Poetry Blogs (apathy)
Thank you for
of pushing me away.
For helping me see
the price of loving you
is too high to pay.
For saving me
a life of heartbreak,
torment, and dismay.
For all the things
you wanted to,
but didn’t say.
as I go
my own way.
I hope to repay
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Wednesday 30th October 2019 3:12 am
magic tumbled from his lips as he spoke of love filled promises,
dreaming of the day he'd feel.
empty, he was, the hollowness of his eyes prominent.
he kept his apathy concealed under a veil,
making them believe he felt the opposite.
death, to him, seemed almost.. ideal.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 7:15 pm
Alive and Deceased
Poison has filled the bunker
but from the outside
until futher analysis
In a similar
is Schrodinger's Student
who is both
here and absent
awake and asleep
consious and in coma
Fallen loved ones join Illness
in a dorm room
Wednesday 10th May 2017 9:33 am
A world apathetic to the pain that apathy wrought.
How much apathy would one want to endure.
Such a delight to endure the degradation.
Ever a joy to degrade so slowly. Into quiet.
Sunday 5th July 2015 8:14 am
Something To Say.
I’ve got something to say about everything -
the bloody Tories and the bloody liberals
and that blood Farage with his bloody racism
and what about the bloody workers
and stop the bloody NHS cuts,
give us all a bloody living wage,
stop the bloody bankers bonuses,
plenty to say about benefits Britain
about the state of the nation,
about the house of lords,
Thursday 16th April 2015 7:53 pm
Lived life being damned
in death getting adored
Extolled to extremities
in past all but abhorred
Dwelled in deprivation
in livery being adorned
Hated earlier presence
absence now’s mourned
May the dear departed
find final resting place
Beyond the life of misery
or any recurring disgrace
Duplicitous sort facets
thus truly come t...
Wednesday 10th September 2014 5:25 pm
I look at you
You don’t look back
You can’t hear what I’m saying
Blinkered, you start to backtrack
Into your world of playthings
I wish you’d join me
You never know what you might see.
A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy
A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance
But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind
I’ll speak to...
Friday 30th August 2013 1:46 pm
Saturday 7th August 2010 4:19 pm