SYMPATHETIC RESPONSE
characteristically
assured
ideas
merely
tolerated
not LACKING RIGHTS
bearing
counterpart
trophies
without
pride
by GRASPING EVENTS
mobilising
effort
concentrating
single
mindedly
Through a curtain espied
Of moon, star, star-like
Angelic legions
A heart's secret exposed
To gentler, softer
Of love's dimensions.
Through whose longing, pleading
Is with tears awash
Sleepless bed up on
More lone, a dream left with !
Even more so, come morn.
Melted in the sun!
Dear heart, I know I let the world hurt you,
I let them use you,
I let them use you as a hotel
I know it hurts, I know it breaks you
I know now you can't be fixed by sympathetic words.
I know now you feel insecure about people even knowing you,
but I also know you feel happy when you feel the warmth of love,
I know you feel better when we sit under a tree feeling the breeze,
I know you feel flattered when you feel the butterflies in you.
I know dear heart that we are enough for each other and we don't need the world to rule.
Needing a calm place that'll harbor my tears,
I seek safe waters to anchor my soul.
And over the sullied waves of silence,
one voice rises above the rigmarole.
Sensing I'm on the edge of depression,
your compassion pulls me back from the brink.
And acting as my guardian Angel,
you salvage scuttled dreams before they sink.
Having felt the agony of love lost,
you recognize the feelings I'm feeling.
And defusing frustration and anger,
you guide me through the stages of healing.
Offering my heart a glimmer of hope,
you assure me my suffering will end.
And you console me when I need to cry,
on a sympathetic shoulder, my friend.
Sweet sympathetic sleep,
she will hold me while I weep.
To no one else she speaks,
in her arms I go weak.
She whispers in my ear
and tells me things I wish to hear.
Temptation always lurks,
and existing always hurts.
When my final dawn breaks,
when the pain leaves me awake,
sweet sympathetic sleep will wait.
Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have no taste
semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched
one to run when you're outmatched
why should I bring my homie's
when all you have is weak lyrics you show me
conglobe lounging in a chair with a bathrobe
I have a ordinary abortion nearly outlook on life
simple question why kill a baby before his life lesson
were worried steadily hurried carried along
don't want to pay turn a girl to a mom anyway
child support lost fathers at court try to distort
these memories its like our babies sold separately
adoption agency that's a sad thing to see
thankful it did'nt happen to me
im having visionary illusionary thoughts
its scary people dying from blood clots
a tumor ignore a rumor if you don't the rumor
might happen sooner. -TA
Some days are meant to be rainy
Some days we need to hide
Just to sort so many things
We’re feeling deep inside
Some days are meant to be rainy
It’s on those days that I’ve cried
Trying to understand the truth
Feeling the world has lied
Some days are meant to be rainy
To help the pain subside
Sympathetic raindrops
In which we can confide
Two lovers requite one is lonesomeCalling of a loon in the darkest nightCannot ascend or descend without the loving water One chasing the other into deeper watersA sad song from the drowning poolStruck by your own arrowA love bird does carolThe unreachable dream harrowsChasing the unrequited down the straight and narrow The black road reflects as the deep lakeFlying high diving in with all mistakeLost in the beauty but one is lostIn silence one did not count the cost A loon in the darkest nighta comical tragedy the loony tune
Poems sound lovely
the sympathetic dances
Delighted the read
Thoughts of remorse fill my heart with doubt
about the path or situation I put myself in
Jealousy peaks at its highest point from the dishonesty I hold within
I get heartaches by thinking I can hide under a grin
though my paranoia dosen't subside
It thrives from my oringinal sin
I vow not to do it again but when guilt sets in
it's like a punch to the chin
They come from a country in Eastern Europe...
dreaming of freedom, reviving their faint hope;
I'm quickly learning to speak their language,
to understand them and offer courage.
We volley with sketchy returns
each moment of empathy mirrored
in cough or laugh,
toothy smile or nod
to prod hundreds of
muscles in chase,
scrambling for that
elusive reciprocal
that binds us in effort,
a hiccup of reactive
responses contrary
to conscience or will
to fill yawning mendacity
while locking journeys
in mutual discord
behind the mask
of ordinary compassion
banishing inner calm.
You, a glass tear - filled with black oil
to stain, to rearrange each thought
contained in your metal nib
Scratch, scratch the pompous paper
and tend to wounds afterwards
The thoughts must come!
Must flow!
And yet you sit.
Still. A night with no moon
encased in clear horizons.
Do you wait for me to taste you?
Do you need a catalyst?
Must I stain my tongue while
I wrangle around in this licorice fit?
My fingers know you well.
Calluses you've seeped into.
And still you sit.
Perhaps you need me after all?
To lift the lid, to inject the ink,
to scratch the page?
Do you stare, Oh sympathetic ink?
Do not marvel at the likes of me.
Waste no time but come to me yet!
There are thoughts to be penned so indelible be!
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