"novacaine" poems
I tried to make it better
I tried to give you happiness
But it almost cost me mine
I cried for hours when you gave up
On sisterhood
And friendship
I remembered every good moment
I remembered every funny note
And inside joke
That had become an integral part of me
Those things that made me laugh
Now made me cry
I didn’t understand why
I tried to fight for what was right
For you and I
But the battle was already lost
You had given up
On friendship and us
You say the fights aren’t worth it.
I said they were
But apparently I don’t get a say when it comes to your little games
You told everyone you knew
Didn’t you?
I would know cause I used to be the one you told
So funny how it came full circle
Now people who I used to talk to and laugh with
Won’t even look me in the eye
It’s like you’re a queen
And they the servants
Instead of us all being equals
No one can stand up to Queen Elizabeth
Why did I even try
P.S. Novacaine by Bon Jovi
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
I’m the one who walks a lonely road the only one I have ever known
With my own ST. JIMMY who I ask to GIVE ME NOVOCAINE
The one who gives me my novacaine, so I won't feel a thing
And be a 21ST CENTURY BREAKDOWN losing what's left of my mind
Just being one of THE FORGOTTEN inside someone’s memory
Always singing the punk SONG OF THE CENTURY
Wishing I wasn’t the song EXTRAORDINARY GIRL
Hoping that I’m not always ST. JIMMY THE AMERICAN IDIOT
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 12:37 PM UTC
When the stars are to full
They explode
Erupting my welcome to my galaxy
Diminishing my humble abode
Leaving sweet rain of pain
Numbing my emotions
The supernova
Of novacaine
**** sweeping on loose gravity
Spreading out vastly
Sparkling from the sun
Shining light on the aftermath
But I still laugh
On laughing gas
While shooting stars rain down
On humanity
Insanity in society
Still looks on
Novacaine in their northern lights
The stars behind the façade
Still explode
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
I'm so hell bent on fixing him
When I haven't even fixed myself
Fixated on a boy who wants to get inside me
It hurts because he doesn't even seem to like me
He's pretty much my Novacaine
I mean the way he affects my brain
I'm all doped up on his ******** lies
Bet I couldn't get away from him even if I tried
But it's not like I've made an attempt
Some other girl owns his heart and I'm paying that ***** rent
At the same time it could be a hallucination
After all, he is my drug and I'm not to keen on imagination
He's gotta have a good enough reason
For why his feelings change with the seasons
Maybe I'm just driving myself crazy,
But as soon as we got close enough he left me and maybe,
That just means he's afraid and needs someone to save him
Or I'm making up ****** excuses so I can have a reason to crave him
Without feeling like a little kid running after someone like her dad
Someone who leaves me alone wondering and wanting what we had
The only peace I recieve is hiding beneath these tears and sheets
Because finding peace in a person just means it hurts more when they inevitably leave
But why do I care so much
I've always given too many *****
And a while back I promised myself I'd stop
Because I'm afraid of falling and life has too many unseen drops
Kind of like a rollercoaster but you can't see it when you get to the highest point
And on the way down you scream so loud you lose your voice
Then you don't know how or who to ask if you have the right to be ornary
Because he ignores you all day, then night comes and he's *****
Well **** I guess since I live down the street
I'm supposed to come easy like a nicely cooked piece of meat
In a restaurant for guys like you
But rather than take me on a date you'd have me shoo
I mean I guess I could leave you alone and go away
But then I'd just think about you all day
And wonder why you haven't called or texted
When I know for **** sure you have your phone but everyone says don't stress it
I dont know man
I've fallen so hard it's a struggle to stand
I guess I just refuse to see him for who he really is
A sheltered cold-hearted killer of girls who happen to like him
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Here's to the night, those nights, this night, i will find comfort in my velvet blankets, words with senseless depth, the smell of rising smoke, this room is too hot, so why am i still cold, why am i still hopeful, when all that falls into my hands is acid rain, burns, burns, burn, burnt, give up, give in, it hurts, but that's just feeling, like an alien nightmare, must destroy it at the source, myself, but if i was numb, my compassion would slip away, don't let me swallow all the novacaine, tomorrow, maybe, might be, a brighter day, here's to the most lonely optimist, i'll raise my crystal champagne glass to the mirror, and drink memory erasing potion, here's to you, all of you, cheers.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 2:01 AM UTC
The night's young, so were we,
I saw him standing alone under the stars,
where bonfire flames dances,
its firelight illuminating his features.
