"infarction" poems
using stalagmite icycles as tooth picks in between the crevices of my head
my brain is getting frostbite as if i ate too much ice cream at once, but this
sporadic heartbeat is going into myocardial infarction, and all at once, every
second goes into slow motion, a familiar stillness before the blast of powerful
dynamite, bats living inside me are vexatious inside my head, like a parasite,
you weren't even noticed until you completely wracked my helpless body
with worms and ticks, leaving me with some sense of how a sick dog feels,
a walking contradiction and an anti-compressive depression that leaves me
with nothing. you're a sea that keeps on growing, a forest that keeps on burning
and a fire that is everlasting and almost behemoth, i'm helpless
- kra
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
baffled at ** hum
yawn snore boredom
what a conundrum
this viral life infarction
unnecessary creation
boring old pity party hum drum
cry me a river; don’t want none
get off your *** ***
enjoy the sun some
be a person
impaired some?
take your **** meds ***
walk the woe is me to the dump slum
debbie downer 24 sev 365 clusterfucktion
sad lil’ emo infection
overdone depression queen incursion
misery loves company seduction
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Dear Dread,
Have you considered a fitness plan?
If not, I suggest to you look into it.
Your obesity is unhealthy.
I simply cannot support your weight any longer..
This document is your official warning.
If you do not adhere to my recommendations
Action will be taken
Sincerely,
Impending Mydocardial Infarction.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Age has reached the end of the beginning of a word. May be guilty in his seems to passing a lot of different life became the appearance of the same day; May be back in the past, to oneself the paranoid weird belief disillusionment, these days, my mind has been very messy, in my mind constantly. Always feel oneself should go to do something, or write something. Twenty years of life trajectory deeply shallow, suddenly feel something, do it.
The end of our life, and can meet many things really do?
During my childhood, think lucky money and new clothes are necessary for New Year, but as the advance of the age, will be more and more found that those things are optional; Junior high school, thought to have a crush on just means that the real growth, but over the past three years later, his writing of alumni in peace, suddenly found that isn't really grow up, it seems is not so important; Then in high school, think don't want to give vent to out your inner voice can be in the high school children of the feelings in a period, but was eventually infarction when graduation party in the throat, later again stood on the pitch he has sweat profusely, looked at his thrown a basketball hoops, suddenly found himself has already can't remember his appearance.
Originally, this world, can produce a chemical reaction to an event, in addition to resolutely, have to do, and time.
A person's time, your ideas are always special to clear. Want, want, line is clear, as if nothing could shake his. Also once seemed to be determined to do something, but more often is he backed out at last. Dislike his cowardice, finally found that there are a lot of love, there are a lot of miss, like shadow really have been doomed. Those who do, just green years oneself give oneself an arm injection, or is a self-righteous spiritual.
At the moment, the sky is dark, the air is fresh factor after just rained. Suddenly thought of blue plaid shirt; Those were broken into various shapes of stationery; From the corner at the beginning of deep friendship; Have declared the end of the encounter that haven't start planning... Those years, those days of do, finally, like youth, will end in our life.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
dead dying uncles in icu rooms unstable
little weak men old dried up not dried out
you ask i tell, nothing to see here but ashes
time rots everything
so what tell me is the point
of pitiful, joyless struggles
all our own small motives laid bare
so crass and primal the animals we are
mucking about ******* in the mud
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
I would want you to be my star,
but then you would fade in the morning.
I would like you to be my sun,
but then you would set at night.
So maybe you could be my 'heartbeat,'
If it stops, I won't die from fright.
I'm already dead.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Happiness and perhaps even the joy we thought was certain can only blink in isolation, because nowadays everything is superficial, manipulative, can increasingly deceive, can intentionally deceive and even deceive, a plastic, unpredictable tachycardia infarction can trigger alarm signals. Nowadays, almost everything is heralding the little kingdoms of ambitious people: everyone would like to seize treasures, deals, or even unstable, fleeting reputations for themselves.
Perhaps it would be better to palliate the compromised, sufficiently stubborn counterargument, unbaked slanderous sermons, unfortunately, it is increasingly easier to plant them in souls, where there are already enough weeds growing, because everyone only dares to scratch the truer, more secret depths of existence, because they do not dare to go against the truth, honesty at all.
A few well-sounding awards, false-lying congratulations, merits would flatter the inner self - if only they could -, but a handful of the pure chemical accumulates in the human being, to cleanse the burdens of petty sins like the waters of Lethe. Halfway between the daridos of blind slanders and half-truths, rust eats away at the counterarguments that are not lazy to think; the little worm from Alamus keeps gnawing away not only inside, but also in the outside world; because the wild crowd of jerks and jerks is deliberately going around blindly and like a gang of brainwashed idiots, following a false idol leader.
Because sometimes it is better if one switches to the hard-working mole-like mode and chews oneself out of the annual rings of infected promises and meaningless false words. Because the problem is still that every worm believes itself to be a winner at the same time, when it realizes that it has already pitifully swallowed everything. Behind the scenes - even so - it often happens that there may even be time to hunt each other!
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
myocardial infarction Eldrich power/ed
Chosen brisk perpetuity motion machines
Pumping nodes to arterioles backwards
stenographer tap rapping webs to dull the
Stoking sin flanged might gate cell shape
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
the dormant sound when breath is all but gone
cranial infarction electrical spark disconnects around
a bad analogy, and, I don't mean to spoil the fantasy
but,
corpuscle dystrophy rots my bulbous anatomy
'tween me ears swelled
synonymy or antonymy
like psychology through buzzy eyes
often,
brings a symphony of cries,
I apologize!
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
There's this guilt
That sits
Like the world's worst ****
In the bottomless pit
Of my stomach, and it
Is making me sick
Like colic, and as
The clock tics
And tocs
That burden rots,
It's spoiling my blood
And clotting my thoughts
And making me think
It was all for nought.
I ought to start reading
These books that I bought,
Though none of those
I've read have said
How to deal with a stranger's
Bed that you wake up in instead
Of the one you shared
With the one you wed,
But my love is now
Three years dead,
And all the girls that
Have stood in her stead
Are like plastic money;
Not worth a cent.
But I can't make sense
Of how to move on,
I just can't believe she's gone,
Why did she have to die?
Why did her heart give out
At just about the best time
Of our entire lives?
Thirty five is far too soon
For a coronary infarction,
Let me tell you.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
Slamming doors
Shouts of fury
I wish I could get away
Because this is sure to escalade in a hurry
squeeling tires and whispers of desperation
Will this end in a myocardial infarction
Mellow now
Silences deafens
Tear drops roll
And I silence my gasps
I bury my head
And try to relax
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 11:37 AM UTC
I wonder what my father saw as his
heart decided to attack. Did betrayal
flash through his mind? Family gave
up first. His body followed in suit.
Whose face came first?
Mine or my brothers? Gods or the devils?
Or just his own in the mirror hanging
on the empty white washed room he
lay in. Which was a sharper slap?
The spasms of his hearts last pulse
or his daughter’s indifference?
Was his heart black and shriveled
like a raisin? Or blue and bruised
like the bump from a clumsy fall?
Did his eyes bulge in surprise?
Or did he know that this would be
the last strum of his hearts chord.
I hope he wasn’t alone. I hope
Christ was tacked on that empty
wall and shed a tear. Or at least
muttered a few words of forgiveness.
Because God knows he needed it,
God knows I need it.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Having an M.I.
Ambulance to JFK
Cardiac cath stat!
Andre Bocelli
Our seats remained empty for
Open heart surgery
Next to CCU
Waiting in the fam'ly lounge
Wanting just good news
Here at JFK
Dr. Lancelot Lester
Mended his poor heart
He won't even know
What day it is tomorrow
Morphine works so well
You won't even know
That I'm staying close by you
While wiping your brow
Post-op time so tough
You must never say out loud
Oh, no, PVC's!
Let his sternum heal
Start on a special diet
When can we have ***
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Anyone who has become a caress and has satiated for many years now looks down on his luxury citadel: self-tanning, solarium kittens can already easily lose their basic colors! The dreamy lifestyle and the stylish jaccudzi fall apart into its parts! The prostitution of Being a ********** can no longer be traced; even at events, a stone-rich snarling shell can be witnessed by those staring at the screen!
Distinguished, twinkling accomplice-masonry smiles at wedding moments; one is barely twenty-two, while the other is already seventy-five! Between two hot quarrels, a giggling, grinning charm-grin! Prolonged myocardial fever, near infarction after promising!
They embrace each other like the newly initiated, while in the depths of their souls a superficial blush breaks their superstitious petals! The price of any phenomenal glow is real Betrayal! Why whirl if someone longs for a normal life on the side of the happiness found? Under the roof is the well-assembled dowry! Dads of large families broke out of the gate-closing panic because they longed for the adrenaline-boosting nectars of common forbidden fruits!
The warfare of Propaganda-blonde underworld bombers is already plagued by the wallet and the red carpet! Everyone circulates like an exile and everyone is eagerly surprised by a special adventurer, his career appetite: the satiated woman is always hungry even on the bed of Procrustean beds!
The joy of life of the Cassandras is already on schedule! You can make a bargain with a light heart for cooling latrines, company-wicked villains! “Imaginary hysterics imitate a deliberate nose fall in their mouthful of nail shoes so that the tabloid press can write about them for days.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
there is no breath in my bones
Their crevices hollow with water
Their creaks silenced with snow
It sits in my knees
Low
Lost
Lackluster
It hides from the wind
(It forgets it is the wind)
A myocardial infarction, also known as a heart attack is caused by a blockage in one of the coronary arteries
Heartache is caused by ghosts swimming in your lungs
There is no breath left in me
I am
Never whole
There is no breath in my bones
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
I woke up with the need
To breathe
Heaving
thinking of you leaving
No transition
Point to your position
Tell me what you want
I can't let you haunt
We're not like this
I thought you'd miss
Me
Us
We
I want nothing more, nothing less
I'm sorry i got us into this mess
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Grievance is the functioning body,
Cardiopulmonary distress is the paving of the road to the end,
And with every beat, every pump, it gets closer to failure,
And yet still in the distress it continues,
Continues to pump the blood through the arteries,
You say the greatest heart is yours, the one that grieves passionately,
The one that jumps out of your chest as it speeds up,
The one that could stop all in a second,
That grieved when she took her last breath,
When you believe your heart would go into myocardial infarction.
You’ve felt it in the hardest push,
And in the loudest pump,
Yet you never,
Allowed it to stop in functioning,
To stop pumping the blood.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
he's at the museum. stark pageantry bathing in halcyon.
he spies a frame and dismembers the calligraphy
of color wheels and myocardial infarction.
he smiles at Renoir.
he can not advance. too many white walls
with square holes. better to ponder them
than hurry off...to contemplate the space
and the unspeakable sum
of the arts.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Man-watching, starry-eyed flame Why does it promise stubborn, headstrong Hope only to others?! You tell me, fair lady, the real, the crystal-truth! Dog-hatred and jackal-hatred become blood nowadays, And vague hopefulness breeds in the place of conscious realizations; Ideas are easily crushed! From our hesitant self-defeating chess-steps only Waste springs! The ****** outcast secret of decipherable end-points; the thundering purr of ruby drops of blood in the wound-litter of beating hearts threatened with infarction is evident!
He who daily serves the ivory-Culture experiences a whirlwind! From the twilight of disillusionment a safe and reliable way is seldom found! The cosmic downfalls of groaningly cicentric life-paths guarantee success for powerful oligarchic generals to dictate new, selfish terms! - Spiral Life wraps itself around itself like a shoelace: if it could, it would abuse its born creation to grab privileges!
From bone-lungs oozes syrupy-murderous silence, like hard-healed wounds! Even now the memories of the past carry dagger-edged cares to our feet; dreams are cherished by the babble of babes, and vows are made by the unruly Heart within itself! - Under the pathetic Existence, as a gesture of exalted dignity, prison walls are erected for the incomprehensible ****** of the stumbling obstacles! How does the over-dimensioned, pedestalized Man manage in the catacombs of consumer societies?!
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 12:09 AM UTC
The library was quiet
Silent ischemia read a book called
Myocardial infarction
The radio played techno tachycardia
While myocardium got high on nitroglycerin
It was quiet
I whispered yet no one was listening
I heard a heart murmur something
Into the echocardiography
It echoed
edema
edema
edema
It was there I rested in lipid
I knew my heart was broken
The day she said she was leaving
It was then my diagnosis
became cerebral thrombosis
I had a cerebrovascular accident
And I lost my mind
With my heart underfoot of my lover
Now I'm searching for a surgeon
To put it all back together
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC