Numbness Poems

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
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My pen is poised, what shall I write,
The mind is 'dark', it needs some light,
Some 'inspiration' would be enough
To trigger the fingers and do a rough
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Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
...

Why there are some people who could hear you a thousand words and still not understand you? ...
A big question that blows my mind.
How can you think without thinking?
Feeling without feeling,
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I was lost in numbness for years
I was running from pain
but then I became trapped in the freezing darkness
where I was constantly numb
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lost in numbness for years
running from pain
trapped in the freezing darkness
constantly numb
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Just the day,
comes,
with an iron will,
the way to conquer the passions,
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This numbness I have from the winter
Lock the coldness on my skin
To be felt and to forget the warm
As if fire never exist
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Discontented heart and a restless soul,
unaware i was of my goals.

Alcohol, cocaine, hashish and grass
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I sat on the dentist’s chair
With an aching tooth, feeling hell
The dentist seemed quite pleased
As he opened my mouth and surveyed
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Silence knocks the door of the night
Wave of coldness felt, cannot hide
Solitude blew frozen kiss, desire for love inside
Be strong my heart, to carry love inside
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She sat alway thro' the long day
Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'
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I.
Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls
Are level with the waters, there shall be
A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,
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forever young in my heart and always numb in my brain
im always wearing youth on my sleeve
hoping 1 day i can get this numbness and strain to leave
as never ending passion burns throughout my soul
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It is an unholy appetite-
A desire, some say,
Born of Satan himself.
The Roaring Lion,
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(Rhyme Royal Or Rime Royale - 9)

Then, many times I have passed this area
Many times I have smelled yellow flowers
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Coldness of winter
And your silence
Both sting the skin of my solitude
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There is nothing left
It has all been stripped away
All except for my tears
And the memories that you've left me
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did they really think they could just take it all away
with just one word
did they think I would not fight
do they really think I gave a shit what they thought?
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God we love you, we serve you, we believe in your words. Let down time and time again my heart shatters, where are you my Lord? ? ?
Why God do you not dry my tears and answer my calls? ? ? ?
This heart is yours worships you asking believing you for more. Why must you ignore my calls, why do you say you care but never help? ? ? Why do I continue to ask trusting you only to be left to fall? ? ? Numbness is setting in where your love has forsaken me. I am crushed and your not setting me free. Your all powerful yet I never have your help so why should I continue to believe?
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As I lie awake night after night reflecting back on what feels like a past life Im starting to realize with my real eyes all the real lies for thrill highs. Focusing on learning the knowledge to gain the understanding powers of wisdom. Embracing the persuaing of the unknowing avoiding the lonely emptiness of nothingness. Soul slowly fading away as the numbness slowly starts to take over. Subliminally forming morbid darkening thoughts. Fearing the mirroring imagery of what's to be. Bringing the shaking awakening of The Blazing Flames of Eternal Suffering. Laying in the burnt ashes of what is left forming bonding making the creation. Phoenix red flames rising the rebirth. Don't refrain from the insane as you gain wings to be seen. Transforming fully to The Existing. Listening to the glistening mysteries of haunting misery leaving it lingering for history before my death is a mystery
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I can talk or hold a pen - in my mind,
But the body does not listen,
And the self, the self obscures reality.
Veils of perception rented - I see beyond comprehension,
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The numbness melts to
unrelenting pain.
The loneliness of loss
no one else can feel.
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The poem.

Sunlight shining between ...
Summer and autumn and winter
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steel upon flesh made me feel again
for a split second numbness replaced with pain
followed with the urge to feel again
numbness like a great dragon could be slain
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