He was the answer to my unspoken prayers,
A face chiseled by the gods,
with eyes like darkest night,
where beauty masked the pain within.
His voice was a low, smooth melody,
And he tasted like forbidden fruit, sweet and divine.
His touches were novacaine, numbing every past pain,
And his gaze dissolved time, leaving only now.
The scent of his skin,
a heady mix,
Of leather, smoke, and midnight air.
One night, one glance, and I was undone.
Now, I'm haunted by the ghost of him,
A memory that refuses to fade.
His touch was a burning flame,
Leaving an ache that still remains.
He should have been a fleeting memory,
A fading light,
That should have just lasted one night,
Where we were lost in the throes of ecstasy.
The nights passed, and he was gone,
Yet his memory lingers,
Taunting me with promises and dreams,
That are forever out of reach.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:20 PM UTC
My life can be described as a man on the road
Never ending road trips to god knows where
Beaten up truck
Don’t give f*ck
Wind lacing grease through my hair
As the radio blares
Hitchhikers hopping along for the ride
We get talking til I get them where they want to be
You know, then they’re done with me
Leave me with a bumper slap goodbye
Least they had a destination
But see nothing can beat the sensation of finding one
Without maps or gas station attendants
I honestly can’t decide which one causes the worst headaches
Advil a poor girl’s novacaine
So I keep moving forward
Better to just be lost than be reminded of it
I’ll avoid me what shows me where I am
What shows me where to go
But I’ll get there
We always do
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Hallelujahs have turned.
Day into endless night.
Memories have spoiled.
Rid me of your sight.
Save me from this nightmare.
This thundercloud above.
I can't escape this anguish.
Still feel the aches of love.
Sad poems flow right through me.
They're like this bad disease.
They all reek of loneliness.
Though I write them with such ease.
Perhaps I am just waiting.
For someone new to come.
But until they show their face to me.
These saddened words will numb.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Seeing things in my past behind me, Know you couldn't
Find me,
haven't slept good for many days due to finding timing,
It's never perfect , it's never worth it just to get in trouble,
I stay inside and I humble myself in the matrix struggle,
Until I see , external life then I'll remain distant,
Inside a game , I know I'm not playing to feel his presence,
It's not okay , the eagles will fly but the vultures listen,
I spoke too soon , the flowers still bloom in this perfect sentence,
Numb my Body Lord , numb my Body.
/
Beauty in so many words......
To say,
Life that can be expressed without meaning,
But Has to pay,
Cant stay up for the rest your life wondering when something will come ,
You gotta get even with life,
it can't be any more unusual that life treats you
So unfair when there are 5 thousand other people
with the same problem,
See! You never get any sleep when
You talk to yourself,
Drying out the wounds of a broken past,
And killing yourself ,
Look what you've become......
Your years of being unforsaken has been passed,
Please leave me as a boy and let me die a man.
/
A child's laughter spreading love
And joy,
This wicked world likes to play us
Like used toys,
All the little girls and boys see the new days of this
Pollution,
Don't like institutions,
What was your resolution?
Everybody wants to have the jewels and the
Money but not stable to put in work,
When times get rough and you feel you have to
End it, you gotta know your worth,
Your heart lays sick in the birth of a flower blooming
Life into all of the people that feel weary in the mist Of
Being born into a wicked twisted world run by people
That don't really give a care about the less fortunate
That struggle for the simple things,
What will this bring?
Lead me through a dream filled with roses and chaos.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
.RED.
Passion, obsession shooting through me, consuming me when I didn't see it coming,
Please be patient while I can't shut up for the next week about the music I listened to or the book that I read.
.WHITE.
You see my eyes go blank as I'm chirping to you and then it's
Quiet, too quiet in this small, dark room.
Cold novacaine floods my veins in a single heartbeat,
Novacaine fills my brain in a single heartbeat so I am
Teetering, tottering on the edge of die or live
Because if I can't feel, can't love, can't give
Then what's the point of it?
.BLUE.
It usually comes after and it always hits me faster than my mind,
Don't have the time to straighten out my thoughts and make things right before I'm
DROWNing
SUFFOcate
NO TIME to DELIBERATE
If this is really worth this feeling, I hit the ceiling, I'm reeling
SHUT IT DOWN
.BLACK.
Now it's darker than the night
No red left in me tonight, I've given up the fight
I'm so tired I can't see
I know we'll play this track again tomorrow but now all I have energy for is sleep.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
eyes so green
dream so blue
can i come **** it up with you?
come with me, meet the crew, and we'll move you on to something new
come with me
if you want the greens
cause ***** goggles is how i see
Blunted till i see visions
i got something to say so you should take a seat and listen
see livin lifes a mission but the benifits is missin
i got you a drink so you should prolly get to sippin
don pereigom till im gone
and OG chron is all im smoking on
see on the weekends the hennesy is flowin
and i always leave the ******* on the dot and in a dash like a semi colon
Homies only i dont **** with any of you newbie *******
like B rabbit yo i made my claim to fame
and the gold in my bars i dont need a ******* chain
you aint been smoking the dank and the governents to blame
mind is gettin cloudy i know you might feel the same
blunt after blunt until im numb;
novacaine
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
You left
I settled for
A one night stand
To inject novacaine
Into my broken heart
Instead
I was sedated
Against my will
While the parts of me
You loved
Were taken advantage of
And while she slept
The only thought
Running through
My drunken head
Was that
You were only
A block away
And I wished
You could feel
My pain
Like a beckoning call
To be my saving grace
Before I became something
I now hate.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Numb as being drowned in a pool of blood,
So much that Dracula couldn't even resist,
Bisexual friend dreaming about lonely studs,
Cats and cows drinking their own ****
In reality where do I fall,
In comatose of a thousand fires,
You could have had it all,
But your green card just expired.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
I can't stand you
And the way you make me ache
At three in the morning
When I long for your whispers
And a shot of novacaine
To my heart
From where it pains me to hear the words
Or to think that I'm nothing more then Idle
And Stupid
When the clock strikes four the acid in my veins is all too much to bare
And the creaking in my bones is the echo of your heart beat
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
If I think about you even for a moment, all of it comes back.
The tears running down your face, staining your porcelain skin,
the screaming that left your throat raw and bleeding,
the late nights trying to convince you that it'll be okay,
but all that was for nothing,
your gone now,
and I'm free from it all,
but I'm also numb.
Numb all over.
c.r.k.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Falling to your knees with the novacaine stare,
lies upon the eyes of the horse that gallops where,
she could make it right when i was wrong about the world,
way out of her league knowing she can't be my girl,
I was on the road for days getting nowhere,
I'm so done with love eventhough I don't care,
peace will heal in time just wait for the arrival,
she could make it right like wine spilled on the Bible,
the Bees are coming that way,
please don't tell me what to say,
I'm not one for all the games,
the Bees are coming that way,
You're not the only one with flaws little bean,
We all have to live as a number,
Like tiny ants on a mural being depopulated,
No conversation,
We'll disturb your royal slumber.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
We've let fear become the novacaine
Like whiskey for the wounds
Swallowing denial pills
For truths that lie ahead
Injecting hopelessness
With needles of realities too real
For optimism's foreign policy
Behind our walls
We alienate the cure
To division's disease
A contagion known by many names
Ignorance is uttered most
A sickness in the veins
Of cancerous medical costs
A pestilence set upon
The amber fields of grain
A plague quarantining classes
In prison-bars and penthouses
A famine on the families
In this minimum cage
Where once we flew with eagles
Now we wallow in the dirt
Born into a dying world
Grown from selfish roots
Watered on pessimism
Bending to the will of hate's
Axe of opportunity
Cutting down the other trees
That dared to share the light of our
American dreams
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
What’s in an apology?
To me, it is simply
a torrential downpour of regrets
and just-kissed,
biting insults
wrapped in
1982’s dowry garments,
lacy and dainty and
full of holes.
To me,
it contains a
moth-eaten veil
smelling like
lily of the valley,
a rotten memory
of a sweet time –
piped rosettes of frosting
atop
a filthy sponge.
By any other name:
Surrender,
Atonement,
Vindication –
it is to none;
it is to none but
to soften the blow
dealt by
the concrete slab
of fault.
It is not any sweeter,
not even the gritty feel
of a Sweet N’ Low
between your teeth.
It is novacaine
to the muscles
in your cheeks
that have been scowling for so long.
So,
here it is.
I hope
that feels so much better.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
You’re loving how I keep my fears open with you..
Jumping off cliffs and spread my wings under the night sky...
Taking deep dives beneath the ocean floor.. Confessions bring us to ecstasy and how these things happen I cannot explain....
Moving in every angle that is perfection that breaks every camera lense.. ..
The crowd can’t take their eyes off of you..
My breaths are for you ..
Die with me and cross into novacaine.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC