apathy
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The boy next door has scars that he hides.
He goes to school sad and teary-eyed.
His father beats him with a leather strap.
I feel so sorry for the little chap.
Running away from the fear of the shadow Running away from the face of death. Losing myself to the fate of the helpless Losing myself to this fate that I've met. Keeping my way on the path that I've set. Pausing only to make sure I didn't forget
I wake upI feel in my bones it’s not the right timeIt’s been 15 hours since I fell asleepI close my eyes
I wake upMy body aches and my hands are icyIt’s been 7 hours since I fell asleepI sit up
brightly-lit room filled with gloomcrowded yet a soul deserteddistance so close seems spaciousmust walk away shut what is left ajarwalk away to feel a thing
"it is imperative that we, modern-beings, remember the mythicalities from long ago,
from the demi-Gods to the creatures with those halos"
reflecting with some friends regarding these old fables
I don't know why I struggle to write about the good things
Why does intensity only live in the darkness - the pain and depression?
Why is the grey of night so much more powerful than the color of day?
Every morning, I wake up wishing,
I was as tough as I pretend to be,
Wash my face, forget my name, repeat;
I wish I was stronger than a man.
Blank faces on bodies with no control
They walk by without one glance
Bodies without a soul
Anywhere you turn, bodies keep going by
The response that you seek will only just be lies
In a room,
a white room;
there was a man,
an odd man.
This odd man was not like men.
He was different-
Imagine a world wherein no one had philosophy.
Imagine this world as a bigger world
with more people who were mirror images of their neighbors.
Imagine these images every day
were shattered upon rocks
I face the stream of water,
feeling freshwater mix with salt;
I can feel my life
washing away under the pressure of life,
piece by piece,
yet I can't seem to care-
even when it costs me too dearly,
I suppose the only truth i have found,
Is that nobody is in control of anything.
But a lot of people are good at pretending.
We choke the life out of our children.
We say things like, "you need an education"
Oh lord,
Shatter my heart through
The barbed wire fence
That embodies my logic
And philosophy.
Let my heart be an open wound,
Let it feel the laceration
That is the result of your truths.
It has started, the final battle.
This struggle of emotions,
that slowly takes over
Everything comes to halt, a stand still,
a dead puls, all the struggle
But it should not hurt this much.
I am a wall.
No matter how hard you try
you can not break through this wall.
My emotions are cinder blocks
When I was young I laid
Among leaves and waves of jade
Calmly passing time in the shade
Under the placid sky all day
Then the wind swept away
All the memories that I made
my consciousness sputters like a dying engine
the pulsations of my brain slowing, shaking
(muscles too slug-like to function)
beat, rest, beat, rest
Do you know how
to put feeling back into me
into the tips of my fingers
the ends of my hair
the heels of my feet?
Do you know how
to put me back together
my bones
my blood
my skin?
It’s all so cold
lost and lonely, veiled by frost-
be quiet, I’m told
never speak up, no cost
never any loss-
There were dolphins on the ceiling,
their grey bodies in greenish waters,
dancing through shadows cast by artificial moonlight
It's gone
It's past
It won't come back
It's dead
It's faded
There's a crack
In what once was
But now isn't
Anymore
It was open
But now
The door
Is closed
Ever so still
Breathing slowly
In and out
But nothing
At all
Seems to come
From your heart
Icy frozen
Deep inside
Nothing breaks
The hard shell
Inside is air
She's drowning
It's heavy
Weighing her down
Realizing
Long ago
That she can't
Swim
Feeling weightless
But the bad kind
That makes you
Feel like a shadow
Like air
Nothing stands out
Numbness takes over
Robotic movements
Apathy bleeds in
And emotions
Fade away
Muted and dim
Somewhere
In the background
While a being
With no face
Falling asleep
Needing to leave
Everything so dull
And boring
And gray
Clocks ticking slowly
Closer and closer
Stopping not once
Nor twice
Perhaps never
King Arthur
I use to imagine being a warrior
whose being was entirely engulfed.
With a silver knights’ suit like King Arthur,
Once Upon a Time,
A Princess lived in a Tower
She was Taught by her parents
A Prince would rescue her someday
Being an Obedient Princess,
she waited
and waited
and waited
Until One Day
Moments
There must have been one point in your life when you were secure, when your view of the world was unworn and pure, not filled with cruelty and utter despair.
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings,
Make me feel your presence in it's entirety.
Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but
I don't care if you don't, and
I am every bit as pathetic as the paper in my mouth.
The paper that will very soon become a topic of discussion among my friends;
Wondering why my hands now smell like anxiety,
You told me I made you feel the way
I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,
but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
I am not a number.
I am not another data point in a meaningless statistic.
I am a human, flesh and blood;
With a spirit like a lion
And a hopeless wanderer’s heart.
Over the mountains
Across the seas
Through the tunnels
Under the trees
The wind blows here
All over the world
The voice is heard
The wind whispers
“Caution, Danger is near”
Sitting in shipless sea
you wade and wait for me.
You wish I'd get in but
I wouldn't risk the tragedy
of a storm, to bear us back
to a foreign shore.
Alone, together,
with no hope for another.
I remember altogether underneath the weather, hopes, dreams shining like sun beams. you know what it means I don’t and it seems So filled with passion and the will for action we thought for sure that you would have some traction.
My eyes keep burning
from what seems like one hundred hours
of staring into a dry wind.
That wind seems determined
to send my retinas into a drought.
It hurts to close them.
Between us, like invisible shields--the lies that feel palpable ,the nightmares we hid behind our teeth,the colorless hours in vain; and the higher we go the lower we become.
When you're bored,
You intentionally decide that everything's a chore
You whore out your vitality to inanity, eventually causing insanity
Your vanity? Give up- it vanished into apathy
Radiance, torridity and stars exploding on the inside of your eyelids.
Symphonies of light and sound, and hell with it’s unwithstandable blazing.
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
drip.
the showerhead cries,hiding my saltwater tears.
hot.
water trickling down,cleansing my soul.
scalding.
steam surrounding me,burning away the sorrow.
calm.
Free-for-all America turns itself into thirds:
Democrats, Libertarians, Republicans.
Ideals upon policies upon slanders building on each other
Make the basis.
But never a sound comes from the reasonable.
The 12-Year-old poet collapsed
He was weak
He couldn’t see
Tears impaired his vision
It stung to blink
And hurt to feel
He couldn’t speak
All i do is tryI try when i writeI write until i cryI write until there are mo tears left inside my eyeSo what is the real reason why people try?
you cannot go
anywhere
without finding something
that floods your veins
you cannot look at
anyone
without wondering
if their family is dysfunctional
Oh apathetic world
Unplug your deaf ears
Listen to me, I beg
Soften your hard hearts and allow them to breath
Oh apathetic world
Let your heart become impassioned
Mumbling and droning,
That is how they present.
With a carelessness that is
Astounding.
With an attitde that is
Cringe worthy.
They do not care -
They do not care at all.
She's not me
I'm not him
They are invisble, only I'm seen
I am myself only, I am responsible for me, my future, my college, my family
If you were to die, I would turn a blind eye
A girl oceans away
Crying away oceans
Absolutely perplexed at the notion
That hundreds and thousands of lives can be lost
All of them taken as if they have no cost
The slash of a neck
Taunt fingers touch the stringsAll musings of pain forgottenWeightlessly they float over and againIn a delicate repetitious pattern
Numb, so numb
My heart breaking into so many
tiny pieces would not
affect me in the slightest.
so numb
a paper cut is less than a scratch.
num, absolutely so.
I would have liked to do my homeworkBut last night my dog was barkingMy sister was screamingAnd I couldn't stop crying about that thing that happened years ago.I was just a kid.
The walls of a former insitution
Make up the constitution
Of my school
Where its cool
To be utterly complacent
Completely adjacent
To anything that matters
I can't have empathy
today they sat us all down
they asked us questions on a screen
they asked about drugs
and drinking
the things we're supposed to experiment with
they told us to be truthful,
so I was
Faces passing by
bland grey in the corner of my eye
To think I see them every day
again and again along my way
they don't know my name I don't know theirs
if one goes missing no one cares
If there one was thing to be changed
One thing to be gone
It'd be the sugar and honey
The sweet sweet apathy
Oh, it'd all be exchanged
Thrown away into the sun
The problem you see,
A flicker floats upon a crystal sea.
The chilly clear white-caps
Damask a dance of cold intricity-
Beneath the wind that flaps,
No joy, no sorrow;
it will wait till tomorrow,
but right now I am numb.
The light has gone
from this world
and, with it, the dawn.
I saw the SHALLOW SOULS of my generation induced by
the spirited connection of NEGATIVITY’S SPELL
Being judgmental on a person’s looks
Doing nothing but mope about being a nobody
Is there a beginning of nothing?
Everything seems so distant.
As if it isn’t there.
As if it isn’t real.
Is life real?
This is a narrative.
It begins and it doesn't exactly end yet - there's no end of an era here yet. The Nineties Kids are growing up, coming into our own
Blithe misunderstandings
Happy mistakes
An injustice accepted
History takes its toll, for apathy is as powerful as hate
Blithe misunderstandings
Happy mistakes
An injustice accepted
History takes its toll, for apathy is as powerful as hate
Amidst all the try-hards and give-ups,
Stand the happy middle of the two
Who hasn't crashed and burned yet
And who still hasn't made it through
Who's looking inside that tight circle?
I’m about to give up, give in
Hating, passivity
It’s original sin
Blood runs through our veins
We forget we’re kin
Where to begin? Where to begin?
Will we be there?
Will we help?
1960s social protests
1970s social protests
2013 social apathy
So will we be there?
Will we help?
Are all men equal?
Or do americans come first
The rivers are red with crimson blood.
The screams of insanity engulfs my mind like a flood.
As I start to slip away.
Everything gets darker day by day.
I imagine that I am warm.
The jet hair on your arms I nestle in should be proof enough.
I shrug off the nip and slide into your spacious body cavity.
Ward away the seeping light.
it cannot
it's shivering and timid and
clamoring and there and
puddled and huddled. it cannot.
pouting and loudly around it cannot.
mostly it's shared but also it's mine
