Sympathise Poems

Anywhere but here

I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman

Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy 
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!

Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver

Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery

If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain

A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s 
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within

Oh! And the indifferent 
chatbot I confided in, 
has begun self-harming!

abrupt adjournment

I stay stationary, collapsed, in a room unlike mine
I stay bare, as I wait for my thoughts to align
the bloodied hand continues it's repetitive round
soon the dust in this chamber will have me drowned

my scaffolding will be unveiled before I accept
this isn't a hallucination because I overslept
I cry, I kick, I bite, I scream
I weep, I hit, my eye's they stream

my feet move my carcass for the very first time
so back to my predecessor's cradle, I can climb
the circle of life I complete at one and seven
and I hope to have again before I witness heaven

my consciousness a station that's only channel is you
I theorised us as true, not our love debut
the favourable and dreadful constantly contending
no speculation was given to our feasible mending 

I crave to be livid and despise your existence
instead I sympathise and empathise and acknowledge our distance
your presence and aroma was a familiar setting
with your forthcoming absence it's you I'll be forgetting

formerly I was craving your presence and touch
now praying to avoid your glance and clutch
dreading to glimpse dreamy eyes turned devil
as our look will never again be that special

Self-deception

from a safe distance we sympathise
we feel good about ourself
without touching

ego plays such games
to deepen stupor and delusion
knowing our attention span is limited

The Library

I read, like an open book
All others can see the words written on my pages.
I contain tales, read as secretive,
A hushed whisper that only a handful have seen.

But how many times has this book been checked out?
A sea of white masks, deadpan through the years
So cherished once, now faded, emotionless.
Forgotten both to me, and I to them.

My secrets are secrets no more - 
I own my past, without connecting to it.

I am an open book, because who has to connect with a story?
People can project on a tale, 
As what better to have in a confidant,
Than a horror story?
Something you can read from the comfort of your bed,
A scary, scarred stream of words that seem otherworldly.

Frankenstein’s monster will never be faced - 
So, too, is this failures’ life.

You understand, you say.
You sympathise, you say.

But how can you, when I checked myself out long ago.

In a Place

I wish to live in a place of peace
In a place of silence
in a place where there's no argument
in a place where I have to think less

In a place where there's space
No people to torture me emotionally
where I won't have to sympathise with fake people
where I won't have to avoid peer pressure

In a place where there's no war
In a place where there's no sarrow
I just wish to live under the moon

And watch the brightness of the moon
The twinkling of the stars
and feel the fresh air
away from the polluted environment

Whenever I run to my land seeking peace 
I come back with conflict
Hence I wanna go and live in a peaceful environment

A Bi7c4es Eyes

The Old me went,
Just disappeared ,
For a time I found it weird ,
But 3 years on,
And now I see,
This bi7c4 will stay .
She killed old me .

And she dont care, and rarely cries ,
I now see through this b@#hes eyes.

I see most people are dumb or rude ,
Or nasty , crass and very crude .

I see I don't really like much folk ,
I find them twats or just a joke .

I see id rather be alone, 
No one to complain no one to moan ,

I see the world through open eyes ,
And most people I now despise ,
But judge me not ,youd sympathise , if you saw through this bi7c4es eyes

Human Too

Carolyn Devonshire-Poetess I never met
was similar to I for she also had regret…
Remorse maybe complexed and burdening to one
never brings no peace of mind and certainly no fun.

Before money there was trade and bartering in chase
no-one really knows who invented the replace,
Though many problems have occurred due to the creation-
homelessness, poverty, social deprivation.

To be compassionate, kind from goodness in our heart
we may share human feelings for others to be part,
To make known, to engage in hope of a solution
bringing all together so there is no exclusion.

For we’re people, we struggle for life can be hard
we empathise,  sympathise and NO we won’t discard
Human beings- poor or sick, downtrodden often years
as we care so we will share overwhelmingly to tears.


* this poem I wrote after reading 'Regret' by Carolyn Devonshire.

Amnesia

There’s nothing to remember,
You’ll be a part forever,
Of those memories you seem to see,
Because of which you’ll always be with me ,

My head doesn’t feel right,
You’re unfamiliar in my eyes,
They stay as cold and hard as ice,
And I will always sympathise,
With you, With them, With myself,

My head isn’t so clear,
My life’s a car that I can’t steer,
The right people, the right direction
The final line where we surrender, 
Because I will always be a pretender.

Intersection

Early registration! Determination in his eyes , off we go to the land of isolation and independence.

It is what l asked for all my young life , now that it is here....l can't take it , l was warned that "lf you rush , you crush." Well what l blasted into existence is destroying my crops.

My face dunked in shame , what have l done? I just wanted so badly to grow up , be on my own but fishing tends to be tricky when hunting on a stormy day and it seems it's always stormy. Life right? What is the price of growth!?

