empathy
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Here's a tree that only I knew,
Its roots deep in my heart it grew,
A symbol of my hidden truth,
A friend that saw me through my youth.
Its leaves were like my every dream,
I know that I am a giver.
I know that I can drag you out
from the hole, you dug yourself in
At 12 Oclock the day was darkly dark, the seafloor lifted itself in a loud cry, suddenly, a star fell like strings of light on a man.
Their tears are my tears;
I found them, it’s only fair.
You told me they were a burden, but
I said not to worry.
I told them I’d always be there.
Let's cleanse our inner self from cobwebs of greed n envy
Let's decorate our persona with modesty n generosity
Let's make rangoli of care, empathy n kindness
Let's outshine the darkness of suffering n oppression
Hot little sweetness
Oh! My goodness
Let's take a walk
And make meaning of every halt.
Come, let's be our bolt
In pattern and in action of any kind
Let's be blind.
Beautiful cherry trees
glistening blossoms
pink petals dancing
Spring should be a delight
But my eyes are itching,
my nose is runny,
When my back hurts,
It’s because I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders,
An anonymous Katya or Magda
with a simple peasant face, yet with eyes of intensity-
you look at the camera with candor...
There's nothing pretentious here, no flashiness
I don't understand
Life goes by in a daze
So many thoughts, so many opinions, so much to live for
I feel like i should be someone else
But it's a lie
When I'm alone I feel happy
But it's a lie
you were joy, broken joy,
shreds of it scattered.
and between your lines
lie chasms,
dark, endless, hopeless.
but you masked your chasms
by wringing out sunshine.
and thus,
life: streaked by millions of Tears--
seasons of Drought and seasons
of Flood. rivers flowing with
Selfishness. seldom a stream
of Gratitude. hark! a sparse
Feed your righteous ignorance,
Because you'd rather move in a thoughtless mass,
A mess of mindless thoughts to pass,
Like a hurricane void of common sense.
Than kiss the faces, those before you,
I think I paint because of fear of the abstract.
I think I have fear, and there it is,
Blossoming in my behaivor.
Like a flower peddle swayed by the wind,
I begin my life when many will end.
We were almost brother and sister—
Sharing inside jokes that left others befuddled,
Matched in both wits and passion for our craft…
Now I barely recognize you.
funny how perspective differ
sleeping on some concrete to seven figures
a poet made empathetic taught me ethics
think I really have to give them credit
never had to swipe meals no debit
The emotions you feel seep into me.
The ideas you share sway me.
I hope that you see it impacts me greatly.
I am no longer just me.
The ideas you share sway me.
I now believe what you believe.
Dear Boundless Lament of Remorse and Regret,
My feelings of sorrow are something that will only get more bittersweet with age.
Like a fine wine or display china, the quality and pricelessness due to the rarity,
An empath
Just a ProSonderer
Nothing more
But quick to learn
every human’s soul
will be instinctively felt
just as the breeze flows
I have been very independent.
Very to myself.
No one to cry to.
No one to ask for help.
People help me with obvious things though; like homework, essays, and colleges apps.
No one never really understands
Unless they see from the same point of view.
share the same brain
and the same lifestyle as you.
People judge.
Jump to Conclusions.
You mean a lot to me
Not because of your appearance
Not because of the nice things you have
But because you have not given up on me
Thank you for loving me
and continuing to fight for us
Love is hated,
Love is craved.
A man wants the hold of a woman.
A woman wants the kindness of a man.
A man wants to hold with powerful hands a small neck,
Love.
Contains compassion,
Shows you care.
In times of need,
You’ll be there.
It needs to have trust,
To be relied on.
It seems as though a cloud has permanently settled over my head
And my chest is burdened with a twenty pound weight that doesn't belong on my bones.
Emotionally, I'm dead.
What has become of the world
a vortex of death and destruction.
Is it too much to ask
for people to respect others
to respect their decisions
to respect their religion
to respect their views
In the lonely streets and busy highways,
I pass by wondering which way you wish to go
What pain you carry in your heart,
What story burdens your mind
And what lesson you are learning from
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.
People are curious by nature When I tic in public I get an ocean of judgmental eyes pointed at me A few people even come up and ask questions Feeding their curiosity Why do you curse? Why does everyone with Tourette's curse? Have you tried
Sometimes I look At a person And try to feel who they are And sometimes I do And I'm left wondering If a human being Can feel Another person With just a little thought How can't the human experience Be the end all Start all Know all Of everythin
Hard working father, scraping by,
stares at the photo he keeps in his box
Soon as it hits 5, he’s off the clock
The problems of America are not rooted in our laws.
They are rooted in our human nature,
Where one cannot look at life through another eye's,
And therefore can never understand what they have to endure.
When I think
I base it off emotion
"I feel" is all I know
Sometimes it helps
Sometimes it won't.
When I argue
I use my anger
More than I use my words
Sometimes I win
The world is kind to let you pick your own poison
Misery holds you underwater like an anchor
Courage seeps through our skin, burning us alive
Truth is a deadly pillow with a silver lining
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.
The bus shelter echoes with the patter of rain crash landing on the transparent roof,
A grey mudslide sky glinting of desolation
I don't know what "empathy" is.
I don't know what "feelings" are.
I don't know what gives.
I read people and expression
The same way I read books:
Analytical and critical perception.
I am a writer I am a musician I am an athlete
I am many nouns
But I am more than nouns
I am tall I am compassionate I am hard to read
I am many adjectives
But I am more than adjectives
The rain in the back of my head comes from
The pain that festers in my heart.
My disdain towards myself makes me bleed more
Then a stab to artery and vein. I bleed
That lonesome stretch down the path less taken.
The sun failed to rise because the light was mistaken.
The sky will cry out to those who weep.
She wakes them from their weary sleep.
To see your sight; one can say is an impossible scene.
Seen only through your eyes
through your lens;
Upon inspection, a lens only is, bootless;
A tool for camera's clockwork;
a construct of viewing
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars
Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp
Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
A thousand stories
pacing up and down the streets.
They are just children
grown up too fast,
Smiling faces
with very broken pasts.
A thousand differences
Not good or bad
I know you see him… sitting on the sidewalk.
Why don’t you go say hi?
I’m scared…
He won’t hurt you; he’s just sad and feels alone.
Wouldn’t you like to be treated like a human?
The clouds have veins,
at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges,
and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
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Sometimes, I find myself at a loss for words.
My family and friends always jokingly feign surprise,
That the one who always has to have the last word,
The one with the vocabulary of a thesaurus,
you cannot go
anywhere
without finding something
that floods your veins
you cannot look at
anyone
without wondering
if their family is dysfunctional
Depression is a widow's veil.
A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind.
It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
I am a chameleon
The colorful pariah
Blending in so perfectly
To painted walls behind us
Oh, how can I know myself?
When I'm never the same
No anchor set no place my home
Of business and whimsy
If a stranger was the face reflected back
You wouldn't break his jaw would you?
Threaten to murder him for being black
Or beat him for loving his fellow man
Too often I see the withered dreams
I wish that everyone knew how I felt when they said something hurtful to me
A mean comment can leave some serious debris
Your words stick to me like a disgusting flea
YOU LAUGH AT EVERYTHING!
You start from who you are;
Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
So many people speakin of things
they know nothing about.
Assumptions turn into rumors,
Empathy is better than sympathy, sympathy is the back bone in "common courtesy".
However, in this 2014 world, humans seem to deny and reject the love each one deserves.
From a distance much to great,
He silently seals his fate.
With a rush of the tide,
He loses the feelings he tried to hide.
His head spins,
Black and Blue
Do you ever get a clue?
Black and red
do you know how much i bled?
black and green
You were always too keen
Black and yellow
Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
Words are unspoken,
Things are not said,
But everything she feels is stuck in her head.
The sighs of a hurting, broken heart
Her feelings inside tear her apart.
Words that whisper,
It's extremely loud in here,
Though you do not hear it from there.
You may not be able to tell,
There are a lot of arguments
And the music is always up too loud.
Though the words spoken, shake,
I Fight,
I Fight For The Light.
I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room,
Crying At Night, Holding That Knife,
And Wishing They Died.
I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles
lining the window seels
where pictures should be
where crosses should be
liquor soaking in the walls
yet not absorbing the blows
virbration from the seel decore
We want to be who we are
Yet we still care about our shoes, our clothes, our car
And what other people thought
About what we think and what we bought
But these things are not what make us people
A silence whistles through the trees
Sorrow soaking between the cracks
A dying word floats on the breeze
A man says "help me if you please"
With women dying on the tracks
When I hear you say, “don’t go down that way.
The boys dress like girls. Those people are gay.”
Well I don’t know what you mean, but I know you mean well.
You’ve got a heart of gold, your intentions are swell.
You’re feeling insecure
Don’t know what for
You have everything
That others dream for
You are beautiful, strong, and pure
Fond memories, led astray
No glimpse of hope, such disarray
Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame
Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain
Tearing at the wounds that reject
In the valley of the Shadow of Death,
There’s no place to hide, no place to rest.
The demons there, haunting your every step.
Choking you ‘till you have no breath.
The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible
You can reach out and touch it.
It’s everywhere, consuming you.
You don’t even realize how lon_____g
it’s been eating away at your insides, until
they finally cave in and c
Nights of terror seem to pass
And days of sorrow fade.
In every moment that I laugh
I slowly crawl out of the shade.
Bits and pieces start to form
But some parts are still gone.
Hey you…
Yeah, you.
The girl with all the scars and stories to tell.
The boy who sits alone in the corner,
The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”,
I’m here for you,
Now and forever.
No matter how much I express myself
and people sympathize to understand,
there's still that part of me that's
never really known.
All alone.
It craves to have light shed upon it,
You make it hard to deal
With all this stuff unreal
What's with the bullying
while we are all brainstorming?
Let's get a little empathy.
No more teaching for me
Let focus on equality
Sometimes it seems easier to say what I mean
as if I don’t speak this language fluently.
To take out all the ‘ifs, ands, ors, and buts.’
To just say
“sorry”
for love, for hate, for the broken-hearted...
for your tears, for your fears, for all you've ever wanted but could not win
for the man you are but cannot really show
for the woman you pretend to be
Eleven months out of twelve I delve deep into the abyss
Can't resist licking my lips at all the quips and tricks the world has to offer
I offer my prayers rarely
but then, Ramadan rolls around
That feeling of uselessness
Unable to fulfill the desires of them
What did they want of a child in the first place?
A child in his teen years
Leaving a note for his mother
I’m from
Six months in a clustered, condensed, claustrophobia-inducing,
Guidance office
Learning that I’m normal.
Mommy, I wish you never painted my room pink.
Why weren't the walls white?
Why did you let me choose the sparkling sandcastles as my border?
I remember them glistening like my tears do now.
It happens so quickly. You go to your classes, you do the same thing every day, and then it hits you - you're not a kid anymore. You see your older friends leaving high school.
I came all this way to ask you to watch me leave through the backdoor
Of a house I call child’s play.
To hold my hand as I cross the line I call my childhood
And abandon this child like mind behind
The questions in my mind,
Answers hard to find.
If I may be so bold…
How can you be so cold?
Temperature below zero,
I’d rather hug my pillow.
Indifference cuts right through,
So you thought I wouldn’t notice and under the circumstance I almost didn’t. Remote from my problems, you hide with your perfectly sealed lips, relying solely on your vision.
I once knew a child whose burden was light
With a heart so pure and eyes so bright.
They sang and danced to music no one could hear
With the voices of rain whispering in their ear.
In the ninth grade
my friends who I use to sit with at lunch
many of which went to the same Sunday services as I
handed me a note
as I went to sit down with them
holding my lunch tray uneasily in my hands
Here I stand
Feeling sorry for myself
Feeling beaten feeling bruised
Feeling lost and insecure
Like there is nothing going for me
Let love go, to let it return;
Let love out, to let it in.
So it is with us:
Let us go, so we may return.
Let us out, so we may enter
Into our own.
Let love go from us;
May it come full circle.
