Short Asphyxiated Poems
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Prison Of Flesh
Pregnant and constipated
Gagged
Asphyxiated
Want to jump out of my skin
Nonplussed and exasperated
Black bagged
Unenumerated
Everything is without
And I am locked within
Why
did you
have to die?
Only fourteen ...
Asphyxiated.
Your poor brother found you
Whole community in shock
Another teenage tragedy
Only one question to answer ….why?
Sadly this recent event is true
23rd May 2015
Something changing, shifting, fading...
Lackluster, the heat has gone cold.
Open portals closing, drifting, dreaming...
Trepidation, the eyes to the soul.
Someone wishing, reaching, feeling...
Imploring, a quick and tantalizing grasp.
Deadened passion, avidity, and lust.
Remembering “Stuff”
4/20/2018
Some memories, become asphyxiated by time,
Others perish quickly, or retreat into the regions of non-recall;
That leaves only a few,
With a faint glow superimposed in our minds;
Each is a souvenir of a recollection past,
And some will remain until we breathe no more.
Tom
I descended
Depths pulling
Ropes tightened
Swelling water
Chalky crimson
Pricks of loose twine
Slivers in my ear
Jabbing
Hard.
Red.
Flesh.
Strangling inside.
I collapsed
Head cocked back
Throat asphyxiated
Veins flooded
Liberated
Weaving in a downward
Spiral of hopelessness
Sustained vertigo
Aborted birthright
Chumming across the
Ocean floor
Asphyxiated,
try not to choke
The bridges I've burnt
are bellowing smoke
Cutting all ties
with a blunt, brittle knife
I don't need a map
for the circle of life
It's what you don't say
and what you don't do
That's made me detest
and despise every you
The hands and the eyes that
you own are like ice
It's come back around now
you're paying the price
15th June 2011
Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.
You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.
The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.
A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.
You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.
The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.
A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.
You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.
The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.
A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
My spirit,
Incinerated.
Its ashes
Descend back into
That dark crater:
That inky opaque abyss,
Where the slightest din
Is swallowed,
Where that one fragment of light is asphyxiated,
Held down,
Stripped and raped from its alluring, golden iridescence.
It drowned in its own tears
And then scattered across its own grave.
They turn their backs
With apathy entrenched into their depths:
The reason for my oblivion
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
To nurse with love and humility
napalm asphyxiated victims
in our stained world
veiling ambition with face of
humanity.Beautiful is the moment
when sunlit world fades away
And with it mind made mirror
While look inward drawn, sight insight led,
and heart shuts out desire to let in
consciousness.
Let's watch the morbid dance
asphyxiated sky romance
as spinning voyeuristic stars
control our hearts from space afar
We glued our hearts to the breaking news
the devastation, bone gutting bruise
bloated water to ignite the black death
we waited for the gulf to get over her wrath
And now, the dance's begun again
(the gulf takes jealous big sister's hand)
We watch helpless, sick from our organs within
We watch as the spinning of fury begins...