normal, "I'm fine." Can't change the fact I'm a misfit.
The beams that bear my bag of meat rust and thus begin to weaken
The lethal sagging's caused by the mental luggage, I'm not heard, even though I'm speaking
Many persons think that I'm overly paranoid, I must admit, that I am
You would be the same way too, if about your health, no one ever gives a ****
Help doesn't come, because their 'laters' always becomes 'nevers'
I am not that superhuman, can't keep myself together, forever
They claim that they would help me, some way, somehow, but their actions never initiate
Someday, sometime, it would all be over, through a thorough death physical or mental
Oh yes, I'm still believing, you can't accuse me of not having faith.
I look forward to my healing, but all the while, my brain chemicals fornicate.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
It was one of those mornings
where you peer out your bottom floor window,
and look up at the raindrops freshly fallen.
You feel broken,
and yet rushed with an unexplainable emotion.
but you know it’s a good one simply with a bad aftertaste.
You see people everyday, no, you stare at them.
You wish for relationships you once had.
Others you wish you could hold,
and those you could never give up.
Have you ever heard the saying about faking a smile?
It’s an understatement.
It’s not sadness, or anger really, just pain.
It doesn't start out as pain, it just evolves, over time.
The madness results in Emotionally caused Physical pain.
The pain doesn't hurt, it just...sits.
This emotion that we've nicknamed pain, rushes through the body,
Arms numbs, legs shaking, eyes holding back, everything.
It’s all caused from sight, with a drop of longing.
You see this person everyday.
You long for the same people every single day.
And your body just longs for them.
It’s not as lustful as it sounds.
You just possess an attraction to these people.
An attraction that even the most specific and descriptive of words could not describe.
You sit there and you are bound by society’s lock on intermingling.
You are bound by the mock and disgust of others.
You are bound by that person of which you desire.
You are bound simply by yourself.
All this.
All of this Emotion, if you will, was bound in that little drop that clings to the window.
That was but a drop of what I feel every single day.
You can’t imagine
but don't let me sound as if I am exaggerating.
For I am not.
I have felt wonderful things.
Things I am not sure most of you have felt.
Though I wish you could.
I wish I could place my hand on your chest
I wish that all of that energy, that emotion, would flow into you and then back into me.
I could look into your eyes, and I would know, that you know, how I feel.
You could understand everything.
You could sympathise.
but the fact of the matter is, you simply can’t.
I do not believe you have felt what I have felt too, no.
Different version and variations, yes.
But this feeling of impossibility, I know you have not felt.
You are common rebel,
this is not bad, no not at all,
you have more opportunities to release this emotion than I ever will.
And i envy you. All of you. Every Last one.
You look away from the rain drops.
You go back to living.
You go back to hiding.
You go back to solitude.
Yeah, it was just one of those mornings I guess.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
I went into this with
eyes and thighs
wide open.
I cannot sanitise my position
My legs astride
Your waist.
I cannot analyse our predicament
I sympathise truly
With her.
But, this affair started together
both to blame
no shame.
I'm beautified by your attention
Call it love
I'm mystified.
I only know I cannot
I will not
Give up.
I'm sorry that you're married
as am I
that's life.
Or is it oversimplified lust?
just never leave
I'd vaporise.
But, before we go back
to our partners
glide inside.
Again.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
*I open the cupboard under the stairs,
fetching my bag from its hiding place.
It waits,
So patiently,
for me to name the day;
the day I leave for good,
and today,
is that day.
I check the contents,
just to make sure,
all is in order.
I open the front door,
applying pressure,
as I cautiously pull.
My face is contorted with concentration;
squinted eyes;
clenched teeth.
It must not make a noise.
It cannot make a noise.
please,
don’t make a noise.
I’m outside.
This is it…
I stand.
I think.
I muse the future.
What will they think,
of me?
Will they understand?
Will they sympathise?
Or will they view me as…
A symbolic abomination?
The personification of,
cowardice?
A father,
who didn’t care?
I open the cupboard under the stairs,
hiding my travel bag in the same place.
Once more I return.
Once more I indulge the monotony,
once more…
Just once more.*
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 9:28 AM UTC
*Your lips churned lies you choked on so
I cannot sympathise.
Sweep up your bones
and lift them as
a sign of your demise.*
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
Looking back on pictures
I find it had to see
Myself in places
Where I used to be
Long hair tied
Away from my eyes
A curvy figure leading
To shapely thighs
Boys can wear pink
Girls can wear blue
The reaction
Is up to you
Why can’t people
Just let them be them
Let boys be girls
Let girls be men
I want to sympathise
I want to cry
This body I’m in
Feeling like I have to hide
I am a boy so don’t call me she
I’m not your sister
Or your niece
My pronoun is quite clearly HE!
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
Does she know her profound effect, on two lowly rejects
or is she luminescent from some mutual recompense
and how do you feel when the exhilaration has faded?
'Secret gratification, I see you behind the blind, pacing
************ for the girl above your station
It's grating how you feel so humiliated
When you spot me in my lounge,
amused by the situation'
It's a mad sporadic dash to end, how long will she stand
It's a repressed trend but furthermore it soon wanes
and we're all left motionless, unbridled and insane
You, ****** master of disguise
Beautiful young girl, pale blue eyes
Me, misanthrope, full of despise
Cars on the street, I hear the cries
Human nature is strong, I sympathise
But in broad daylight,
can you truly say this is wise?
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
It seems, your tears filled up your bowl.
It seems, that, your mouth, your teeth, they chewed till they were sweets.
It seems that, your....
I can't do it.
Couldn't sympathise so well.
I am confused, and I am so broken.
I am breaking. I feel so dead.
I feel like, I...I can't...do that...or this...or them...
I have so many things.
"I am holding on..too tightly to certain things..."
I am scared and frightend.
I am lost. Feel forgotten.
I can't seem to breathe.
I am so tired.
Of....me.
Of myself.
This body, this heart, my enemies. .
Oh, how I hope I can be separated from them.
I didn't get enough sleep last night again.
I didn't....
I cant.
My fingers they are sliding across the keyboard, just trying to catch up the wild thoughts of my mind, and I stop, broken.
I want to rest, but I would be lazy.
I want to stop and think, but that's just procrastinating.
I....
I can't.
Sorry, 12258
Sorry God.
Sorry Mother and Father.
Sorry sister.
Sorry. To myself.
"Congrats you failed. Yes you."
I said.
Pointing to the mirror.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
you could start fires with the charcoal under my eyes
and i am so tired of telling people i’m tired
i’m exhausted
i barely get 3 hours of sleep
my mind is tangled with cobwebs that only seem to need dusting at night
i lay awake listening to the creaks of old aged furniture
and i sympathise
i know how that feels, buddy
my joints creak and they’re crisp as autumn leaves
i am surprised i haven’t broken any
alarm sounds at either 8 or 9
day starts an hour later
day continues
day persists until evening lets it rest
evening continues until their shift is over and
night falls
i’m so tired that my body has grown accustomed to it
i watch the time change and the clock tick;
i am so accustomed to it my heart has started following the same rhythm
night fell
a boulder on sunken shoulders
it is still falling and i am trying to carry such heavy weight
i think this is why our backs begin to curve as we grow older
we are crushed and crippled
does the sun still rise even if i don’t see it?
because all i ever seem to see is the darkness of night fall;
i wonder
who can love a clockwork heart?
tick, tock.
who can love a cobwebbed mind?
time to go and dust again.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
You walk a lonely path old man but now and then you show us
you're alive
And maybe when you've had a few you'll shed a sorry tear or two.
That's fine.
But if you really must insist on dredging up this ****
Each and every time.
As each new fact's learned don't mistake horror for concern.
Cos it's a lie.
I'm happy. My eyes are dry.
I can't feel pity looking in your killer's eyes.
So chin up son, don't you cry.
The things you did were unforgivable and I'll never sympathise.
Lying just beneath the skin there hides a multitude of sins
That wait
For a ear that doesn't sneer or recoil sickened
Cos they can't relate.
Seize any opportunity; for you've so many agonies
to share,
To unload your woes but that cross you built
is yours alone to bear.
Each sacred tet-a-tet where you might vocalise regrets
makes you renewed,
But don't forget that as they peer at you it's one-way glass
their peering through.
You look through misty eyes - your little heart is opened wide,
but their's are shut.
They can't return your gaze of hopelessness and shame,
They've heard enough.
If I thought there was an afterlife
I'd be concerned for what's coming your way
And whilst I don't believe in evil
You and him came pretty close I'd say
You can repent until your spent or
Flagellate your sorry self to death.
But if your just trying ro tell the world your sorry
Well, you can save your breath.
Leave flowers on his grave and promise that you'll never
misbehave again
Curse the wicked heart god gave you -
If you had the chance you do it all the same.
Mount another charm offensive
Show them all the side they think you lack
But know that no amount of
Humility will ever bring him back.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
You're always asking me why I keep the receipts
From every place we visit even if it's only a
Quick pit-stop at the Safeway where you used to work,
And I won't tell you why because you'd laugh
At me and remind me how silly romance is
Because I know you found that movie ticket with
The blue eyes sketched between the price and the
Title. And I know that you tossed it out the window telling
Me that the cute ticket officer's eyes were brown, not
The same colour as the stormy oceans I see
Crashing below your eyelashes on the nights when you
Won't tell me what your father said to you and that I
Found out from your brother that your grandmother died
The same day that you met me and that's why
You won't talk about her even though you know I can sympathise.
You always ask me why I write down your angry
Words but I can't tell you that it's because it's those
Moments when I know you're the most bare, even when
We're naked. And I also know the reasons why
After we finish, you always hide beneath the sheet
As though you're afraid I'll see the crescent-moon
Scar on your left hip that you will never tell me
What it's from.
I guess we all have reasons for our secrets but
Why would the world keep spinning in its unsung persistence
If we knew everything about it?
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
it's 11:11pm
where sorrowful low spirits cry
sanguine prays to the other side of the sky
the galaxy listens
maybe a little too closely
the cold atmosphere holds many's outbursts
collecting agony and desires
one too many wishes
for the young stars to bear.
but listen to our ambition,
observe our devotion,
sympathise our situation.
scrutinise the inclination of our appetite.
it's 11:11pm
it's a galactic duty for the baby stars,
not for too long.
because nobody likes waiting.
so create that miracle of ours and
f
a
l
l
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
Though he counted himself brave,
she saw teardrops rolling down his eyes
that could be interpreted in many ways
perhaps on the plight of human life
in this planet, makes him sympathise.
"Brave heart, don't grieve" he heard her whisper,
"Don't see life merely as a balance sheet
of profit and loss, just in terms of money.
It's a system human mind created
for mere transaction of commodities,
emotions clothed in flesh and blood,
you are ideas too, that have mind and limbs,
that touches lives, moves the world,
you can't walk in the reverse, Never.
Be what you were once, you've made history
as well as mistakes, as a tree you've borne fruits
propagated your seeds, satiated the demands,
and alas, littered the surroundings with
dead leaves and rotten fruits, that stink.
**"Brave heart, nothing is perfect, nothing lasts,
it's within the complex cosmic design, that's all"**
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
I take deep breaths
And plan a ******
To **** the bird that flew
Over the crow's nest
On a summer night
I feel the warmth
Of the day not yet done
The sound of laughter
Is all around me
This is cool- I say
I find myself lying on a surgery table
Holding an apple in my hand
I throw it against the floor
And landing there
It bursts into a million
Children of my mind
Spreading into every
Country on the planet
I am the new master
As my children grow and grow
Still in rags I speak
And throw my thoughts into a bin
Their work is finished you see
Still the sound of laughter
Carries on around me
Living is easy
With your head
In the clouds
I saw- and still I hear
The giggles and noises
Of delightful romances being
Born
These should be mine
But they are not mine
Such things are little more than
Mist or whispers
Promises not yet realised
My children sympathise
And bringing me a woman
To sit with me in the tall grass
Together we shall
Plan a life instead
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
let them be heard from beyond the grave,
let them tell the stories of everyone
ravished and burned
buried alongside the evils the ignorant and privileged
threw six feet below this blood-soiled land
while the fool who granted himself
the glory, the honor, the memory that will never be rightfully his,
lies peacefully in a sacred place
do not silence them if they shake the streets with rage
do not shame them if they burn the metro with blinding fury
this is the least we can do, we cannot simply contain the memory
of every homes extinguished into grey smoke,
of every dungeons that turned into homes,
of every child that only had hunger and violence
for teachers rather than their parents,
of every girl that was marked against her will,
of every iron fist that instilled fear,
of every every bullet fired onwards from that day
of the humanity that ceased to be
let the people fight for the yesteryears,
let it be known that the deeds of the devil will never be forgotten
let it be heard that for as long as we draw breath,
he will be condemned back to hell,he will pay for his crimes
and along with him are those that do not speak their minds,
that choose to remain foolishly blind,
that do not sympathise,
let them all be reminded:
history cannot be changed, only remembered
and if bound to be repeated, will be fought like hell because the Filipino may fall but never bend, may falter but never break, may stand in front of the edge, but with crimson-soaked cheeks and wounded fists,
we will take with us to the death, our oath: never forget. --W
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Reality hits me
And it ******* kills me
No, please don't say
That you understand
The physical pain
Is sickening, oh
Why can't I be seen
For what I really am?
Well, the thing is
That I actually commit
To the harmless ****
That I care about
Unlike the others
That don't seem to care
They quit, cancel, flit
I can't help but think that it's unfair
Don't you miss me
Don't you notice my absence
Don't you care
That I'm not there?
I hate the crowds
They misconceive how
I express myself
When I'm just the same as everyone else
Or am I?
Who the **** cares?
Let me be who I want to be
Let me do something satisfactory
No, you don't understand
I'm sorry but it's true
You can't sympathise with me
When you don't have a clue...
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
I'm a different kind of lonely when you're not here
When everything I touch seems to miss you too
And we all just sit around in our collective grief
Books aren't supposed to miss people
My guess is that if books had feelings at all
Then really they would just want someone to pick
Them up and hold them
I can sympathise with books
If doors could talk they wouldn't ask where the
Hell we'd been when we got home late
They'd say that they just want to keep us safe and
Maybe try to keep out the cold
I wish I was still your door
My windows don't miss the times when you'd
Stand with one delicate hand on the glass and gaze
Outside in some quiet reflection
Unaware that I could see your reflection in the glass and was
Wondering,
Desperately trying to conclude
How biology, chemistry and physics
Could possibly have combined to create something
So terrifyingly beautiful.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
continuously surpassing
I know
my obligations
to some this may be
considered trespassing
I empathise
to the point
where I almost idolise
your fragility
and I sympathise
almost to the point
where I would follow
if you chose
to leave
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
Wore the flattest shoes tonight
So I don't foolishly tumble
Adored the comfiest XL size
For if my chest begins to crumble
The white noise shot-out, let's run now
In the oversized grey tshirt, all is numb now
"Do you want? Need? Like? SAY something!"
I can ******* scream but now I barely mumble
Don't sympathise, I do that just fine for me
Hold back or let me go, either way you can't see
Shadows of the noise that I can't shake when I am still
So I run and I run, until it's a distant melody
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
We all know that history repeats itself
And when you finally face defeat, it's hell
The torture one has no choice but to go through
Free seats to a painful ordeal, Row 2
I don't think you have ANY idea how it feels
When your state of mind just surrenders and kneels
It's agonising, you just wanna release what you hold inside
The feeling stays, it will never roll or slide
What's going on is the truth that you can't deny
All I can do now is just rant and cry
And that's what this is, but do not sympathise
There's the indisputable fact that I was victimised
I was taken for an idiot, I guess I just realised.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
is such an ugly word.
It's ******
gory
heart tearing.
People think they can
understand
sympathise
relate on some level.
That's what I thought-
but you simply
CAN'T.
The depth of emotion for such
a blatant mi
ra
cle is stronger
than you could
imagine.
And then it's
taken
away.
Against a door
on your knees
doubled over
throat hoarse
eyes swollen
tear tracks
skin under nails
scratches down face.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
ain't nothing worth this ****
we all know it's all
toughness and darkness
We'll get through this
she'll be right mate
but it ain't pretty, or sweet
We are just dirt beneath feet
that walk upon us, not noticing
the exhaled breath from us
pushed out by trampling masses
trying to find the Finish line
You may want to own it
but I'll never claim it as mine!
I'll stand holding the ribbon
that drops at your feet
but, Sorry you didn't come First
that is reserved for the ones
who were trampled beneath
your over eager heartbeat
***** this life, if it's just a race
don't ever make eye contact
with a sad face, their tears
may make you cry
their empathy will never run dry
but you will never understand
why moisture leaks from your eyes
here is some recycled paper
just dry your stupid sigh
I care not for your fake tears
***** this life if you sympathise
with your false fears
Turn about your unconnected, dysfunctional
HEART, your repetitious apologies
are smart, but unlikely to change my mind
**** it all*** and
***** This Lifetime*
if we are just going to dance
to the pretend music of,
Yours or Mine
issues that are
neither of ours, to begin!
I refuse to hold onto the ribbon
any longer...
You Win
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
*Symmetrical Syria we sympathise in synchronisation of sirens and sadistic nature.
Those man made craters, aren't the force of Mother Nature,
They depict only hatred and a tyranny statement,
That says our generation will never see peace,
Just pieces of you,
Torn and decimated from targets based on generalisations,
As if a minority defines the whole population.
We seen it before in Iraq,
Now we're back for more with pre determined attacks.
When they asked first,
They said no at once,
Cue the worst still yet to come,
They asked again,
And they bent and broke,
From the rubble comes a white smoke,
But there's no new pope,
And there's no hope,
Just none.
The headlines say ISIS,
But the mind might miss the fine print,
The truth is inside it,
But we're not inclined to find it,
Propagander at its finest, from the highest to those that digress and make our minds up for us in the name of democracy's mindset.
If it's not in your name, then who can we blame?
Those men we empowered time and time again?
Watching news, with a second of thought,
Of course you believe it,
Who needs a secondary source?
No remorse,
of course.
Just corpses and a sea as blood as far as the headlines will breath.*
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC