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Premium Member No One Is An Empath

An empath is someone who can feel anothers energy and emotions,
and I have no doubt that there are some,
but most are con artists or superhero wannabees screaming for attention, 
and others are simply people who have a very strong sense of intuition.
The remaining small percentage do possess this ability,
to feel the emotions of others and their energy,
but they aren't empaths with some psychic ability.
All other animals are empaths with empathic abilities,
It's hard wired in their brain, it's a survival neccessity.
Ancient early humans once too shared this ability,
but when we evolved our high intellect it was no longer of any need.
We could see with our eyes and judge everybody,
We could hear with our ears and know if others were angry.
There are no human empaths, not really,
only they with evolutionary excess baggage that hasn't vanished completely.
Form: Rhyme


This Lightworker Path

This Lightworker Path
By Michelle Morris 
26/03/2025

There is this Spark of Divinity 
It is deep within my Soul 
Nothing can dim my Light
I am Beautiful and I am Bold

An Old Soul that came back 
To help Humanity Heal and Grow
To Fight against the Darkness 
And reveal Truth for all to Know

It's definitely not easy
This Lightworker Path we take 
Being an Empath and Earth Angel 
Makes Life challenging every day

For we are blessed and cursed
To Know without the Proof 
It takes Courage for you to Believe
In accepting our Heavenly View

We're often labelled and disparaged
Crazy, imaginative and misunderstood 
Our Magic and Miracles are seen as coincidence 
We're ostracized and treated with aloofness 

For as anyone will tell you 
People shun what they cannot understand 
They close their senses to the Truth 
Like witches burned and assumed as damned

But no one feared the burners
No one questioned those who committed murder 
No one asked about the possibility 
Even now, we'll believe nonsense rather than think further 

Regardless of these challenges 
Regardless of the Darkness 
My Spark and that of my fellow Angels
Will Glow forth with our Light Army

No Evil will ever truly flourish 
No Dark Abyss allowed to stay
For the Light shall conquer and last Forever 
Beyond God's Judgement Day 

© Michelle Morris, 2025
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heaven and Hell

One day I am in heaven with contentment
The sun everywhere warming me up
Daffodils follow me through the yard
Giggling as they make friends with the violets
Then something happens

I stub my toe, I break a finger,
A grizzly bear eats my arm off.
Bam. I am in hell, angry, sorrowful, keening and wailing.
I have found your arm! My mother says.
I do not believe it. Determined to stay in hell.

Yes, this is how fast my mood shifts.
Monday great, Tuesday completely unbearable.
Wednesday morning terrific, Wednesday afternoon suicidal.
It is the curse of the empath, and I am keenly aware. 
Brutally keenly aware.  

Surely you can change that, someone says.
Someone with no sensitivity in their entire body.
Someone I hate more today than I ever loved them yesterday.
Yes, it is that fast.

Premium Member Not Particularly

I warn you this is not a warm message
written on a generic greeting card.
It belongs to the dark and the cynical,
those people who spit truth on a fire. 

You may ask why is Halloween the best? 
Don’t you prefer colored lights and tinsel? 
Well, no. Not particularly. 
I’d prefer to hear a purr by a pumpkin 
then find my cats in the holiday tree. 

I’ve a preference for things that are alive,
not fake like some spray-painted pine. 
The energy in the air flooding October 
is bloated with the richness of the macabre.

There is nothing but the living dead 
in gifts for those you barely speak to. 
They only call when it’s ‘that time of year’,
Halloween is real fear emoted with a mask. 

No pretension, no phony phoned in words,
it’s more party screams in a haunted house.
This may only last for the length of a night,
at least the diabolic intention is honest. 

Dressing up and giving someone a grin,
giving out candy you’ll meet the neighbors. 
Traditions based on your net worth?
Read to me a little bit more like pyrite.

You may ask why is Halloween the best? 
Don’t you prefer colored lights and tinsel? 
They do not resonate well with an empath.
So, no. Not particularly.

Premium Member Celtic Cat Had One Request

Celtic Cat had one request after she'd used up her nine lives on earth.
She wanted to return to earth to watch her master’s last carriage ride.
I want his casket to be pulled by two Camarillo whites from Perth.
And I want to be able to be tall enough to peer inside…..

So when Shaun O’Leary finally met his maker, Celtic Cat was there.
Invisible to the ones who are not close to the fey, but seen by me.
Where is she? Asked others, looking frantically around in the air.
I was thrilled that I was one of the few intuitive enough to see.

The others used to have the gift of insight, but they had let it lapse.
I saw Celtic Cat and a banshee, they were expertly hidden away.
If you are an empath yourself, this will not be too farfetched to grasp.
I watched Shaun O’Leary and Celtic Cat float to a pink cloud that day.
cat
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Seventeen Is the Lucky Number

Beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
lamenting, veneration, muse divine
weakness of mind, love is my illusion
incidental rendezvous, delusion?
my dear, recall our ten idyllic hours
smelt the perfumed air of country flowers
bright your aura, impulsed a dark desire
breathtaking, you captivate and inspire
empath, know me, from marrow to the bone
blue bells hear the daisies whisper, atone
solemn moon, rheumy eyes, opalescent
spectre do tarry with me, you present?
extinguished, I blew out your mortal flame
my unnatural desires were to blame
sleep beauty, keeper of secrets, divine
beneath, weeping willow you lie supine

Placed First with thanks
Dated: 31/07/2019
Theme: My dear
Sponsor: Lu Loo
10 Words: weeping willow, supine, lamenting, veneration, weakness, ten, idyllic, aura, empath, incidental
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member MINE RENEWED MIND-

"In my repentance I changed my mind
I turnt around its return journey
move so as to face in the opposite direction
I got a new mindset
Had a resent change
 Of heart one's decision 
Opinion about something
A recent change of mind
Sinful desires Jesus hung on a cross
I turn my spirit and body completely around
Impose my point of view at naught
Sown a seed of denying doubt
Harness the power of psychological
Empath, empowered supports my mind transformation
I thought to myself, I had a turnaround season
A recent change of mind"


12/4/23
For Evolving Thought and Personal Growth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jaymee Thomas

Premium Member Shelah the Quilting Faerie

Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize.
She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest.
Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free.
So many fat quarters at Ethel's, she rarely misses these small pieces.

Shelah's digs are amazing! She loves color, patterns, textures.
Pink polka dotted curtains, orange striped throws, couch with red dogs.
Double love seat in neon green paisley which took a little more material.
Ethel has tons, she will not live long enough to use it all anyway.

Shelah’s hobbies are simple - quilting, painting, and poetry.
She had no computer, her mother says it would corrupt her
TVs are out. She has an energy that kills them instantly.
Her electrical field goes counterclockwise, she is an empath.

She teaches young fairies to quilt. They are all making bedspreads.
Luckily Ethyl has a lot of material, I mean scads of it.
Shelah is presently teaching eighteen teenage faeries quilting
Boy faeries too? Damn right! They are faeries right?

If you want to join Forgotten Forest Chamber of Commerce
Here is the application form. Please fill it out legibly.
Are you fast? Can you fly in and out of windows carrying material?
Have you made some narrow escapes? Did you like it?

Shelah is the head of every committee; she will explain your initiation.
Due to her being bright, wise, intelligent and bossy, she is Queen here.
We other faeries are in awe of her and of her beautiful quilts.
One last question. Can you carry slippery stuff like silk and satin?

Convoluted Possibilities

Convoluted Possibilities

Constellations of configurations that capture my fading breathe 
Elevations of consummations that reflect on all that’s left 
Inclinations towards imitations that leave me feeling bereft 
Commiserations for the consternations as a life lingers upon death 

Collusions of covert planning that draw nefarious conclusions 
Intrusions of introverted inclinations that produce clarity of thought amidst the confusion 
Infusions of concert performances that are based on artistic delusions
The fusion of science and geometry that defy mathematical protrusions 

Designations of grace and contemplation amidst a crystal stream 
Resignations of place and contestations that induce the quiet man to scream 
Conflagrations of misplaced elevations that produce a lucid dream 
Amalgamations of disgraced technocratic awe captured in a meme

Beautification in the aftermath of philosophical inquiry and inquisition
Stupefaction at the polymath contriving his expertise without contrition 
Communication flowing toward the empath as she absorbed the emotional vision 
Calcification of the psychopath devoid of feeling amidst their precision

Morality and consequence above constellations of burning stars 
Tonality and influence that drive around in expensive cars
The fallacy of innocence exposed to malevolence from afar
Polarity that is the inference of the political players counting cards

An essence of retrospect that stirs true emotion to begin to rise 
Convalescence of intellect that brings a tear upon my eyes 
Incandescence of a dialect burning like a candle in demise 
Reminiscence of a moment in time that memory causes her to cry

Affluence and greed among the overpriviledged few
Common sense and need preside over the ageing and the new 
Malcontents that feed on the morsels of the gossip in the stew 
A mind that’s dense but beautiful leads the crowd and that is you!

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Form: Rhyme

I'M An Empath

I'll love you if you love me,
respect you if you respect me,
I'll help people that I actually hate
to kill the unhappiness they create

I'll speak truth, won't avoid being straight
falseness traits, fakes, liars I don't appreciate, 
I'll only manipulate those whom manipulate,
it's a one off for me, I'll let the evil devastate, 

I'll let people abuse me to the point they don't care, 
they'll miss me and want me back when I'm not there, 
I'll notice intentions and seem most unaware, 
I'll build up your confidence and kill it when you dare

I can see your opinion and your point of view, 
understand why you do what you do, 
so I can be on your side and see you truly too, 
and when you try to get me I'll see it before you

You can't hurt me twice if you didn't hurt me once,
nothing and no one will change past influence, 
narcissists love me and use me like a sponge 
they win but I'll have won destroying their sense 

I'm an Empath who is kind caring and easily led, 
when I look at people I see only the best, 
my heart overpowers the thoughts in my head, 
but I'll always seek truth and I'll leave you for dead 

However you treat me your intent is noticed, 
I'm nice but my evil side is explosive 
but I wont use it unless yours is noted 
I only want nice things and that's how I live 

It's a way people see as their advantage
and set about using me as theirs to manage, 
until man oh man I hate to do this,
forced to defend myself and cause you damage

I'll be loyal if you're loyal 
I'll be your friend and best mate,
if you know an empath like me 
please don't realise to late
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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