Long Novocaine Poems
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I didn't know
Raindrops
Could taste like
Bad medicine,
Novocaine
Shot
The wrong way
Numbing
Everything
Down to my
Fingertips-
In the
Inpatient
Care
They hide me
From
Myself,
Drugged up,
Those raindrops
Only heard,
Never touched
As if you can
Recognize
Pain from a
Distance
And learn to
Ignore the
Pitter patter of it,
Just background
Music
To a
Symphony
Of memories
I'm supposed to
Put on pause,
Or delete
Altogether-
But I would need
A
Skin graft
Of my
Wrists,
Hips,
Lips even,
To forget
All the reasons
Why I've
Ended up
Like this-
It's been two weeks
Since I got stuck
Between these
Same walls,
Checked up on
Every five minutes,
But
Nothing
Has changed.
She is still gone,
And no God
I could ever
Pray to
Could or
Would
Be able to
Fix that-
There is no
Band-aid
Big enough,
No shock
Strong enough
To bring her
Smile
Back to me-
All I have left is
Stolen time,
Framed and
Frozen,
A gravestone
And a faulty
Memory….
Maybe
It would be
Best
To just
Forget,
But even now
I look for you
When I hear
Your name,
Your seat goes
Cold
Next to me
Like an
Unspoken
Shrine
Only a fool
Would touch
And
Desecrate,
And when it is
Completely
Quiet,
At night,
When we used to
Skype
I still hear your
Laugh
Like an
Echo
Mocking me,
A melody
I will
Never
Hear again….
I remember
Exactly
How I found you
That morning,
The sirens
Coming alive
At 3 am
When
Everyone
Should've been gone
To bed,
And the
Smell
Of the sterile
Hospital
Just the same
As the one
I'm in-
Lately,
I've been
Recording
All the
Words
I should have
Said
Earlier
But didn't,
All the missed
Opportunities….
But I'm one day
Too late,
And today
I will be
Searching
In vain
For bits of you
At the bottom
Of bottles
And stop signs
Where the
Sidewalk
Ends
Until
Someone drags me
Away...
And stops me
From following you
Down into the
Gutter
With the rain.
Another Saturday of middle men gathers, save one, be another weekend passes, mumbling about, till I spoke out, forgive me, this be the truth of it.
'Tis but a few words, that I lent to friends ears, a course set to change,
for heard they, of a raw web unspun, perchance 'tis innocence had a part of it.
Furthered loan lobes, of fate's mired pace, that weld's their chest so tight,
it held the breadth of them, a chance to swim in its currents of a tenuous life.
A friend astrayed, from our prearranged meets of jovial matter, 'tis cavorting,
leads to a quietude, a disturbing view of jaws, 'twas given a shot of novocaine.
Reveal I to them, of a sacred trust, known only to me, and now our friends,
as a harp strums an unsung tune, strands of arrows tender points, prepares.
A test on a piece of paper, whose strength enough to shred an unstable heart,
and bring a man of untold years, of the worth that remains--a small sum it be.
No tear was spared on a solid face, that offers free slides of it, to yon floor,
pooling whispers of ancient values that will spirit a hospital room's brief use.
Sounds of car doors, engine revs, as the voice of gps's unattainable reach,
of heartbeat's ascent,'tis be a final race, rally they must, for the one of them.
A room of jovialness spreads, cavorting returns to normalcy, dry eyes rounds,
yet I see the truth of it, for they drown in tear-filled dams of fortuitous eyelids, all.
*October of last year, its earlier half, my colonoscopy test result reveals one polyp, and during the interim of its results, our friend passes away. A day before the funeral, a prerecorded message states it was benign. All of us had ourselves checked out. I suppose, my words suffices a small tribute to his memory, yet, he's not being forgotten by his friends for the many Saturday's that has passed. *This is for you buddy.
Date: 05/30/2019
**Re-edited**Date: 06/01/2019
“Spoke”
Could wilderness
be paradise?
Silence arrives.
The winds of change
caress the silkiness
of kiss from pain
through the taste of tears, pink,
soft the tongue stretches
feels along what remains vacant
novocaine numb inside,
fire dreams burning fierce,
somehow still remain
salty the wound
stings carry courage forward
rolling on words without wheels
along velvet streets
in the hearts
of two, not spoke
Felt, the love like warm caramel
sticks along rough roads
hard driven
ankles, arms and stories twisted
from deep potholes
and glass shards of others strewn
walked barefoot
from cracked
and broken mirrors
bleeding pearls stolen,
taken
too soon
drawn deep from within
the roots of the heart
of child and mother
skin and teeth
torn and lost
cherry red life's ocean
now in this moment
baptismal
stills the waters
yielding
trust and belief
in oneself
a calling,
victory remains
for girls so brave
unidentified
they are their own phenomena
Ezekiel wheels
golden and turning,
becoming,
heards corralled
their wings
spreading
beating like angels
spoken from cavern
of mouth unclaimed
love hides in the spaces left
for the blessed ones
to remember courage
worn forever in the blue genes
strange heroes evoked;
from purity inside,
the soul is never shunned
to smile through the hurt
to live again, to win
recognized entry
into their own
kingdoms
the child turns
towards her eyes
twin jades seen perpetual
in a mirror unwavering,
known,
no spokes
the mother
believes in her
always
she says
take life, to win
arise
begin again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm - llb
"Ascent" / Stellardrone
https://youtu.be/FCw8XHEHSkY
A Poetic Pinnacle – Release 2
By Franklin Price12/10/2016
A poetic pinnacle I'm trying to attain
The thought of it is daunting as it's running through my brain
There is no heavy lifting, where I would need a crane
I meet it with some humor and never with disdain
I hope I am successful that it will entertain
Familiarity with many words I will attempt to feign
I try it mainly for myself, want nothing else to gain
Want new underwear for Christmas, I hope that they are Hanes
Further alphabet progression in this poem I will ingrain
More difficult than first grade and reading Dick and Jane
Or remembering the Senator, Virginia's Timmy Kaine
All the letters so far were left where they were lain
I must leave them lying there my progress to maintain
My wisdom tooth is hurting I need some novocaine
The dentist is a friend of mine, he will help me to obtain
A shot placed in the gum below will take away the pain
Now back to the monorhyme that's not a short quatrain
Of the letters in the alphabet, only eight remain
Hope that I can make it while still remaining sane
If you see me spouting gibberish put me on the crazy train
That travels to a plane that will fly me to Ukraine
Before I arrive I'll comb my hair I'm just a little vain
The excitement now of writing this, beginning now to wane
The first shot now is wearing off, I'll now use xylocaine
For “Y” I'll make a German word just to “yankyourchain”
This attempt has made me hungry, I think I'll eat some Zatarain
Finally finished all the alphabet, though “Y”'s a little bane
Had help from several writing friends who planted words of grain
PANTYGYNT, HUMPWHISTLE and the first who was SANEJANE
Without them, Pinnacle 2 is not, or at least be quite inane.
I get
Addicted
To her
Novocaine
Moments,
The times where
She makes
Everything
Quiet.
She lights fires
In places I can’t
See,
Burns tattoo-like
Days into my palms
So I’ll never forget.
And I won’t.
Take my hand
And
I’ll swallow you
Like an angry
God-
A distant
God-
One
I can’t find
Myself
Believing in.
Then,
Tap into my
Soul
Like a maple tree,
It bleeds out
Memories
And heartbreak
Hopefulness,
Like this time
It will be
Different.
No two
Loves
Are the same,
Or even
Comparable-
I’d say I love you now
For who you are
Currently,
Just as some don’t love
Anymore
For who I have
Become.
But,
I’d say,
I love you
Wholeheartedly.
I’d say,
Take this kiss-
It’ll be different tomorrow,
Or even today,
In the late afternoon-
But
Just like how vines grow
Together up poles
I’d say I want to grow
With you,
Together,
Entwined like vines
Or wires
Or cotton fibers-
I just know that
Things do grow
Apart,
Too.
I’d say,
You burn brighter.
But fuses burn bright
When they burst
And I’m more wary now
Than ever
About love that feels like
Fire,
About a touch that burns
Deeper
Than cooling charcoal
Embers-
I want
Something
That feels like peace
Or serenity
Or maybe
Just a quiet spot
Somewhere
Away from all these
People,
My thoughts.
I deal in
Somedays,
Which is to say
That I dream of a
Love to be,
Which is to say
That I love the idea
Of tomorrow
More than living today,
Or remembering
Yesterday
And if I remember
Any of this,
Of you and I,
It’s because you are
Something
I never wanted to
Forget.
I am a mage in a rage with extreme power
I escape from this cage looking to devour!
Determined to be victorious
Poetry Soup has labeled me notorious!
Not commenting on my work just to discourage me?
I overcome any and all adversity!
I even manage my paranoia and hallucinations;
But I continue to persevere;
Despite the demonic voices in my ear.
I am fueled by huge doses of testosterone!
So why am I to be scrutinize for my raging hormones?
Don't blame me because you're sexually frustrated and all alone.
Maybe you would like a naked picture of me on your Iphone?
Who cares if you find me disgusting and immature.
You're just unhappy and insecure.
I can't stand a hypocrite and a snake;
I wish you had a horrendous toothache,
And it would cause you unbearable pain!
I could make you beg me for a shot of novocaine!
After your misery is over and you recover,
You may get lucky and I'll take you as a lover!
I may need a shot of Kentucky whiskey,
For it to hit the spot and find you remotely sexy!
You may think all this is serious,
But I'm just being humorous;
Because PoetrySoup has labeled me notorious!!!
*Note wrote strictly for "Syed Amaan Ahmad's" contest "Free-style" You wanted creative ,
unique, good stuff to read;)
It has happened again,
your true feelings are once more exposed
Vulnerable
Out in the open,
where your heart can be attacked
Anxiety ridden,
palpitations increase
Got an overwhelming urge to flee,
and go hide
Hide your vulnerable heart
Put it safely under lock and key
Blow after blow,
hurt after hurt,
has made you wary of anyone having true
interest in you
Particularly that of a romantic nature
Do they just want to be friends,
keep it purely platonic?
Or do they want to rush on in
Bombard you with flowers and phone calls,
remember every personal detail, no matter how small
Are they for real,
are they on the up and up?
Are they being sincere,
do they truly care?
Or is this just another self-amused bluff
Someone trying to see if they can get you to open up
Get your heart exposed to the cold,
then numb the pain with a shot of sexual novocaine
Get you laughing, set your mind at ease
Make you drop your guard, so they can do as they please
No, stop the doubting,
you're a better judge of people now then you were back then
If your heart must be made vulnerable again,
you will always be free to choose
whether to open the door and let the prospect of love come in
She ain’t the belle of the ball anymore
She’s not the picture
hanging on the wall
behind every dorm door
Miss Best Beauty
is no longer
the fave social media queen
That short-temper smile
don’t enamel contrite
gleam supreme
The autumn reign was semester short
as a mid-summer moonbeam
She’s not the hookah heartthrob
of every palpitating Y eye
testosterone dream
On the cute campus dance floor,
she curvy ain’t
the belle of the homecoming ball anymore
Hash tag splash
some ugly meme paint
This picture ain’t pretty
lipstick quaint
Give a kiss of death
to the hip flirtatious pledge darling
Professed Valkyrie
of TA many e-z Y conquest
Peer voted Super Hottie Best,
this belle had a novocaine, nosedive ring
Got a bosom pain degree,
false vows in the pleasure chest
Silver tongue hourglass-shape laid:
Tainted palette promises on a circular chime
Her pulse fade
is a wrinkled tick-tock portrait
To no acne avail,
pouty pigment
don’t age pageant well
Pretty poor fall from grace
was her
diva dropout farewell
11-01-21
(Hello, my sweet friend!)
Speaks in unknown tongues
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food,
A sweet drink
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will
Seeking and freaking through my pages
It's been ages since the impression was gone
Sloppy wording crawl under my hide
Notification triggers my finger and thumb
Bang! The evil one exists
With a second-hand letter
It believes, it should never be forgotten
Numb as Novocaine can be
I watch and interpret the riddles in every line
Living and breathing art,
I'm echoing the same nightmare
How dare, the devil seeks to be fed!
Screaming and remembering
--the demons that linger in its head
Too much to read,
I have major troubles with your disease
Lunacy of the universe
Open Obituary, you are a curse
Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine
It's a calling, unbearable to describe
Take from me, after I am deceased
Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star
Lies to
Greets to
My eye twitch
My soul hurts
I'm not feeling well
Take care,
Leave me the HEll alone
(-*-)
The speed of lust
The fury of pain
Pitch dark feelings
Wrapped in a ball of flame… 'that’s emotion'
As the storm of sensation
And your heart collide
And it’s like the ocean
Bashing against the rocks at high tide… 'that’s emotion'
As the emotional roller coaster
Dips twist and turns
You can feel the winds friction
Yet you yearn for the burn
Traveling faster and faster
Without safety’s concern
You crash and free fall into a bottomless pit
Realizing emotion is long term.... 'It's forever'
Rushing through your veins
Like adrenaline for the brain
You can feel the battle between love and hate
Making you cry for novocaine …..'that’s emotion'
-E- is gasoline
-MOTION- is its fire
Never fully satisfied
Yet its sparked by desire
An incredible encounter
Overwhelming in its capacity
Emotion is the master of manipulation
Dealing cards of joy and tragedy
So don’t worry be happy
But be afraid be very afraid
Although laughter is good medicine
An overdose will cause stress and strain… 'that’s emotion'.