"bzzzz" poems - Hello Poetry

******* in the life surrounding me through a coffee stirrer Gulp Gulp Gulping up what I can whilst I drift away i am drowning in my own lungs Pay attention to my heart beat Cadum Cadum Conundrum- no sleep I panic i must be having a heart attack Close eyes open eyes close eyes Blink Blink Blink I can't sleep Heavy bags Heavy mind ****** nose Headache Get out of bed All awake Lights on Bzzzz Bzzz flicker flicker Lights off Dog scratch No time to relax Awake open gate Wait Wait Wait Curl up in corner doze off Dog bark Sister coughed Wide eyed Anxious cries Door opened Worry for my life Grab my mace Dog runs inside Lock the door Crawl on the floor Lights on Remain awake Skim finger tips Ponder life Freak out Pass out

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC

GracePickard

Untitled

******* in the life surrounding me through a coffee stirrer Gulp Gulp Gulping up what I can whilst I drift away i am drowning in my own lungs Pay attention to my heart beat Cadum Cadum Conundrum- no sleep I panic i must be having a heart attack Close eyes open eyes close eyes Blink Blink Blink I can't sleep Heavy bags Heavy mind ****** nose Headache Get out of bed All awake Lights on Bzzzz Bzzz flicker flicker Lights off Dog scratch No time to relax Awake open gate Wait Wait Wait Curl up in corner doze off Dog bark Sister coughed Wide eyed Anxious cries Door opened Worry for my life Grab my mace Dog runs inside Lock the door Crawl on the floor Lights on Remain awake Skim finger tips Ponder life Freak out Pass out

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Bzzz. My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears. If that's even possible. Bzzzz. My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples, that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten. If that's even possible. Bzzzzz. My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk, envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks. Mine almost comfort that son of a ***** How is this possible? Bzzzzzz. I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead. Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head. How is he possible?

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC

chatterbox

Allergic to Bee(s)

Bzzz. My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears. If that's even possible. Bzzzz. My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples, that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten. If that's even possible. Bzzzzz. My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk, envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks. Mine almost comfort that son of a ***** How is this possible? Bzzzzzz. I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead. Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head. How is he possible?

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Dead by now Beat no more Vacant vessels Coagulation Pallid wax figurines Sharpened cheek Outspread parted lips Ultraviolet, green No steam on windows Nor on mirrors Straight lined limbs Electricity's velocity Sparks have ceased Relinquishing Now For ever, as it may last Paces staggering in the stillness Tip toe, tip toe, on the extremity Of last words Of last sounds Behind the lights hid also a light Bright from outer space Veiled by artificial power Waved a thousand dragonflies Crickets and mosquitoes ******* the last bulb Out of ephemeral euphonies The jingles Were nothing more than Bzzzz and crit crit crit Tear drops fused with dew Chances to say None left Buckets of drooping consonants And syllables No more reaping Quick sand slipping Down under The bed of nightmares Freshly baked sheets Right out of the oven Armpits over heat A shot And shattered glasses Crooked and broken eyelids Fingers in an earthquake Face to face With the mirror The ashes Twist and twirl Roaring agonizing Against the flames

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC

Lavendervomit

Out of the baby blue firmament

Dead by now Beat no more Vacant vessels Coagulation Pallid wax figurines Sharpened cheek Outspread parted lips Ultraviolet, green No steam on windows Nor on mirrors Straight lined limbs Electricity's velocity Sparks have ceased Relinquishing Now For ever, as it may last Paces staggering in the stillness Tip toe, tip toe, on the extremity Of last words Of last sounds Behind the lights hid also a light Bright from outer space Veiled by artificial power Waved a thousand dragonflies Crickets and mosquitoes ******* the last bulb Out of ephemeral euphonies The jingles Were nothing more than Bzzzz and crit crit crit Tear drops fused with dew Chances to say None left Buckets of drooping consonants And syllables No more reaping Quick sand slipping Down under The bed of nightmares Freshly baked sheets Right out of the oven Armpits over heat A shot And shattered glasses Crooked and broken eyelids Fingers in an earthquake Face to face With the mirror The ashes Twist and twirl Roaring agonizing Against the flames

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