Poetry Post 329

Reading Empathy
Can you look right through me
And tell if I have empathy
Can you see my neurological wires
And see the roots of my desires
Any more than I can see through you
By the actions I can see you do
By the way you see how other people feel
To determine what you can get out of the deal
I only hope for reprocity and understanding
Never giving less than I am demanding

Questioning Faith
What is it to have true religion?
Is it relying on another for a decision?
Is faith something you're suppose to support
But cannot count on when you're hurt?
I know there is God and I know there is the Lord
But how am I helped compared to those who never heard
There is comfort in knowing what is Good and Right
But with so much beyond our strength its a losing fight
You may say its a sin to say the Lord forsook me
But if I still feel so defeated someone overlooked me

Unrewarding Drudgery
Every day is a hectic boring drudge
How can I not hold a grudge
What do I have to depend on
When all is done everyone's gone
I push and pull along throughout the day and night
Without comfort emotional or physical in my sight
Just a small bed to lay alone in
Waiting for the next day to start it all over again

14th Collection of Poetry

Jobless Hopeless
Lost forever stuck immobile
Might as well get cozy I'll be here for awhile
Lost forever alone tired of looking for my way
Just want to escape life for a day
No job no friends by my side
No calls from the stores I applied
So I waste another day in void
Escaping the pain and loneliness with Pink Floyd
My senses give me nothing but sorrow
Forever awaiting another tomorrow
Escape this pain with a cheap thrill
It's better than vain work or standing still

Evaluation
I don't know what's in store
Dying for sins I did not ask for
I did not willingly create
These feelings are innate
Something natural smothered in tacky decadence
Something beautiful, ugly, real and phony makes no sense
I don't want to pollute
But I need a substitute
Because if I'm too young for it to be real
I need placebos to make my soul heal
I know it is wrong
But my will wasn't born strong

Puberty
I sit still but my body's moving too fast
Another change as each moment's past
I do nothing hoping nothing will change
But my life is getting rearranged
My hormone and my heart are growing wild
But my mind is stuck between man and child
I sometimes think like a man but love like a little boy
Sometimes it's the other way but neither can I have any joy
My mind and body are changing within and without
Marked and scarred by my insecurity and doubt
But I have to face that time is the only way out