Honesty , integrity , empathy , sympathise  and realize the true lies told by Pennywise.....the rotten grapes igniting within my veins deceiving me into supernova , oh my dejavu!

Late registration....the arrow of belief in the goodness pumping love into my being , Bloodmary of courage, yes l am young that makes me free and ready to excellerate.

I Feel So Old

I feel so rustic,
The world being in such a haste
Than my normal pace of existence.
As sparks of thoughts form in my brain,
The time takes a giant leap,
And reflects on my novel thoughts
Calling it gibberish before it is born.
Each time I inhale,
The air I take is already putrefying
With the ills and wills of past,
And when I finally exhale,
My body is cleansed
From the suppressed past.
As my heart completes a single beat,
I see the world no more surviving with emotions,
And I feel like an entity, with a bag full of feelings,
That have lost its legitimacy, its significance.
Where is this time going?
My worn-out mind always wonder,
My old heart always sympathise,
My crumbling soul laments,
Everything changes so fast,
The land, the sky, the air,
Losing its appeal, its uniqueness,
As if it is chasing something,
Something much vital than time,
Something too luxurious,
That the world have chosen to cease
Making moments, creating memories,
Living, experiencing, appreciating,
And relishing the God-given life.

K.S.Lakshmi

Assault

My name is Assault
To many you may think
I am a game
I am fame.

But you are wrong
I was created only to inflict pain
If you are not careful 
My brothers and I will put you in jail.

We know not Love
Nor do we Sympathise
Our masters plan was to deceive all of mankind
If you are not alert.

If you do not take heed
If you are not afraid
My Brothers and I will make you our tool
We will steal your wits.

Confuse your mind
Control your body
Take you to a place unkind
Where you will be made totally blind.

When you recover
You will only but discover
That our plan is to make you quiver as I have said before
Our masters plan is to deceive all of mankind.

I am not fame
I am not a game
I will be the only one that will gain
The masters plan will ensure 
That your time is served in jail.

My Mind

What My Mind speak. 


Each time I take a breath 
It leads closer to death . 
Life is beautiful with lots of hurdles,
One thing  I always do take my pillow cuddle.   
People will listen and give you sympathy, 
But nobody has guts for the empathy. 
Live each moment 
Whether good or bad days 
One day morning will have shining rays.. 
I shout , laugh and cry it aloud 
But at last  I m proud cos 
I can control my emotion and hide it inside me . 
As I said people can sympathise and not empathise.. 
Good people need not justify,
Cos thing they do usually rectify.

I m lucky to be what I m. 
I m good human being. 
To me that’s all what really matters. 

ALKA PAL

Macabre Bazaar

great leaders sup in style
tete a tete, haute cuisine
attentive servants grovel
perfectly pleased to preen
as common soldiers while away
the quick moments of their lives
until the final stanza
battle screams, widowed wives
bullet sandwich breakfast
shrapnel pie for brunch
body bags for supper
**** and mud for lunch
something on the radio
the leader's can't agree
further talks tomorrow
perhaps yet peace may be
advisers are advising
the innocent are dying
beasts and buddhas sympathise
the leaders can't stop lying
but wait there's been a breakthrough
the deals have all been signed
the oil is in the barrels
the gold and jewels mined
communicate the press release
now sated they do order
glorify the martyr's death
the graveyard is a hoarder
a thousand generations now
one more will it matter
think they one more drop of blood
will make the gold cow fatter
why do they wake the bloody beast
why do they profit from it
blue murder in the name of god
by christ they make me vomit

Unfazed

Days itself found escape
Nights in kind, I cannot grasp
Time only fades to forever wait
Unforeseen memories… only last

Thoughts were reasoned light
Unburden by burdens to claim refresh
In my mind were my sight
For this moment… my soul has left its flesh

It wasn’t renewal I realise
It was letting go… an unplanned tomorrow
An olden self I cannot help sympathise
Yet a revival I’m yet to follow

Easy is never the word for change
Yet hard… was witnessed passing by
Moderation spites to plain
Where do my acceptance lie?

Days in passing for nights to grasp
Was it between I found my escape?
That many evenings… a never last
Perhaps time were made to await

The Ghosty He

My mind cannot be at peace
Too much theories and speculations
Ghosts who never leave
Coupled with every disturbing illusions

Trouble without significance
Labeled without an identity
Yet heartfelt bears its substance
Almost a soulless entity

The lesser I thought was more to think
And the more I think… lesser was felt
Walking without sleeping in a living dream
I need not thread with caution but I need help

To feel without touch
To view without eyes
With pity I care too much
And I sympathise with lies

Compelling yet distasteful
The ghosty he who’ll never leave
Dis-spelling though mindful
A mind never to be at peace

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