Empathy Poetry

Purpose trumps happiness
Purpose gives meaning to life
Happiness is just an emotion that vanishes as fast as it appears
Find your calling so that you will live a life of meaning
And one that is worth telling

I agree with Hemingway that writing isn’t hard

You do just bleed out your feelings

Only problem is, the bleeding never ceases

Coping with your darkest secrets

We writers feel the most

Writing poetry just to pick up the pieces

Alone I am

Forever I shall be

An old soul like me

Will never be complete

I thought about ending for a long time

Until one night I dreamt of my fate

And in it, — I in the coffin

My lovely mother beside it; Completely torn

I knew now why ending simply didn’t make the pain stop

It made it endure and transform

Into something much much more

Hypomania we meet again, such a dear old friend

Without you, my best work wouldn’t exist

Ah, but you always leave in the end

You’re part of the disorder I always miss

I spend my days with coffee, literature and writing about memories of you and me.

Haven’t you heard women like me cause pure destruction?

Yet, here you are still intrigued and not even trying to leave

You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into — Not a clue

I’m the rain

I’m the lightning

Darling, I’m the storm

Don’t let fear stop you from falling in love.  Young man, the most beautiful things in life are felt within the heart.

I lost you; I stopped drinking.

When you left my book of life

The chapter ended but the story continued

I do not read the same chapter twice

Next Chapter: Moving On