"anaesthetized" poems - Hello Poetry

Three days ago it was Canada Day Wait for the winter under Maple Leaf shade. I'm alight with night time's anaesthetized truths soothe sweaty, shaking aches until this Independence Day frees up my lungs. Three days ago, turned 29 years old. Etched our initials in a park bench, rolled my smudging thoughts into photographed truth. Our silver, halide smiles on paper live in drawers, tie me to 25. Our hearts aglow, we rose through dreams and aching, chafing hopes. True. Free. Young. But the bombs burst that bubble and red eyes glared through anger and an aching, sorry chest.

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC

kyle-kulseth

4 July, 2014

Three days ago it was Canada Day Wait for the winter under Maple Leaf shade. I'm alight with night time's anaesthetized truths soothe sweaty, shaking aches until this Independence Day frees up my lungs. Three days ago, turned 29 years old. Etched our initials in a park bench, rolled my smudging thoughts into photographed truth. Our silver, halide smiles on paper live in drawers, tie me to 25. Our hearts aglow, we rose through dreams and aching, chafing hopes. True. Free. Young. But the bombs burst that bubble and red eyes glared through anger and an aching, sorry chest.

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My sister said she saw you not long after we broke up she said “She’s…not been doing so well” And the way her pause felt coming from someone who is never lost for words Told me everything I didn't want to know about the shortcuts and the destinations they lead to I know I have no right To the answers of questions never asked I just wish you had told me. Wish you had said something. I can understand why you didnt though. How this must have ground your teeth down on the pavement, As your tongue walked every excuse home you could think of. I wonder how you first found out if it was with a distaste for the bitter black coffee you loved Or in a yearning for porridge again honey sweetened and spiced by cinnamon Oats rich on your grieving, no appetite tongue I wonder if When all was said and done You starved yourself like you said you never would To have your body wax concave Instead of convex as if to reflect The parabolic curve of pain pinched waist, Hourglass carelessness Answers to the equation of us. I wonder if your resolve hit as hard as the realisation did, Or if you anaesthetized yourself to the question, The way you said you would never drink your pain away again. And I wonder if had known sooner if there would have been any room in that excuse for me too. When you found, did you pat your stomach absentmindedly Or did you just brush it aside? Did you name it burden, or curse, or something to take care of, or did you not name it anything. But simply called it goodbye? If it had been a girl, I would call it serendipity Its got a nice cadence to it and I think that something equal parts ****** up us could grow into a name like that. If a boy, then Bump, or Oops or Accident after his father and his ignorance Had I the choice I wouldnt wish it anyone else So I know I shouldn’t name possibilities just to grieve them, But I only just found out the cost of shoebox coffins And the unworn boots that fill them. Maybe I am attributing too much weight to a collection of cells not much bigger than a fist But I know the weight of that in my stomach, So I can’t imagine how the absence of it felt in yours. I do believe in choice, And I won't pretend I have any idea The choices you must have gone through Nor will I compare asking only promises of me To requiring 40 weeks of you I just never got asked what my decision would have been And I wish it would have mattered too If you need to – I still want to talk I have a cup of tea waiting Grown cold from being 3 months too late Just like we were.

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC

storygiver

Choices.

My sister said she saw you not long after we broke up she said “She’s…not been doing so well” And the way her pause felt coming from someone who is never lost for words Told me everything I didn't want to know about the shortcuts and the destinations they lead to I know I have no right To the answers of questions never asked I just wish you had told me. Wish you had said something. I can understand why you didnt though. How this must have ground your teeth down on the pavement, As your tongue walked every excuse home you could think of. I wonder how you first found out if it was with a distaste for the bitter black coffee you loved Or in a yearning for porridge again honey sweetened and spiced by cinnamon Oats rich on your grieving, no appetite tongue I wonder if When all was said and done You starved yourself like you said you never would To have your body wax concave Instead of convex as if to reflect The parabolic curve of pain pinched waist, Hourglass carelessness Answers to the equation of us. I wonder if your resolve hit as hard as the realisation did, Or if you anaesthetized yourself to the question, The way you said you would never drink your pain away again. And I wonder if had known sooner if there would have been any room in that excuse for me too. When you found, did you pat your stomach absentmindedly Or did you just brush it aside? Did you name it burden, or curse, or something to take care of, or did you not name it anything. But simply called it goodbye? If it had been a girl, I would call it serendipity Its got a nice cadence to it and I think that something equal parts ****** up us could grow into a name like that. If a boy, then Bump, or Oops or Accident after his father and his ignorance Had I the choice I wouldnt wish it anyone else So I know I shouldn’t name possibilities just to grieve them, But I only just found out the cost of shoebox coffins And the unworn boots that fill them. Maybe I am attributing too much weight to a collection of cells not much bigger than a fist But I know the weight of that in my stomach, So I can’t imagine how the absence of it felt in yours. I do believe in choice, And I won't pretend I have any idea The choices you must have gone through Nor will I compare asking only promises of me To requiring 40 weeks of you I just never got asked what my decision would have been And I wish it would have mattered too If you need to – I still want to talk I have a cup of tea waiting Grown cold from being 3 months too late Just like we were.

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Talk is cheap Three words spilled from your cheeks Lavish, divine Pinched my veins Anaesthetized Crevices in melodies and distance Callous, defiant My skull in your palms A conspicuous inferno I’m not a beggar Don’t ******* patronize me This was never our land Never our home You were never my castle Never my throne

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Jun 6, 2015

Jun 6, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC

elvarose

Talk is Cheap

Talk is cheap Three words spilled from your cheeks Lavish, divine Pinched my veins Anaesthetized Crevices in melodies and distance Callous, defiant My skull in your palms A conspicuous inferno I’m not a beggar Don’t ******* patronize me This was never our land Never our home You were never my castle Never my throne

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I’m hopeless, says everyone I’m trying. I’m trying. My eyes feel as if they are gonna ooze out blood My mind feels that it’d burst up My mouth feels dry and muddy My face feels anaesthetized I’m waiting for the time but it’s running out. I’m waiting for the bus to stop, but it never waits. I’m waiting for her to show up, but she never does. I’m waiting for a miracle to occur, but it never happens. My dreams haunt me every night. But I know that I know nothing of life I’m just trapped in an abyss of wretchedness. I’m a mystery wrapped in a coffin. And that coffin is my body. -Khushi :)

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC

khushibatra

//Hopeless//

I’m hopeless, says everyone I’m trying. I’m trying. My eyes feel as if they are gonna ooze out blood My mind feels that it’d burst up My mouth feels dry and muddy My face feels anaesthetized I’m waiting for the time but it’s running out. I’m waiting for the bus to stop, but it never waits. I’m waiting for her to show up, but she never does. I’m waiting for a miracle to occur, but it never happens. My dreams haunt me every night. But I know that I know nothing of life I’m just trapped in an abyss of wretchedness. I’m a mystery wrapped in a coffin. And that coffin is my body. -Khushi :)

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For all happy smiles shared with joyful tears… DEFAULT. For all goodbyes that says hello… DEFAULT. For all shiny stars glittering in the night sky… DEFAULT. For all sincere hugs reciprocated with a deceitful laughter… DEFAULT. For all the love succumbed with a majestic reprisal… DEFAULT. And for all good things that must come to an end… NUMB.

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC

VioletBliss

ANAESTHETIZED

For all happy smiles shared with joyful tears… DEFAULT. For all goodbyes that says hello… DEFAULT. For all shiny stars glittering in the night sky… DEFAULT. For all sincere hugs reciprocated with a deceitful laughter… DEFAULT. For all the love succumbed with a majestic reprisal… DEFAULT. And for all good things that must come to an end… NUMB.

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We have Dollar$ But, no sense New Ep,, Holler Existence I hear the words outside Buy birds Hide Chemicals, down The release Reality, drown Pain ceased Anaesthetized Feel, well What a surprise Static Hell

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Feb 3, 2024

Feb 3, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC

badwords

Change

We have Dollar$ But, no sense New Ep,, Holler Existence I hear the words outside Buy birds Hide Chemicals, down The release Reality, drown Pain ceased Anaesthetized Feel, well What a surprise Static Hell

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