Poems About Apathy Seeking Friendly Advice
#apathy
Poems about apathy seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
a port i Italy
A port in Italy
Livorno was a dark town with sparse light that appeared Russian
at an open place with many trucks and many women milling about
I paid one she bent over the bonnet of a car
did this to relieve the boredom and the onset of depression.
When the deed was done, I walked to a restaurant and bought
a bottle of wine, it was surprisingly good, probably Russian
I do not care for Italian wine.
The woman followed me, wanted wine also, said I was gentle.
After two bottles, she said she loved me.
When she went into the loo. I jumped...
Livorno was a dark town with sparse light that appeared Russian
at an open place with many trucks and many women milling about
I paid one she bent over the bonnet of a car
did this to relieve the boredom and the onset of depression.
When the deed was done, I walked to a restaurant and bought
a bottle of wine, it was surprisingly good, probably Russian
I do not care for Italian wine.
The woman followed me, wanted wine also, said I was gentle.
After two bottles, she said she loved me.
When she went into the loo. I jumped...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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the end
The ending
A slag heap collapsed with the speed of a Mercedes
with two batteries hurtling down a motorway in
an industrial landscape, grey as a Vera’s lonely life
amid crime and poverty.
On a night like this, how is it possible not to despair
battling a mass of sluggish dreams of endless harms
in a world bent on nuclear destruction.
A slag heap collapsed with the speed of a Mercedes
with two batteries hurtling down a motorway in
an industrial landscape, grey as a Vera’s lonely life
amid crime and poverty.
On a night like this, how is it possible not to despair
battling a mass of sluggish dreams of endless harms
in a world bent on nuclear destruction.
#anger
#apathy
#bittersweet
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A Surface Scratch.
I wish I was P.E.R.F.E.C.T,
In the deepness of your E.Y.E.S.
Your eyes,
The D.E.E.P.N.E.S.S of your E.Y.E.S.
I'm T.I.R.E.D of blaming others,
When really its my L.I.F.E.
We can't help
Who we choose,
2 B.E,
2 B.E.
2 B.E
2 B.E,
Yep,that's M.E.
What will it take 2 B.E
P.E.R.F.E.C.T I.N Y.O.U.R E.Y.E.S.
©25/6/2022.Wired6.
In the deepness of your E.Y.E.S.
Your eyes,
The D.E.E.P.N.E.S.S of your E.Y.E.S.
I'm T.I.R.E.D of blaming others,
When really its my L.I.F.E.
We can't help
Who we choose,
2 B.E,
2 B.E.
2 B.E
2 B.E,
Yep,that's M.E.
What will it take 2 B.E
P.E.R.F.E.C.T I.N Y.O.U.R E.Y.E.S.
©25/6/2022.Wired6.
#sadness
#regret
#rejection
#frustration
#apathy
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a new home
A new home
Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve, 30 years after
the Berlin wall fell with the blessing of Russia, in case you forgot.
In the meantime, more walls were constructed mainly in Israel,
stopping Palestinians wanting to home, we dislike talking about
This is because of the political Holocaust.
The wall between the house and me, old to age, to live life deep
in the Paradis.
The Chinse wall is a tourist attraction, the ugly Israel walls will
one day is building material.
There are many unseen walls among classes the rich...
Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve, 30 years after
the Berlin wall fell with the blessing of Russia, in case you forgot.
In the meantime, more walls were constructed mainly in Israel,
stopping Palestinians wanting to home, we dislike talking about
This is because of the political Holocaust.
The wall between the house and me, old to age, to live life deep
in the Paradis.
The Chinse wall is a tourist attraction, the ugly Israel walls will
one day is building material.
There are many unseen walls among classes the rich...
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Flat Lining
I feel like I'm beyond love.
Beyond any emotional response.
No more sensations.
No more warmth.
Just empty.
Nothing.
My essence is flat.
No question.
No answer.
No surrender.
Will I be there from yesterday?
Will I be here for tomorrow?
When will it happen?
When will it return?
Should I wait?
Where will I be?
I’m hungry.
Beyond any emotional response.
No more sensations.
No more warmth.
Just empty.
Nothing.
My essence is flat.
No question.
No answer.
No surrender.
Will I be there from yesterday?
Will I be here for tomorrow?
When will it happen?
When will it return?
Should I wait?
Where will I be?
I’m hungry.
#apathy
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Suspended In Mid Air.
And so they've gone 2 bed,
Now what do we do!
Its been so long,
Since we've done the "do"
I sit on the 3 seater,
You sit on your chair,
These are the habits,
We fulfill year after year.
Tonight,for some reason,
You decide 2 get up from your chair,
And proceed 2 join me,
On my 3 seater chair.
Before the closeness,
Before we can share,
A touch that's been needed,
Year after year.
They rush into the corners,
Then jump onto the 3...
Now what do we do!
Its been so long,
Since we've done the "do"
I sit on the 3 seater,
You sit on your chair,
These are the habits,
We fulfill year after year.
