Short Insensible Poems

I’m watching you bleed
Until your insensible 
I’ll show no mercy
I want you to be vanish
I spit on you thousand times...

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R evulsion, as it pierces my skin,
A  nger within me, as I feel the burn,
G argantuan, immense…in which I can’t persist,
E ngulfing my every feeling…I’m insensible....

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Vague silhouettes of gorgeous flowers cuddling in darkness
Swaying with insensible zephyrs, fearing the crescent lit night 
Waiting to see the sun return, aspirations to become beautiful once more...

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Certainly I’ve created for hell many Jinn and human being
They have hearts that do not trigger their thinking
And they have eyes with which they see nothing
And they have ears with which they do not hear any thing
They are like cattle
Rather they are more insensible
They are the heedless people....

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Passionless I see each new day arrive and depart.
I shall not falter upon any deed.
I betray not
Why is this feeling plaguing my mind and spirit?
I was never insensible to my deity.
Or ever will be.
Listless I lay upon the life before me and beyond.
Apathetically I continue with a plea.
I will awake....

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The words pass from my lips
Scrambled and jumbled 
From my pen tips 
Reflections 
About my present affections 
Or a deep emotion
Like a potion 
Tantalizing my sentiment 
How it wears on me 
Like a tenement 
Knocking down my weak walls 
Forcing me to fall 
Into the depths of blunt insensible fog
The only hopes of clearing my mind 
Is defined 
By removing my madness 
In an eternal sleep 
In this heap...

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The sunrise is a golden, peachy delight,
replacing the treacle blackness,
of the kingdom of the night.
The brightening wakens me
from my deep insensible slumber,
and outside of my window
the songbirds grow in number,
to sing their dawn chorus,
competing to be heard,
each trying to sing much louder,
than any other bird.
So the conspiracy of our star,
and my feathered friends,
means that it is certain,
this is where my dozing ends!...

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I’m so perfectly perfect I have it all under control 

My anxiety is running rampant 

My death will be silent and slow 

How frigid to feel the breeze on my skin 

No matter the wind continues to blow 

I’m stubborn I persist I don’t stop going toe to toe 

My mind is reeling 

My heart remains unfeeling

I must stop it I continue to grit 

My fingers hurt from my theatrical shaping

My lips raw, trickling pomegranate seeds abating...

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I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.

A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.

It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My godly presence
was everywhere 
like a black night.

I smashed its plastic skeleton
its fluid internals popped outside.
The poor thing
just curled
and retracted
like a coil spring.

Then tears
rolled out, from my iron heart.
I thought;
Was it worth
whisking away life
to protect
this insensible fear?...

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