Empathy

[140 bpm]

Sunrises

You crying?
I'm too...
Your eyes green and sad?
Mine sad, but they blue

You cutting yourself ?
You turning in red?
Just pass me that blade,
I'll try it
Thank you.

I know, it hurts
I feel her -
Your pain
She's wearing black
As colored my nails

I'm here, I got you
It's beautiful flesh
Sunrise in 5 minutes
Let's clean our mess

It's not even bad
Heart wound bleeds worse
You ready wash sins?
Let's run into ocean
It's full of remorse.

We've tied our hands
We transferring grief
The only thing left-
We should to believe

It's either...
We step on this white sand together
Or drown in salt...
No fears...no stresses

All that doesn't matter
We out of time
Till I'm holding your hand
And you holding mine.

 

[timf]

Poetry is usually reflective of a sensitive soul. Our materialistic, consumerist, mechanical world can be pretty rough on sensitive souls. There is a danger that an artistic inclination may be used to construct a place of refuge or perspective that, while providing protection, also neglects that which might improve a situation. As a result, that which causes hurt can increase.

One should not surrender that which makes them unique. Your sensitivity and empathy are special. However, you should be encouraged to take steps to protect yourself. Self-harm (like cutting) can be a way to imagine you have control, but it is more likely also a symptom that important things have been negelcted.

 

[K-O]

beautiful, thank you.

..when nuns fly..

 

[Sherri]

Such beautiful words