A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
Ballroom
Alone and without experience, there arrives two discreet individuals. A lowly boy, and a lowly girl, looking for love, looking to feel good. Their minds were too fluid, their emotions uncontrolled. They did what they loved, but knew not what it is that they loved. They looked for someone else to solve their problems.
The maiden couldn't find confidence
She looked far and wide to help those in need
Her lust was for commonness.
The Voyager, a brash individual
Lead by example, and with anger
His past held his life
He lived surrounded by danger.
Stress plagued their minds in the ballroom.
The air was filled with pretentiousness.
The Voyager entered the room with an aura of difference.
His mind fixated on licentiousness.
The maiden's eyes searched for someone.
She searched and searched, looking for a reason to exist
There he stand, broken and unnerved
The Voyager's stern look for acceptance, penetrated the Maiden's soul to assist.
Their love was immediate
Their love was intense
Their past emotions lead them astray.
They looked at one another
They thought of each other
They left together that day.
The Next Telling
The minds of the youth lead them to eachother. Their lives in the hands of one another, no one else was there to ascertain. They leave with dumpster loads of disabled thoughts, leading their minds into an internal conflict. They lay there wondering what the other is thinking, almost without knowledge of themselves. They lay thinking how to feel. They lay destined.
The next morning arrived
The Voyager's drunken mind was half asleep.
Her innocence was lost that night
An unwanted slope was steep.
The Voyager left for work that morning
The Maiden kissed goodbye
His fears for life endure
An ostentatious sigh.
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On a ship he lay
His father the captain
His father, the one who left
Hallucinations he was trapped in.
His mother was his only support
He loved her for it.
His mother held down his fort
He looked up to her for it.
His mother did drugs for sport
He knew this wasn't true.
His mother sent him to court
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In the valley, the maiden's heart
Her mother always said she was smart.
Her father left her when she was young,
The song of the world is what she sung.
The compliments were enough to remove
She saw what the world was
The thieving intelligence of meaninglessness
Depression knew her just because.
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There was anxiety in the two
They looked at once to each other
Not knowing their place in this unforgiving world
Their passing hearts put together.
They looked to solve their issues
Their themed dance brought them discovery
There was anxiety in the two
They looked at once to each other
Not knowing their place in this unforgiving world
Their passing hearts put together.
They looked to solve their issues
Their themed dance brought them discovery
Holding their hands was the cure for life
In the future was their recovery
The dire lift of the souls once bled
Drifting a singing fowl once dead
The dingy draft of the incredible light of reality
Their souls touched the hand of the almighty snow
Believed together, they're below.
The Future
Catching wind, the light of the tyrant bled her eyes into submission. His fierce fragility brought the maiden to her frail knees. Her life, undetermined, quickly became his. His wrath for lack of being cared for, made its emotion crudely onto a drywall. The indescribable inaudible cries for help lead the audience into multiple paths. The Voyager unable to accept responsibility. There lay his Maiden, in her best outfit, the voyager looks to her, unafflicted.
Best dressed to impress,
he impolitely confessed less,
she indecisively accessed
the obsessed mind of his aggress.
The boy destroyed the array of toys
Annoyed she's unemployed
No money in his corduroys
His weeping head deploy.
He lost his job beginning to sob
Their knob lob, her eyes throb
A squab man looking to rob
The voyager stood at a slob.
A fight ensued
Unexplored emotions are what created this.
Their lives influenced by miss white,
The robber is what they missed
The robber was a friend looking to help.
The robber overheard an argument
The Voyager and his Maiden couldn't handle it
They thought the robber was starting it.
Their guilt overtook their hearts
Their friend lay beaten
The Voyager's hatred for himself
His mind arrived unsweetened.
An Open Book
This leaves us with today. There lives one lowly couple, their lives dependent on one another. They're here living, knowing not what to do. They've pushed away their loved ones, having left a room of undescribed love.
Love took them,
love takes them,
they lay dead in the graves of their misfortune.
Restless tempers die.
A life once full of opportunity
A loving unity
The devil's deed is done
A sister learn to cry.
Mourning for their loss
A loss in relationship
The opportunity of tomorrow still stand.
This isn't total goodbye.
As for me,
I see them becoming what they once were
Her lover and life breathe in sight, the maiden and the voyager breathe together
Forgiving them finally before we go to the sky.
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