"incapacitates" poems
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.
She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.
Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.
There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Often the fangs of hatred
bites into the soul
Spitting the venomous words
and incapacitates the heart
Numbness spreads all over
after the spiteful attack
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
The underlings stare
In submissive awestruck
Subjugation in landmine-filled
Landfills, are stuck
In the trenches, the feces
The carcass-strewn muck
Where the vermin-spawn ****
As they're taught how to work
And to fend for themselves
Like the Fall of Dunkirk
As the imminent doomsday device overhead
Incapacitates them
As mere prey to a web
Of a global dominion
Ambition connection
Subconscious hive-mind
Buzzing out the objection
And phobia-spreading
Pandemic misanthropy
Greed in disguise
Subsidizing atrocity
Not for me,
I am
The justified treason
The reason the man-hunters
Close open season
The cease-fire peacekeeper
Proliferation
The water war's rising
Desertification
An MIA runaway
AWOL defector
Still haunting the tombs of detente
Like a spectre
With what I assure
Mutually in the end
When I send go-aheads
On the ICBMs
And avenge the dependent expended
Caught in
This crossfire for-profit
Arms race it has been
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
I know am supposed to wake up
Go out and do something.
But i can't bring myself to leave bed
and face the pain over again.
The emptiness inside filling out
The hole you used to occupy.
It aches and incapacitates me
With numbing sharp blows
I can barely walk.
Doubled over awaiting relief.
I tried to get to know you
Met resistance at every turn
And now am faced with loving
A stranger i can't predict.
Do you love me or want me back?
I can't see past you anymore
You have broken my heart
In a million different ways.
I just want to smile again
But in this dark lonely tunnel
I can't even see a light.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
We're found to be cut off but not long ago!
Some burn us with sparklers
and we get modulated as flames in a flash
by yielding fire flowers to your night sky
And you numskulls think that we die.
Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery.
It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils.
But what about those bed evils
Who attack upon on lassies
With the holler word called “babies”
To accomplish their own seductive urge.
What about those drunken buffoons
In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention.
What about the brute
twice the age of his married daughter
bites into the soul of a maiden.
Spitting the venomous words
and incapacitates the heart
Numbness spreads all over her body
after the spiteful attack.
For heaven's sake
Don't point your fingers on us
We're better than you
I being Ravan,
The biggest devotee of lord Siva
And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari
Been burned with ten heads
For just kidnapping Sita
Whereas I returned her with due respect.
But these days people use women like toys
by fulfilling their joys.
And Mahishasura,
Who could worship so hard to impress three lords
was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women.
But these days people **** the female child before birth
thinking daughters as burden on earth.
If still you don't get atonement
Just think this poem as a complement
And just think how better are we as your opponent.
May the whole world call us demon or devil
But first learn to tackle the inner evil.
If possible put pins and needle
to such people
Then the world will be in next level.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
It just bursts forth,
The violence of emotion.
It completely incapacitates,
Creating a commotion.
Chaos ensues,
It's blinking from dark to light.
Now you're left to wonder,
Who's the enemy, who to fight.
It'll be easier to hide,
To pretend none of it's real.
Because with this violence,
It's just too much to feel.
You'd rather surrender,
Rather have none of this pain.
But insanity is vicious,
And you've got no one to complain.
This violence is cruel,
The emotional battle is crippling.
You're left breathless,
As the effects are just rippling.
In the midst of this disarray,
You plead to be saved.
But they're blind to the violence,
Their indifference is just depraved.
You feel like you've gone mad,
As the chaos is just raging on,
There's no way to explain it,
So.. you just end up staying silent.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
I promise you,
I promise you that this time,
I'll be perfect.
*I know you only tell me lies,
but I love you so much that I'll force myself to believe them.*
I will remember you,
I will remember you in those fractions of moments between the past and present and the present and future,
where the concept of time is irrelevant.
*This will be the last time I **** you without telling you how much I hate you.*
I will find you,
I will find you where some part of you still exists.
I keep it in a box under my bed.
*Even after all these years,
all the progress that I've made melts away every time I see you.*
I will run to you,
I will run to you until my addiction incapacitates me,
but at least I’ll know that I had a reason.
*The skin that was scarred because of you has finally been shed.
I am ready to try again.*
I promise you,
I promise you that this time,
I'll be perfect.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
there is too much pounding
aching sadness in my heart
i cannot cry
i cannot stand or speak
i am woven by suffocating
chains restricting my heart from
being able to shine the way
a now dead counselor
told me I was special for
unique
Deb told me to never let my mother
or anyone
ever
try and ***** out my flaming passion for life
she didn’t realize i’ve been the
ashes in my own coffee cup
since first grade, when I didn’t even drink coffee
and again in 9th when I drank a cup every day
and again in 10th when I drank two cups every day
yet still spent every day in bed
but this isn’t about the **** i’ve been through
it’s too complicated and heavy i’ll throw up my klonopin
this is about sadness and the way it incapacitates me
the way I let sadness control me without lifting a finger
by simply being myself
which is the exact thing I’ve always been proud of
which is the exact thing I’ve always been ashamed of
I’m too confused and sad and tired
there is too much pounding
aching sadness in my heart
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
I could look at this monster as a weight,
a weight that pulls me down,
that incapacitates me to no ends
I could look at this monster in fear,
something so horrifying I choose to blind myself to its presence
I could look at this monster with disgust,
attempting to fight it with hate and violence
the same hate and violence I so long to end
I could look at this monster for eternity with my blood boiling, my anger raging, and my heart pounding
I could look at this monster....with all of these feelings, but what will that do?
Where will that take me, who will I become?
I will become some else's monster
A monster they wish to, want to, need to destroy....
The cycle continues.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
I am not here, but somewhere else
feel like I cannot face another day like the last one
that it's a catch 22 if I believe him, then I can't move, can't work
But believing in me is so new, and the muscles are not strong
And I fall down into his opinion of me, which kills me
incapacitates me because it's not true
but I believed my mother as a child
had no choice and now it's habit
so I must keep pushing those tiny tired muscles so I can keep going on
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 9:37 AM UTC
This morning
bird song
like black tar ******
incapacitates
dizzies senses
slight numbed
by minor isolation
all too brief
a moment of reverie holds
before returning to
web spun garage
and forgotten loft
to make busy
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
when i feel down
for knowing i know
i don’t not
stoop low
i cut morbid
short circuits shorter
for torture. torn rapture
it incapacitates
and breaks order.
to do so
i con endorphins.
i feel small.
especially
when they grow
and go.
and i'm here. more
alone.
than ever before.
i resort not
to overflown words
nor spilled souls
poor or porous
they transform whole
into prose seldom spoke
almost as though
forced forward
fueled by formerly
foreign
external forces
and i'm a foreigner.
and i'm a xenophobe.
and i am
a vagabond gone rogue
to enforce laws and propose chaos
my thoughts provoke.
i ****** them to
withdraw.
they pass it on.
they're why i’m so
withdrawn.
to belong, i pass it forth.
and i'm so far gone
regardless, i will
keep
withdrawing.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC