Reblog – Empathic by Doree

Empathy, sympathy, concern, it’s what makes us humane.

DoRee MelNic

~~~

I do not know

No

I do not know your pain

I feel it close to my heart

But

I do not know your pain

~~~

I’ve felt

Shrill sheets of energy

Shredding through my being

~~~

Back and forth

Back and forth

~~~

Until I couldn’t anymore

~~~

I do not know your pain

But I feel it just the same

And for what it’s worth

It must be terrible

~~~

View original post

Mistakes

Beniamin Sinca – Unsplash

small and large
every size in between
we make them
others make them

the reckless, unintentional,
without forethought type of injury
is suffered upon the unwilling,
mildly harmed as well as grossly enraged

a mood, the time of day, the severity
at the time of infliction predicts our response
have a laugh and acceptance
compassion and empathy
or maybe cutting out their further influence

shall errors happen again and again
or will we learn to not repeat
perhaps we just get better at not screwing up the small stuff
only to really fuck things up

A Hollow Existence

it took a global pandemic
for us to realize
the yin-yang of touch
and precision distancing

in these covid times
the good is the benefit we receive from hugs
the bad, this illness’ consequence
yet we still crave the magic of being held

Image credit; 五玄土 ORIENTO – Unsplash

#Whatdoyousee

Relevance

Untitleda
Rostyslav Savchyn

We’ve all questioned ourselves.
We crave it.

It’s different than having a purpose.
We need to have value in the world we inhabit.
And we want to fit in.

But do we? Are we really important enough?

Untitledc
Artem Maltsev

How do we become important
and closely connected to our community, to ourselves?

Does it mean we’re good or just special?
Is it the amount of praise we get which tells us that?

Untitledb
Caique Silva

Be well in your center, and
in the movements taken within your world.
The care of yourself you take to belong,
the decisions you make affecting you,
choose wisely –
this gives you relevance.
In the valued becoming closely connected,
what matters most is
how we love ourselves and others.

Purpose

Untitled
Sydney Sims

Pain is a part of life. Every one of us will experience or have to endure pain.

Minimizing pain requires knowledge, wisdom, action, and bandaids.
Alleviating pain requires living through it.
Eliminating pain requires no instances of infliction.

I think being pain-free only happens before and after we die.

Is our purpose in living only to just feel the least amount of pain?

Pieces Of Time

Untitled

appreciate your moments
as they come and go

big, small
long, short
dreadful, wonderful
exciting, fearful
sad, happy
joyful, excruciating
embarrassing, bold
empowering, wrecked
lonely, connected
engaged, boring
lazy, determined

awake, asleep
agitated, peaceful
sane, reckless

cherish them all
when one day, they’ll just go

Reblog – Loneliness and me

I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I did. It was achingly human.

living-in-solitude

Loneliness and me.

  

 

I found myself dwelling in the past
looking for the remains of the old me
wondering, how I used to feel.

What I found was

The love in my blood had drained
The trust I had in people had died
And the loneliness had embraced me
Since the night I stayed awake and cried.

Should I fear it, I questioned
What makes me a human, I don’t feel it anymore
Its been a while since I have felt a touch

I haven’t been touched in a while
touched by kindness
touched by love
touched by affection
I’m locked inside a prison of isolation

No one has come to see me yet
No one tried to free me yet
No one seems to be bothered by my absence
No one cares if I’m doing okay or not.

So I’ve decided to adopt it
Embrace the loneliness to used it for good.

I shut myself in
far away from the world
from the world where nobody cared anything I said

I start to live on my own
inside a big empty hall,
I start to explore,
explore the walls
see if they can protect me
or can they be broken by the storm

The storm lurking outside
waiting for me to go out
so it can devour me from inside

I live by myself
drawing, writing, praying.
drawing poetry, writing stories and saying my prayers
so I can learn to appreciate my solitude
and turn my flaws into art.