#resuscitate
Let the air
speak of unseen candour.
Let the zephyr
mill, mingle and tease.
Breathe into hearts
so they beat a little quieter.
Resuscitate man
- and ease him off his knees.
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 9:40 AM UTC
Would it be rude of me?
At such a far proximity
To not breathe breath back into our being?
Cold and quiet as the morning
Laying still like the undisturbed sheets
Windowless without sense or feeling
Would you consider it mean?
If I chose to not let this proud chest beat?
And collapse in a time like the hills into a cavity
Just as riverous words cuts the valley sharp
And the tongue softens both pen and quill
How rude would it be if I didn’t care about our relationship lying still?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Gaze full of hurt
Prophecy now unclear
Terrified of breaking you
More than I appear
I may seem composed
Unbothered to the untrained eye
It's destroying me within, believe
To be the one saying goodbye
I never played the field
Not used to being the one
Who steals hearts, smashes them
As soon as they stop having fun
I see shapes through loves blindfold
The sharpness of your rotten core
I am deciding loneliness
Is better than our hearts raw and sore
I know demeanor is cold
On a leash keep emotions felt
Shallow breath gives away
That my adoration is starting to melt
When calamity ultimately manifests
Into a mess you'd rather hide
Disruptive indiscretions occur
Bruises are born inside
A different suffering spreads
Polluting narrow veins
Morphing my blood dark and slow-moving
Spiraling down my arm red drains
I wish I could resuscitate the spark
Then I wouldn't feel so guilty and bad
It doesn't matter how we got here
What matters is that we can't go back
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
*Press my chest like the pillow
Breath your love back into me
Until I can see your hair swaying with ease
Softly like the whims of the summer willows
Would you resuscitate the lover in me?*
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
Not wanting
brings you what you wanting
Little freckles of dust
create big mass
Every time you crucify
be the no one - be the dust
resuscitate
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
my glacier blues stared down into the darkest browns.
I said, "I don't want be brought back. Be it a sudden death, stroke, whatever, maybe a heart attack. Let me go if its my time. If its my turn I'll gladly go, hey, even in my prime."
the darker didn't understand, or didn't want know.
I was saying goodbye if it was my time to go....
I am DNR.
Arguing on their point to want to live. They didn't get too far.
They made threats, bickered, but I just smiled and said, "Its ok baby. I'm a sensitive RockStar..."
With a DNR
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC