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"defibrillated" poems
When you feel like you're screaming but your throat has stalled like a decrepit engine Even as the fear rises akin to bile in your lungs and your senses are drowning in confusion You keep screaming because your heart wants to still its own pulse You know that feeling where you wake up heart racing breath huffing cold sweat on your brow They say its because your heart rate dropped so low your brain defibrillated your heart to keep you alive Its worse when you've just been dreaming It takes your dreams whatever kin they be and Ends them Ends you. You wake up     You wake up         You were falling             You were about to die. And then you look at the calendar and go 'I have to do things today.' And you wish your heart was still falling. Singing a song you never heard before but which you loved because it was so Alien to the idea of you You think, don't give up, don't give up, and you make it a mantra. Your heart beats to that rhythm like your brain sending you memos of its continued survival. You are still screaming on the inside. You put some music on to drown yourself out. And you are at 'peace'.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Don't Give Up
The clock stopped And was defibrillated by the breath Of the materialized bundle of Blue skin and slippery warmth and matted hair. An eternity of pain that lasted hours Turned to infinity of minutes of suctioning and flashing lights, Then to days that felt like forever of hospital stays. The timeless car ride home turned into Equally long three hour lifetimes, Each expiring with every hungry cry. The rest of my life Is punctuated by moments, By such realizations as, that This minuscule creature Kicking staccato butterfly flutters Now on the outside of my stomach Traveled in a horseshoe pattern from the inside to get there; That I've never felt like such a miracle As when listening to tiny bellows Pump air in and out, mechanically rhythmic, Like a drummer at the band practice of life.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
Birth of a Mother
Knocked into each other in the travel section of Waterstone’s. It had been years. A cluster of seconds where you scrambled for a name, like fingers fumbling for stray egg shell out of a bowl. Then the realisation. We exchanged how are yous, mentioned jobs, kids, life. Doing well I see. My teenage memories defibrillated, began throbbing at an ludicrous pace I thought I’d never feel again. You mentioned Madrid, I drooled out Wellington.
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Travel Section
you left and i waited my heart defibrillated i took you back my vision constricted i forgot your lies **** my demise i just didnt want to be disintegrated so i waited for you to change and the past be negated it felt like new you felt like home your words i mistranslated you took my heart and left it obliterated i took you back loved you right still all that love unrequited but now i’m reincarnated no longer the assassinated you left me demotivated but boy am I liberated i loved you with all that i had a love i never got back you can have it please keep it i dont need it i’ll just keep you blacklisted
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
Dearly Departed