#coma
Don’t Let It End
with curtains of breath
suspended
chest drum patiently
beating worlds out of silence
closed eyes shedding nothing
from empty sockets.
You, come back now
sunlight chirps
through the window
trees whisper
stories yet to be told
coffee chants
its steamy ballad
here when you wake.
So am I.
Don’t surrender to the dream,
to the life so far away
Don’t let it end
where there is no end
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
Swing time is over.
I’m tired and wander through an apocalyptic portal;
albeit a motel.
Landscapes of red dunes brandish the theme and the hot air hits me square in the face.
I am in Modesto.
A classic motif of the 80s dullness ascribed to each room of this Motel 8.
Then there is one room completely covered in everything Hello Kitty. Sanrio is serious.
The bed spread, the rugs, the pictures hung askew with intent
That sent me into a sleep I can only surmise as a coma.
Dreaming to sleep.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC
So scraps are what I have to show
Find myself amidst the undertow
A pathetic pile of perfumed dreams
Like pretending life is greater than it seems
This multiverse molded with illusions and tricks
To knock you down just for kicks
Nothing glamorous about depression
A void that leaves the deepest impression
Feeling like rocks loaded onto my back
As if gravity is out of whack
Attempting to rise off the floor
Each movement leaves muscles sore
Past mistakes written in blood
Try but fail washing away with a flood
So sick and tired staying the same
Doubt and fear the scapegoats to blame
Reasons irrelevant nevertheless
Little extra effort might lead to success
I am aware everything is bound to fall apart
One by one shards will chip off my heart
I attempt reassembling it with some glue
To give it away like deja vu
These choices I cannot explain
Behavior proof I must be insane
Wasting more minutes than I have to spare
Fish out of water and I'm gasping for air
Can't you see I'm drowning?
A sea of my regrets
Ghosts dancing on horizon staring at their silhouettes
I think about years I continue to let slip through my hands
I'm so exhausted chasing answers to a puzzle I don't understand
Scared to admit this the extent of what I'll become
Wonder if I'll ever escape the place that I am from
I yearn to love now like I loved back then
Believe in magic and forever again
But hopeful naivete faded along with the sparkle in my eye
Like while I've been in limbo best opportunities passed me by
In a cerebral cage confidence confined by bars
Self-acceptance shackled by a multitude of scars
I am sorrier than lips will ever audibly speak
Unsure if my dungeon will let me discover the exit I desperately seek
This nightmare of creation darkens at an alarming rate
Need to wake up from this coma I'm in before it is too late
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
I'm an anterograde amnesiac per se,
But I remember what you did say.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC
Eight years ago, foggily I awoke from a 40-day deep, deep deep, sleep,
Seven times I've donned the sackcloth, which may continue seventy times seven in acceptance of my new reality.
Six years of gratitude redirected my heavy heart and thoughts, reframing and good perspective keep --
Five rehabilitation programs, cross-country, helped regain vital functionality, to commence:
Four years of post-graduate study in counselling and chaplaincy, processing grief, re-skilling, and growing more confidently,
despite my
Three-second memory retention, slowly but surely, my amazing brain rewired grey space. My
Two eyes, after several surgeries, still view life in fragments, hoping to be restored by the
One Almighty God, who has blessed me with life, I stand in awe of His grace.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
I can't make out since how long I have been here
It seems like ages but it can't be fair
I was in a world which was far and different from ours
No their were neither planet nor the stars
It was all empty with a sheet of darkness all around
It was a place where time has no bound
I was neither feeling happy nor have I any kind of grief
I am at loss of words in explaining that sensation in brief
Once I leave this place I may never be at peace again.
Will be lost in haze of materialistic world and might experience tremendous pain.
Away from worldly pleasures was the place where I was.
I wanna be here forever and peace was the utmost cause
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 4:47 AM UTC
The feel of the pen
on the paper
the poet grabs a verse.
the dripping of morphine
the flow of endorphins
flow of electronic lines
across the monitor
let’s hope we don’t flatline
this mere mortal
needs a portal to the stars
this mere mortal needs
defibrillation to the heart
the way the poetry forms
in the lungs and the mind
the way life needs beauty
is sometimes unkind
I am the blood transfusion
the illusion
of poems
bells chime
Electrons flow
Radioactive X-rays know
Poetry opens doors
I am the emergency poet
I will take flight
in flames
never shall I be tamed
But I will make that heart beat
and get you out of your seat
And on the road to recovery
and discovery
Because poetry heals
and steals back our songs
what could go wrong?
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
From the black sky, rain starts falling down
Makes my emotions softly settle down
In thorny path, I’m crawling…
Saying to myself, not to fall apart
To search for what I’ve never seen
No one knows what’s waiting ahead of life
Hopes and fears, take my conscious out
In thorny path, I’m crawling…
Saying to myself, not to fall apart
To search for what I’ve never seen
Saying to myself, not to fall apart…
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 2:12 AM UTC
midnight and i'm still here
tapping out words in the hope
that i'll write something worthy
of reading.
the instructions aren't clear:
am i supposed to sleep
or work on word therapy
and...feelings?
i don't care now
just turn on tiktok
and i'll slip into my beloved
mind coma
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
The one who’s behind you is the one you love.
Something else calls you’re name, tickles your ear.
But what happened to the intuition of what was and is so true?
Ticks on your shoulders, did they wait for you?
Left you in corruption, an unsound view.
The trade is so strong, kills your brawn but what can you do? The pain never ends, when no one wins, you can only die in this life. The paper god on your tongue melts you into glue.
It’s agonizing as you bind the world.
Nothing splits you but your pulled by all.
Reality stretches your skin, your mind loses sight and you’re paranoid. It will never end.
And it never ends
And it never ends
And it never ends
A woman evolves from the colors on the wall.
Strange and hairy, lament grows as her fur.
Scintillating messages of life and death they call.
Who am I, and who are you?
I’m speaking in tenses contradictory to a single point of view.
I can hear her scream, as she shaves her pits.
So beautiful it serenades my mind and scars my eyes.
I’ll never have her, and she dissolves into the bars of this cell again. I’m coming down or I’m blasting off, so hard to tell when god digests so well. Release my mind. It will never end.
And it never ends
And it never ends
And it never ends
Pierced skin, stained skin, ripped skin, all over her.
She’s broken and odd, but so close to me, I can’t help but connect.
The cover of her book is blank and new.
Pages are torn and ****** nothing to awe but still novel inside.
It drains me as it’s end never finds an end.
I can’t belong here when I’m rinsed of life and I dry as glue.
Bound and confound I can’t decide what voice to choose.
You’re on the right and I’m on the left, in the middle is me and we are you.
The nurse draws a bath and I am rinsed.
Drooling in comatose they wipe your lip.
Who new god had a price and came in a sheet.
That little square is the key to become like me.
So free from what’s contrived when you can’t decide the difference in truth.
The days go by and the years turn to seconds.
The nurse whispers in our ear, your mother is here and we start to cry. She holds our hand.
And it ends.
And it ends
And it ends
It ends.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
a daughter
named seble
seven years old
being in a coma
she couldn't hear her
daddy's words
she couldn't see him
fog in front of her eyes
covering differences of
sleep and wakefulness
oneday seble's father
who was desparate
put headphones
on seble's ears
lyrics from two tall germans
they are called the
"wildecker herzbuben"
"herz" means heart and a
"bube" is a boy
seble
closed eyes
slowly breathing
seble's father is called
brhane
rapidly breathing
brhane was pressing play
and after seconds
among lurid lights
seble
harvest
moved her head
seble closed eyes smiled
as the wildecker herzbuben sang:
"Ein letztes Glas'l mit alten Freunden
die geh'n allein nach Haus.
In den Straßen
in den Gassen
geh'n langsam die Lichter aus."
a last drink with my buddies
who go home alone
in the streets
in the alleys
the lights are vanishing
seble moved her head
no windows but
her daddy was there
sebles mother is not alive
anymore
brhane prayed
holding his daughter's hand
seble opened one eye
looking at brhane
seble came back to reality when
brhan had finished his talk to
god
the end of seble's and brhane's
story is wordless
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Mom called.
She said something happened at your friends.
She said, the result of whatever cataclysm took place there, left you asleep.
You still haven't woken up.
Not fully.
You've moved your hand a couple of times, and your eyes but
They say you're still fighting your way out of it.
I know your mom died.
You're probably dreaming dreams of being with her now, dancing in your living room
On a warm summer night, without a care in the world.
I need you to know that it's okay to be tired.
I'm tired, too.
My eyes all yearn to shut and stay shut till my soul can rest.
Sleep as much as you'd like,
And rest.
But please, do wake up soon.
I don't want you to become enchanted by the world you're staying in
And end up becoming a permanent resident of the Dreamland destined for Lost souls.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
drown by the lake pier
i fish to sleep forever
never wash ashore
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Someone
out there
doesn't have a mom.
You say "Everyone has a mom".
Well, get this.
Someone's mother
was born in the 70's,
with bipolar disorder.
Quite the disaster.
This was before
people knew how to address
things like that,
so instead it was
hidden away.
Someone's mother
turned to drugs
to make herself feel okay
but it didn't really turn out that way.
By the time she was 22
she had two daughters,
but no source of stability.
Someone's mother
overdosed one (two? three?)too many times
and got arrested for
possession of illegal drugs.
Someone's mother
had to sing
"You Are My Sunshine"
with her hand up to glass,
instead of with her hand
in her daughter's.
Someone
forgot to give their mother
one last hug
goodbye.
Someone's mother's
last OD
resulted in laying
on a couch for
three days.
Alone.
Someone's mother
went into
a coma.
Someone
was told
to say goodbye
to her mother,
and said
"She can't hear me.
Why should I say goodbye
if she can't hear me?"
Someone
was without a mother
at 11 years old.
Someone
had a sister that stole
*** from her mother.
Someone
grew up
not really knowing
what was going on.
