Best Numbed Poems

A visitor—
icicle fingers
tapping on my windows' pain—
white blanket in tow

Hurting enough, I paid him no mind
so he kept tap, tap, tapping
‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared:
a final,...

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Under layers of pain wrapped in the hurt, 
Under betrayal hidden from sight,
Pinned to her heart that’s broken and black, 
Pinned to a feeling of...

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Where was I 
when repo men invaded,
possessed,
boxed me up within his cool heart
fragrant in its distaste of warmer climates?
You know,
climates governed by love.
(Daydreaming of knights,...

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Abuses hurled and Alcohol gurgled,
In the vortex of confusion
And blurred vision.
Intoxicated pleasure from surreal leisure.
Fooled senses and numbed conscience.
Wiped existence of love and kindness cuffed.

Lashed...

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My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt...

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Driving down the street,
sweet suburbia exhales,
scents of butter pecans
and apple blossoms penetrate the wind,
but secrets hide behind this serene atmosphere.

Momma's passed out on the couch,
Jack's...

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THE PHASES OF GRIEF
bereavement pain physical
spiritual and philosophical 

SHOCK & DENIAL
can’t find relief
overwhelming numbed disbelief

PAIN & GUILT
unbearable preemptive suffering 
remorseful chaos excruciating

ANGER & BARGAINING
growing bitter...

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As strangers to this virgin land
succumbed to the impossible
we are numbed by grief for what is gone
Astonished by the solitude...

We gaze, without a breath, nor...

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"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous...

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She sits alone 
She draws her knees up to her shoulders, hugging them tightly
She shivers in the icy wind 
Her teeth chatter and the stream...

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In a box full of everything I’ve ever lost, 
The first thing I’d rummage for is the patience that could’ve led me 
To your open...

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We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable...

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I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the...

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sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go...

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A boy, barely eighteen, was
sent to the Vietnam War.
And as a lamb among wolves,
he didn't know what lay in store.

When it came to kill or...

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