Long Numbs Poems
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The frosted breath of winter bears the smell of snow
It scatters life’s discard across the withered grass
Darkness devours the light from a fading sun’s glow
Frozen despair drops from black skies like jagged glass
Night steals the warmth from the dying sun’s reflection
Leafless trees hinder not the tormenting winds bite
His coat collar pulled tight offers no protection
Against the violent stab of one more frozen night
The cold crawls into his brain and numbs his senses
But in the quietness no one can hear his plea
As the soft white blanket softens his defenses,
He embraces the blessings of death…He is free
11/21/2016
it seems in just the twinkling of an eye
life passes by
and one's left at the brink
with time to think
before the fall
into the great abyss
where did time go?
For some, life is short
for others, long
But the years don't count
Nor do the hours
It's the moments which capture eternity
You can live a lifetime in a moment
and face death happy and proud
for eternity has been tasted and lived
Cowardice kills
Bravery lives
Be brave enough to follow your dreams
Don't settle for second best
Mediocrity weighs you down
numbs and suffocates
Cling to your passion
Blaze in its flame
be honest with your soul
in that bid to be whole...
BE HONEST WITH YOUR SOUL!
When you deny your soul
you start to die
Above all....
LOVE
with PASSION
as if this were the last time
your lips were to taste
desire's embrace
or eyes were to see
that blessed face
Don't make haste
LIVE
Love
Love is the sum total of life
if you have loved
you have lived...
and if you have truly lived love's life
you can die content
for eternity has been yours
for a moment
in
time
Jade Celeste
I recently showed some photos to my class of a young man in his twenties who lost his battle with Cystic Fibrosis. His sister is my daughter's age, and once when she visited Cyprus, I took her and my daughter and another friend out. She loved me and added me on Facebook. I've followed her brother's journey with avid interest and pain. Her younger brother has cystic fibrosis as well, and her husband has it. He recently had a lung transplant...and for a time, Hannah didn't know if he would make it to the wedding. So much pain in her life. I've recently shared on FB at her request, a site where people can make donations to raise awareness about Cystic Fibrosis. My heart aches for her in her time of mourning. We complain about insignificant things, when all Ben wanted was to be able to breathe free and LIVE!!!
What is life? The Bible says that it's like a flower...here today and gone tomorrow. We complain...about so many things...not realizing that every day we live is a gift that's not guaranteed to many. We need to cherish those who matter. Live life to the full. Find and grasp happiness. LIVE LOVE....LOVE! :) That's the sum total of life.
The path splits as unfortune would tell
The crooked, splintered sign gives warn
One says that it's the Highway to Hell
The other points to The Children of the Corn
Sudden dizziness overwhelms your entire Being
Vertigo has seem to have spun you around
The fog and mist hinder what you are seeing
Your legs cramp up as you fall to the ground
The mind numbs into a state of confusion
Unable to decide which path to take
Maybe it is all just an optical illusion
That this creepy feeling is just a fake
Standing you wobble and veer to the right
Taken as a sign your path is chosen
The Darkness has painted the blackest of night
Blind with frightened feet now frozen
A sudden wind so warm yet gives you a chill
Erupts from somewhere an unknown direction
Shhh be quiet hold completely still
As the wind whispers "You have no protection"
Panic drips sweat down a furrowed brow
And pools around your sinking feet
Your mind screams to do something now
Your Soul only feels the agony of defeat
Now waist deep paralyzed in fear
All motor skills seem to have died
Passing your chest just under your ear
Dancing in the Devils undertow tide
Panic short changes your very last breath
As the pool of tears pulls you deep within
Strong hands pull down into certain death
Lungs fill with the hot blood of sin
Thoughts no longer seem to make sense
As you plummet down to the earths core
The pull of this gravity is just too intense
As you slam face first into a burning red door
The door bursts open into this fiery cave
The noise now chatters of the insane
Pain explodes while flames lick your grave
Sanity burns out all the remnants of sane
The Red Beast appears laughing in Hell's sky
Flashing his fake veneer evil smile
Please this isn't real rubbing your eye
Laughing in your ear this Devil in denial
Hot it's so hot as organs start to boil
The putrid smell of fire burnt skin
Change you feel as a new tail uncoils
New chapter, new life as a Demon begins
Written for poetry contest "Scary Stories" 10/08/24
Hosted by: Crystol Woods
Is black a color or a shade,
that dims true colors?
For black absorbs light
from which colors glow to be visible.
Is white a color or a shade
that lightens true colors?
For within white is all
the colors in the visible light spectrum.
It lightens with a dash of brightness.
Is silence a sound or
an empty gap in what's heard?
Or is silence a shade that dilutes
and numbs true sounds?
Perhaps right down to inaudible.
Can you hear the sound of silence?
Is silence an empty interval
or a vacuum,
totally devoid of sound?
Is it a state of absolute stillness
and quietude, an interlude in time?
Perhaps true silence does not exist,
because you always hear something
even if it's make believe, or
your brain faking sounds or echoing the past.
You can hear silences even though they make no sounds
or vibrations in your ears.
They are perceived as an interval, long or short,
beyond a blink.
Certainly, silence, the absence of sound, does not make the
heart grow fonder.
Waiting to hear is destructive.
Hearing nothing but silence, hurts.
Words spoken but unheard are still-born to silences.
"For silence like a cancer grows".
I have learned;
that crap does occur.
I have learned;
that there is a his and a hers.
I have learned;
that sometimes love is not enough,
I have learned;
that they're really is a diamond in the rough.
I have learned;
that the outside does not pertain to the inside,
I have learned;
that it is easier to take it all in stride.
I have learned;
I'm healthier if I manage my stress,
I have learned;
that every day is a work in progress.
I have learned that;
I stick out like a sore thumb,
I have learned;
that I march to the beat of a different drum.
I have learned that;
my greatest strength was my biggest flaw,
I have learned;
that sometimes it is the luck of the draw.
I have learned;
that some lessons you do over and over,
I have learned;
that there really is a four-leaf clover.
I have learned;
that sometimes time does make it better,
I have learned;
that I can be a go getter.
I have learned;
that good intentions can be misunderstood,
I have learned;
that there is nothing stronger than motherhood.
I have learned;
that you cannot avoid pain and sorrow,
I have learned;
that not everyone has a tomorrow.
I have learned;
that if I starve the bad it numbs the good,
I have learned;
that Pinocchio was made of wood.
I have learned;
that the truth does exist,
I have learned;
it is easier if I don't resist.
I have learned;
you just have to let go of some s___T ,
I have learned;
it is better to be legit.
I have learned;
doing the right thing is worth it in the end,
I have learned;
that a dog really is man's best friend….
TURBO1904
My body’s disabled in the heart:
Big dreams worked up in my mind –
One day I would be a great man:
And the society knew so too.
Years down, the big dream has faded;
My poor heart now numbs in coldness:
No one is near to comfort it –
I`m broken to a thousand shreds.
Every single day light emanated
From the deeps of my soul to light up
The faces of those close to me.
When the sun died in the rage of failure
Darkness set in everywhere,
Now people laugh at me in darkness.
I walk round in drunken stupor,
My heart beats without energy and spark,
My mind is clogged and the soul bleeds-
I grope in the shadows of the dead;
Oh, shall I ever heal again!
My body’s disabled in the heart.
Humiliation
I look at the ground, my cheeks flushing red,
I don’t need to look at them , I can feel their gazes fixated on me,
My breath is as shaky as my hands,
The lights are blinding, and I can barely see the crowd, but maybe that’s a good thing,
I hope I wiped away the tears completely, the hurtful words of that message still lingering in my mind,
True panic sets in, when I realise, I couldn’t remember the lyrics of the song,
Now I will just have to act and mouth along,
The message is the only words I can think of,
I learned these lyrics so many times, yet one hurtful text made it seem like I didn’t,
I see a camera flash in the crowd, and my breath becomes quick,
The conductor shoots a stern look in my direction,
Suddenly, I can remember the lyrics,
Relief numbs out the panic, and I can finally sing,
I place a smile upon my face,
Just breathe, relax it will all be okay.
My friend, Ennaytsch, has said, ‘Basic, is Fear…’
The fear of poverty’s a noose,
That tightens more, the more you try
To pull it loose!
The fear of criticism grows,
Each time you criticize,
The fear of loss of Love abounds,
If you feel sure you’ll lose it!
This, I think I can surmise.
The fear of death, the river-crossing
That we make but once…
That river is too large for death!
It must insist on tossing
Spirits back into new bodies…
(That is birth, or I’m a dunce!)
The fear of illness has forgotten,
Health is like a well…
And, if we use it up, ill-gotten
We will need to rest, a spell…
The fear of old age thieves all Peace,
We’re never where we Are…
Nor can I ever heav’n’s lights reach,
Till I become a Star!
The fear of loss of freedom is
The cancer of our age…
We fear rat-races (and car-chases
Are but symptoms, rage’s cage…)
You see, fear Owns the one it eats
It numbs, poisons the mind,
It stops the heart, and mocks our Art
Adds shackles, and rejects those kind
And gentle folk,
Who come to help us on our way…
But Courage, Wisdom, Selfless Love,
Sweet Harmony, Truth, Peace,
And Righteousness
Are answers to these seven fears,
The children of Unconsciousness…
THE TENSED ENVIRONMENT.
Hurdles come in between
My teaching and preaching
About keeping and maintaining
The beauty of my horizon.
Little did I know
That my thoughts were unknown
To my users whom I bestowed
My body and soul.
I have been trying everything within me
To make them understand what I mean
But they all seem to be numbs and indeed
A caricature of failure and mischief.
Only if they could feel
All that I experience and see
Due to their impelling deeds
Destroying the span of my fit.
My eyes bleeds tears
My mouth murmurs fear
That I might lose the care
My users promised to share.
All they think of is to struggle
To gain all what they can handle
Forgetting I am facing the hurdles
Which is entangled in their struggle.
I just wish the next generation
Will for the sake of affiliation
Use my already grotesques condition
In a way I will be full of admiration.
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
I prize this wonderful wisdom
I'm waiting for God's Kingdom to come!
I ain't no loner
Or a pitiful forlorner!
I am not alone in his eyes -
Delete all those lies
In your head, David...
They don't need to be there - get rid!
Get rid! Get rid of em!
They're pests, not a prized gem!
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
I'm not a dried-up bone
My faith is nourished - I answer my phone
When He and he calls to me,
I respond favorably
I'm as strong as Sampson in the bible...
But I won't ramble
On and on about that!
I abide by his and His wisdom right off the bat!
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
I feel like a failure at times
But, I'm not! I haven't committed terrible crimes
And just gave up on the spot
Don't leave me to rot...
I'll give it all I got -
I'll keep living my dream and my fantasies
No one's gonna stop me...anxiety stings like bees
1.) I'm stronger than I realize
2.) I'm not alone
3.) I'm not a failure
My therapist's words of wisdom
Numbs my pain and mends my broken heart...
Thy Kingdom come~~~
I don't want to roll in the death cart
Thank you, Mr. Sok
You are my therapist and a great friend to talk to
I appreciate your hard work, so
I wrote this poem for you...I hope it rings true to you!