Tonight,for some reason,
You decide 2 get up from your chair,
And proceed 2 join me,
On my 3 seater chair.
Before the closeness,
Before we can share,
A touch that's been needed,
Year after year.
They rush into the corners,
Then jump onto the 3...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#apathy
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San(Dims)ity
final
gaze
of sanity
now
the light
dims
drifting
from
existence
reality
fading
in and out
fragmented
pieces of
thought
never
quite
complete
glimpzes
a fleck
of knowing
lnside
the
silence
tear
away
the layers
it reveals
nothing
of me
of
anything
i truly tecognise
a mere
grey
shadow
gaze
of sanity
now
the light
dims
drifting
from
existence
reality
fading
in and out
fragmented
pieces of
thought
never
quite
complete
glimpzes
a fleck
of knowing
lnside
the
silence
tear
away
the layers
it reveals
nothing
of me
of
anything
i truly tecognise
a mere
grey
shadow
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#apathy
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Slipping Through My Cracks
clawing at
the plastic bag
over my face
in way
over my
depth
watching
the cracks
appear slowly
gain a foot hold
inside
my mind
bouncing
off walls
like a maniac
straighjacket
is the fashion
of the day
lego bricks
tumble
down
like paper houses
hit by a
hurricane
dreams used
to hold back
the tide of reality
now they
just underline
a living nightmare
the plastic bag
over my face
in way
over my
depth
watching
the cracks
appear slowly
gain a foot hold
inside
my mind
bouncing
off walls
like a maniac
straighjacket
is the fashion
of the day
lego bricks
tumble
down
like paper houses
hit by a
hurricane
dreams used
to hold back
the tide of reality
now they
just underline
a living nightmare
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#apathy
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ship of ages
The ship of ages
It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour
at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia)
with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed
the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time.
Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and
the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated
itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is
reading a map of the oceans’ great currents.
150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship
was back on the sea’s...
It was a hot afternoon when the big bulk carrier left a harbour
at the coast of Bengal bound for Sidney (Australia)
with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had ploughed
the many seas, alas too slow in our modern time.
Somewhere in the Indian ocean, the sea separated and
the bulk carrier fell into a timeless zone where life repeated
itself endlessly; the cook is making soup, the captain is
reading a map of the oceans’ great currents.
150 years passed convulsion in the time zone. and the ship
was back on the sea’s...
#anxiety
#confusion
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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Just Wait
hollow effort
ticking in vain
time moves forward
nothing remains
success or failure
wrong or right
all of it fades
in dark of night
this will pass
just wait
none of it matters
just wait
days are hours
hours are breaths
boxes of dust
striving for death
triumphs worthless
anguish too
all that lingers
is how I touch you
this will pass
just wait
none of it matters
just wait
ticking in vain
time moves forward
nothing remains
success or failure
wrong or right
all of it fades
in dark of night
this will pass
just wait
none of it matters
just wait
days are hours
hours are breaths
boxes of dust
striving for death
triumphs worthless
anguish too
all that lingers
is how I touch you
this will pass
just wait
none of it matters
just wait
#depression
#death
#TimeHeals #apathy
#TimeHeals #apathy
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To Be Wanted
To Be Wanted
No one wants
to be
the consolation prize,
not to be
the one
in her eyes,
not to have
that central
core space,
the reason
the moonlight
wakes up on her face.
The boxes
she keeps
in her underwear drawer
are filled
with the letters
of dreams of still more.
And every sad look
of having
just settled
reminds
of fourth place,
not even medaled.
No one wants
to be
the consolation prize,
not to be
the one
in her eyes,
not to have
that central
core space,
the reason
the moonlight
wakes up on her face.
The boxes
she keeps
in her underwear drawer
are filled
with the letters
of dreams of still more.
And every sad look
of having
just settled
reminds
of fourth place,
not even medaled.
#rejection
#betrayal
#disappointment
#apathy
#deception
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inert tarn
An inert tarn
In the pond of pleasant memories, a duckling paddled
like an unwanted thought of a spring wedding in Brussel.
Flat stones skipped on the pond in the night, quacked
refused to spit out half-chewed toothpicks forgotten.
Expel the duck and send it abroad to the Saragossa Sea
to a shadowy barren island in the stream
where the monster Amnesia lives; you must be warned
keep away if the ogre gets hold of you, it will not eat
the unwanted, but also the memory of those you loved.
In the pond of pleasant memories, a duckling paddled
like an unwanted thought of a spring wedding in Brussel.
Flat stones skipped on the pond in the night, quacked
refused to spit out half-chewed toothpicks forgotten.
Expel the duck and send it abroad to the Saragossa Sea
to a shadowy barren island in the stream
where the monster Amnesia lives; you must be warned
keep away if the ogre gets hold of you, it will not eat
the unwanted, but also the memory of those you loved.
#anxiety
#addiction
#apathy
#diabetes
#Autism
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