Someone
out there
doesn't have a mom.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
In the mists of all the thunder and lighting
I made a decision
to strengthen my bond with my dad
before its too late
I do not want to die not knowing that my parents
truly love me
because for some time
I felt like no one loved me
people may like me but never love
and the fact that I was never able to accept any love
left me emotionally in a coma
I did not know how to react to things that most people would
and I still dont
I am willing to learn how to
but I am still afraid
I know that writing this probably means nothing to other people
but to me, it is going to be like a written contract to myself
to make new moments happen
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
I’ve been needing your lies
I’ve been craving your poison
I’ve been missing your demons
I’ve been loving your hater
While I was playing with death
While it was ******* me upside down
While I was freezing face to hell
I’ve been moaning your name
When my hands were trembling
When my soul was jumping
When my veins were twisting
I howled your April’s farewell
Once Azrael was invited
And the sky was open
Then my mind got naked
Your shadow was my only Savior
My voice was resonating
But from your ears was forbidden
My snow capped depth was on the summit of its alp
Pleading you to be its shield
That’s when you threw it into a dark swamp
Claiming that you were lost in a blinded place
Everything was mute and your bones were broke
But I saw you secretly radiating in a crystal ball
You thought I’m nowhere nearer
Was it amusing to fool a downcast lifer?
You were pushing my destiny to its sharp ending chapter
Below the belts freedom was dedicated to a shrewd sinner
Meanwhile I’ve been taken to where nothing left to catch
Failures over the time of my rotten life have built my forgotten grave
Gloomy butterflies surrounded my sick grove
No flowers to bloom no hope to ****
No words to draw no feelings to touch
No time to rush no remorse to scratch
The door of paradise was barely visible
But the clouds drove me to a fiery jungle
I begged life to be my sucker
One last elegiac parting with winter
But death was an invincible fighter
Loneliness was feeding my blur future
Chiselling out my anxiety within four blank walls
Then stirred up a wild storm of toxic fears
Moving on was the synonym of stuck in a rut
A sterile heart gave up on its darned patience
Charcoaled love erased its existence
Dry tears chained to these anorexic cheeks
You shutdown the light you once heated up
Now I’m sober yet drunk on my coma
Trying to perforate your karma
While cleaning up my ugly Fantasia.
Where I was your moon and you were my star
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
I know how many stories is tall enough
I know how much Windex I have to drink
I know long I have to be alone in order to hang myself
I know where to cut
I know how many pills I have to swallow
So you ask how come I keep trying and keep failing
Listen you have no idea how ****** windex tastes
Listen I can't get to the roof of the buildings
Listen All the pills are in a safe
I do everything wrong
I can't even die correctly
But I don’t want to **** myself anyway
My uncle shot himself
And I watched my grandmother lose a son
I watched my dad lose his best friend
I have seen what it does to people and
I have felt that feeling
I don’t want to **** myself
I just want to be in a coma
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
Such a privilege to walk amongst this destruction
to tread lightly through these fires
and see the light that comes between
the struggles of the itching dying
to bathe with this
and rub my naked self against the charred trees
and sample the taste of fatty ashes in warmed air
All cries reach a pitch
that hot soaks the inner ear
Smiles all around
Gapping land spills over
and over and over
I'll bury myself here
in the burning earth
equipped with a hollow reed
to reach the wonders above
and sleep.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
Valentines Day is stupid;
Picking on me
Curse that Cupid!
No one loved me
Since you was killed,
Hate this day until...
This day has end,
Curse is over
Got no friends;
A cursed clover.
Coma won't let me awaken,
Hate myself till that day when...
I see your smile:
Shining, glowing.
You'll still love me,
That I'm hoping.
You won't come back,
That I'm knowing...
Your memory keeps the tears flowing,
Forgive me accidental sinning:
Didn't mean to **** you again.
My wife, my lover, my best friend.
Valentine's Day's forever
Forgive my?
What?! No! Never!
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
blood in my hair
can't really remember
what yr face looks like
makes me sad
but i can't really feel it, y'know?
i love yr sick veins
i hear yr heartbeat in my brain
wish i could feel it
i wish i could feel something at all
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
The night sky is bright
So alive and so busy
Unlike her dark eyes
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:38 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
Is this even real?
what if it's a dream,
a coma,
what if we're already dead?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
**** you.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
I wake up in an unknown room
With needles sticking out of both my hands and one in my arm
There is a tube down my throat and i cant figure out why im still breathing
I look around with blurry eyes
And here the beeps with foggy ears
I look up to see clear bags on poles connected to the needles
I feel like i can hear the slow drip drip drip of the liquid flowing through those tubes
I know it is impossible but i could feel those drips
They were like tiny earth quakes in my hands
That shook me to my coar
A smiling blonde nurse walks in and takes the tube out of my throat
Her name is McKenzie
McKenzie tells me how I was life flighted to spokane
How i have been in a coma for 4 days
How my heart rate was above 170
How my dog found me
laying on the concrete floor covered in my own ****
But all i can hear is the incessant beeping of machines
All i can hear is the sound of my own failure
I took so many pills i lost track after 150
I could still feel the steel knife against my skin
I was so careful
So sure
Well
They always say third times the charm.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC