Empathy Poetry
Ending the stigma through poetry
The Introvert
Time spent alone is crucial to my existence
Voice of Reason
How am I supposed to be the voice of reason for others when I am still asking questions myself?
Manic Depressant
I do not need drugs to get high
I do not need alcohol to get drunk
My mind already does that on its’ own
Masks
The facade is a mask we bestow as the curtain rises. The play is our life and we choose the role that is most appealing to the crowd. No matter the applause, we all take the mask off at the end of the show. Bravo you have played yourself a fool. Do not live your life as a masquerade.
Thorns
I am the woman your mother warned you about
Do not fall in love with a woman like me
I am like the rose in the garden you pick
For its’ beauty
I am not the rose petals my dear
I am the thorns
I cut deeply
I warn you to not enter the garden searching for me
You must stay far away from me
Problem
The thing between my legs is nowhere near as important as the thing in my head. If you can not realize this, then you are part of the problem.
Beautiful Mind
Choose the man who comments on your mind rather than your body.
Heaven’s Gates
The old man holds up an old black and white photo. The tears run down his grief stricken face. He softly says while staring at the picture, “I enjoy sleep the most. That’s when I get to see your lovely face. Until we meet once again my dear, I’ll be dreaming of you.” He turns off the lamp. Pulls the covers up to his chin and closes his eyes. When morning comes, he does not wake. For he is now at heaven’s gates.
Beat
Your heart may have cracks in it from past lovers but I assure you it will beat just fine.
The Empath
We sat in silence until he took a deep breath and said, “You care so much about others and not enough about yourself.” I stared at the ground while biting my lip. I nodded. “Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. I answered, “Because I know what it feels like to not have anyone there.”
Empathy Poetry 