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Ending the stigma through poetry
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. … Continue Reading “The Empath”
She was an intoxicating, mesmerizing mess. He knew she was mad but he could not let her go. She was the most angelic being he had ever seen.
She pushed people away so that she could never be hurt. In the process, she broke her own heart.
Today we met again after not so long ago I often wonder how many others you visit For you do not care about a person’s Race Gender Age Social Status Nationality Culture Political Party Religion No you do not care at all You have… Continue Reading “Promise”
He said with a melancholy demeanor, “I ignore her texts because I lost her once and I don’t think I could ever do it again.”
A diagnosis leads to a prognosis I take my pill – you know the drill Writer’s block hits me and seems to have defeat me Traded my creativity for stability
He drinks the liquid courage while staring at his phone. He wonders if he should tell her what’s been on his mind. He drinks to forget but the whiskey never lies.
I lit up his world like a firework display When it ended, he left And I was all alone in the dark contemplating Why I wasn’t enough to make him stay
Start looking at forever in your own reflection. If you can not learn to love what is looking right back at you, then how do you expect someone else to?
Empathy Poetry 