"resuscitated" poems
It was so vivid I could
feel my chest compressing
as I ran, crippled with sobs.
The betrayal was a knife
It was a furnace and my
feet hurt as I flew across the
city. When I punched out my
bedroom window I could feel
the glass separating my knuckles
and I contemplated the destiny
of the larger shards. I awoke as one
resuscitated from drowning
resuscitated from death
gasping, shaking, reeling
d e m a t e r i a l i z e d
and began to cry as I
performed yogic breathing
exercises and went limply through
the worn out motions to
assuage heart attack symptoms.
They know they know
even follow me
follow me when I'm asleep.
My God.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC
In the crease of her fingers
Is where she held me.
A history of thought,
Filtered.
Flaked off at the end.
It was her fingers I felt most comfortable.
That I could truly do anything.
Stuck between her middle and pointer finger.
Held high, upright.
Unprecedented in eclipse.
She'd press me to her lips.
Resuscitated.
Flaked at the tip.
Scatter ash
Where I felt most alive.
Nestled in the bend of her fingers.
My building without escape.
She'd set fire to my head.
& like a mad man I'd lay still.
This smoke, a place I wanted to be.
Our bad habit persisting
Day in and day out.
The only fact perhaps we truly have.
I'd unravel in loss of responsibility,
The nook of her fingers,
A universal sense of comfort.
Withered down.
Tossed to the wind.
Our history made short,
Recognizing that we were doomed from the start.
Smoking in front of the no smoking sign,
A habit we can't put down
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
You were taken,
Stolen,
You're gone forever,
Never to breathe life again,
Taken away for someone's sick pleasure,
Lying in a shallow grave,
It's so sad that you couldn't be saved.
The second victim,
Locked in the barn,
Trapped in the dark,
Stabbed in the heart,
Dying on the floor as she cried out,
But nobody heard her,
Now she's stuffed in a freezer with her insides cut out of her,
It's such a shame that nobody could save her.
Third victim,
The captive now has serial killer status,
Disgusting pride in that freaks cold eyes,
First he stopped her breathing,
Resuscitated her,
Then proceeded with beatings,
Causing painful internal bleeding,
Just think of the demonic laughter the poor girl was hearing,
The last thing she ever heard.
Fourth victim,
I think you get the picture.
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 12:26 AM UTC
They come to me for a kick start, a quick start, for a broken heart, or one that's stopped beating.
They come for spice, for *** for connection, for healing.
They come to be seen, to be accepted with open arms, open mouth, open heart, and open *****
They come to be renewed, rejuvenated, revived, resuscitated, reminded of what it is to love, and to be wanted.
And then they go.
Who heals the healer?
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
I reached the summit in time to see,
the grey of dawn just leaving,
The new sunrise begin to ascend.
The breeze, reborn, fresh as the day.
An Eagle soaring high over head,
spiraling on updrafts, master of the sky,
not hunting, just testing his wings,
apparently enjoying a little joy ride.
Oh what freedom that must be,
to fly like that as you please,
so completely released from gravity.
I watched him play, 'till out of sight.
Below me, on a slope stood a
sure footed Male Mountain Goat,
Warming himself in morning sun.
Head held high, proud and alert,
eyes searching for opportunity.
Mountain Jays squawk and play
among the sparse trees below
my lofty perch, as if they too frolic,
in new day celebration.
A day ago I saw the sun rise from
the fourteenth floor window,
of my office building.
That same sun, I now see,
from the top, of this mountain peek.
But it was very different.
Rather than fresh air laced,
with the scent of Fir and Pine,
It was the stale stink,
of cigarettes and dust,
Air pushed through a vent,
Resuscitated, recirculated
and processed, dead air resurrected.
My view East slightly obscured, by ***** glass.
A picture window that can not even be opened.
The Cascades majestically blue on the horizon,
The new days sun, resting on Mount Hood's shoulder.
A bright light inviting, Big and yellow, calling.
And but a day later,
here I stand, on Three Finger Jack,
Looking further East,
Breathing in this new clean day,
Taking memory pictures with my eyes,
Alone, but never completely.
Next time I will not wait so long.
Oh, if I could only live right here forever.
On further thought, after I'm dead,
haul my ashes up here, and leave 'em,
Sunrises and sunsets for all eternity.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
I ate the poison with you.
I fell right beside you
And I helped you get back up.
I kissed your scraped knees
In the ghosts of your mothers lips
But I was your friend.
I resuscitated your heart
When you stopped it from beating
I drank your tears
And cried them myself.
I cared;
I never once pricked you
With the same needle
The world persistently penetrated
You with
And I would have
****** out the venom
From those snake bites
If you’d asked me to,
Knowing that you’d never
Take that bullet for me,
Even if I asked you to.
But I still jumped into the fire
To make sure you got out
Alive.
And somehow
You thought you were alone.
And somehow I ended up
In front of the gun
And you had no problem
Pulling the trigger.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Draining Hell-fire through fingertips. Fully immersed in emotion, not just the memory. Reliving the feeling of tortured souls while bleeding ink into words. Slinking from an ashen past into a jet black future. The present lost, forgotten, left behind in transition from shadow to darkness. Shattered souls resuscitated and shared for the mere pleasure of others. there is no time to wallow, no self pity. That is not found in this place, burned off as sulfur in the brewing of a demon.
**She comes alive
Through yesterday's ashes
Succubus divine**
Such a pretty little package. Sugar and spice and everything that isn't meant for human consumption. Poison mind seething, searching for the vulnerable, the gullible, the innocent, and the sweetly vile. Spewing forth honesty in liquid courage. No need to lie when eyes believe what they see. Beauty in the moonlight, sweetness in a smile, desire in a twinkle of Hell in the eye. Oh, that bit of Hell is a lot to chew. Take a bite and choke. Lost forever are pieces of you, your heart, your soul feeds her beautiful demons. Her flawless imperfections beguile and betray the mind, as those demons consume her divinely
**Entranced by beauty
He stalks his prey in music
She absorbs his soul**
Honeysuckle perfume taints the air. And the honey will never again taste as sweet. Swimming mind lost in those ruby lips and laughter like cracking glass heard as tinkling bells. Ensnared in the thorns that hook the flesh by surprise. The warmth of the fire masks the sting. All part of the dance. Writhing, hypnotic friction disguised as emotion, disguised as desire, disguised as love. Motion so fluid whispers depravity behind the eyes of an angel. There is nothing else. She gets what she wants. You believe you have her right where you want her, but it is she who has lead the way from the first whiff of the stench of you as you entered the room.
**He believes he won her
She devours his essence
vanishing at once**
As she is craved, she burns your soul. This demon who drains Hell-fire into words.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Her fingertips loosed the glass
bottle, which had
of late
gathered rain like the
hands of paupers.
Glitter in a heartbeat.
to be collected by old battered shoes
or car tyres
and streetwise magpies.
it joins a city evensong
this oceanic roar of nothing
fusing chords of cars and smoke
and lonely dogs
with hacks
and throngs
of perambulating suits
and suitors
trampling athwart broads of concrete
As swifts in summer.
We swim in it
through open atriums
and barren rooms of
magnolia and magnolia and magnolia.
All the while if you look harder
you see through chinks a sepulchre
in each greying tower
ranging higher and higher still.
Machines and machinations
stacking life upon life to
build pyramids
to gaudy kings
in pinstripe or herringbone.
Flumes of fumes ***** like floods
Into and out of train stops
and bus stands.
Circling lungs like hungry crows.
Crows which haunt
Bombed out chapels made new
resuscitated with waxen ivy
and ivory lilies.
And the leaves of saintly oak trees
chatter in shrinking crevices of green
story telling
Of how people and things grow old.
And you can walk these streets
And dive too like cormorants into
The platitudes of city living.
Soaked to the skin in sound
to tell your story
like the shards
of a broken bottle.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
my physics book says
since atoms are mostly empty space
nothing can ever really touch
contact is just empty space
upon more empty space
if this is the case
i do not know what it is like to
hold your hand
run my fingers through your vibrant hair
or feel your lips caress mine in a moment of passion
but how can this be true
when i can feel the way
you have
changed my thoughts
healed my mind
and resuscitated my heart
how can they say
my life has not been touched?
even so,
i long for the gap between our atoms to close
for your laughter and kindness and gentle kisses
to fill the crevices of my atoms.
i want to find a way to fill your atoms, too
maybe then
our perfect love will defy physics
and we will collide.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Deadlines besiege me, as stress pennoned limbs
ache for action, yet, procrastination consumes me.
I know relief will come, when: task complete
I can truly unbend, sit back and relax.
Yet, brain benumbed, I irradiate in a background
of autogenous anxiety. I stare through the TV,
study the grain on the page I'm not reading,
attempt to study the air.
Until, deadlines eve, when stress breaks free
staining my mouth, and eyes and senses, bitter
body, shocked, resuscitated
and frantic activity commences.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
When I was 16 I almost drowned
I swallowed enough water to sink
Any ambitions to become a sailor
The water tasted a lot like my pride
It left an after taste bitter enough
To humble a King
What we take from the world
Is simply a reflection of
Who we are inside
If you feel like the sun is avoiding you
Like your ex-girlfriend
Then visit the dentist and make your smile
Bright enough to get by
The crowded streets of downtown
Aren’t filled with inept ********
Just you, who isn’t willing to see
That everyone has pain in their eyes
No matter how well they disguise
Their recent demise with ties and lies
Bought online
We fall into the chasm of doubt
That high-fives gravity because
They got you to fall
Change who you are and you’ll
Literally change your world
Because everything reflects
Our character instead of our appearance
Except for cursed glass that
Became a mirror
When you’re tempted to doubt
The goodness of life
Remember that life is what you make it
When God writes your conclusion
To your life’s dissertation
It will simply be a story
Of the dreams you had the courage
To chase
You have nothing to fear
Not even fear itself
Because you are the owner
Of happiness and peace
Enough for yourself if you’re
Willing to share
When I was 16 I almost drowned
I was resuscitated and spit out
My pride and coughed up my ego
To breath in the world
Through unbiased purity
Now I can finally see
I left that ignorant part of me
To fend for himself
I was never a good swimmer
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
They have tried to conceal our love,
they've thrown up roadblocks, and smokescreens
to keep us from finding each other again,
but yet we always do. Our love has its own radar.
I can sense your heart beating, like an angelic drum
through the haze, and I know you can always hear the love
in my voice, even through the harsh foul static.
Even when you cannot respond, I know you know
my love is always glowing, like a lighthouse in the night.
Guiding you back to my harbor of eternal affection,
where my lips never tire of sounding the horn of our happiness.
I have stumbled for women before, like a blind man descending stairs.
But I never fell, until I tumbled head first into the bottomless pool
of your beauty. The only waters in which I would gladly drown,
have drowned, only to be rescued and resuscitated by your kisses.
Those who do not speak the language of our love, point their antennas our way,
they intercept our transmissions, but their code books are missing the pages
that explain how such emotion can be decoded. They only catch the grand communique,
always missing the short, but ever so loving messages, that come in daily
over the teletype of passion. Feverishly at this very moment, they wrack their brains
wondering at the deeper context of our words, but their is no hidden meaning,
behind the expression of affection. Love is its own context, and if they cannot translate it
then they are the ones at fault, not us. We have our own frequencies, and wavelengths.
Our Love shall always ring out in the darkness, even if we have to switch channels,
It will be there, to comfort us, and relieve the ache of our longing. I already have enough
in this world. Let them have the rest. All I need is our tiny daily broadcast, all I need is...
Our love.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
I died
right there and then
in the most vicious manner
with every touch she crafted on his skin
and every smile she formed to his lips
she mutilated me—sliced my body
and took away the happiness in me
I was buried inside the coffin
of their screaming memory
and I yelled back in agony
then he ran to me
pulled my soul with powerful force
of his convincing gravity
he resuscitated what she stole
and returned my heart to a whole
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
I stand before the early morning light;
squinting to see the hope
promised on the horizon.
Shadows from the pillars of salt
behind me; a multitude of errors
seeking my attention.
All the fallen stars buried
beneath the wasted wishes;
their tombs unmarked and broken
by good intentions.
The black rose I carried tightly
within my palm has died from the suffocation;
I’m afraid to let it go,
hoping it can be resuscitated.
The stench of stubbornness on my flesh;
our hands no longer touching, our lips
no longer tasting the moments.
Always and forever...
etched in loneliness.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Time elapsed has been good to me
Past pains have diminished
Memories of laughter draw me back
Not for it all, but for the friendship.
Our conversations have been easy
No expectations or complications
Lines left uncrossed, flirtations tossed
For more serious communications.
Deceived by the distance and
Misled by my [fragile] armor of strength
I believe I can see you again
Without falling into your arms again.
We meet with an embrace
I feel a simmering warmth
Initially mistaken as just
The joy of seeing an old friend.
But, Your smile starts to sedate me
I am losing consciousness with reality
Your eyes have launched a stealth attack
On my logic and disarmed my sense.
My ears capture only silence
My eyes keenly focus on your lips
My mouth tastes your every word
I bite firmly upon my lower lip.
The heat now radiating is too intense
My clothes singe in the flames of desire
I am bare and breathless before you
Resuscitated only by your kiss and...touch.
D
a
m
n
Quickly weakened in your presence
I am but an iron particle drawn in your magnetic field
It is now clear
It is in the distance and only in the distance
Where I am strong.
© Tina Thompson
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
Reincarnated into something with feathers//
A hummingbird in the valley of Mexico..//
Resuscitated to be the warrior of the south//
Was the warrior of the south..//
Now with these wind bestowed upon me//
I stretch veins plague length throughout the winds territory//
Where the free horse springs on top of the loose rock//
Where the wolf sacrifices the blood for young// in order to keep order//
In order to move forward...//
The moon shines brighter than the sun, you're just asleep to never see it//
Too blind to feel it//
Too low to feel the height of the feather//
Earth goddess approaches..//
She's draped in light..//
Even air moves out of her way// (cont.)
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
My body burned
- a fire I'd never known.
The pools in my eyes
commanded me to swim,
my heart wished to lay down
beside him,
but instead I just drove.
Headlines that read
Missing Man From Mt Martha
circulated for days.
She told me he'd often spoke of running away,
and her love for him clung fiercely to the fairytale
in vain.
Perhaps we should have known better,
but the tales fooled us.
Prince Charming will save the maiden
but who is going to save him?
The floors caught me
as I collapsed under
the weight of a phone call.
They found him
in romantic slumber
among the forest -
a tree and his throat
playing tug of war
with a length of rope.
It's hard to say
who really won.
The chaple was too small
to cradle all who loved him.
Red work shirts lined the doorway
like poppies.
Friends wore top hats
embellished with ribbons
and sunflowers.
Sisters consoled their grief
in suits and coloured bow ties.
An old music teacher played a violin,
so haunting and beautiful.
I've never known grief.
Memories of his smile
and hazy nights in his car
have seen my every sunrise since.
I see him in strangers
and passers by on the street
and my heart stops
in these fleeting moments
of illusion.
Resuscitated by reality,
they're gone as quickly
as they came.
I often think I should visit his grave,
place a flower on his tombstone
or just have a conversation.
I regret that only after he'd died
I realised
we might have understood each other
better than we knew.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
I gave everything I had and you just let it all blow away in the wind,
like nothing had ever crossed our once star struck paths, I was struck in the heart,
That blow should've killed me,
I shouldve drowned in the open sea
But you resuscitated me
I would have died you see
I can't look in your eyes
I know that's were my heart once lied, ,
I begged for you to be,
One hundred percent true to me
But you couldn't be
You hurt me
Left me bleeding into the ground
So lucifers hungry souls could feast
You were an evil beast
I miss the warmth and peace
Do you remember the melody
Your heart once sang with me
It was a masterpiece
It was truly unique
The gods bowed their heads in the presence
I used my last regrets
I promised That I wouldn't forget
That song that we once sang
Ill remember that day
When I saw you leave
It was so hard but so full of relief
I was sad for days
I resented the month of may
On may 28th
We'd sang out song
I remember how you smiled
I had felt at home for awhile
But you had evicted me
Do you remember the melody
Your heart once sang with me
It was a masterpiece
It was truly unique
The gods bowed their head in the presence
I used my last regret
I promised I wouldn't forget
That song that we once sang
I'll remember that day
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
I would reach into my chest
And wrestle my heart back into rhythm
Because only beating hearts can take a beating,
And maybe you don’t know it
But if making me bleed, leaves you wanting more
Then each time you disappoint me
I’ll keep a little life in my veins
So I can be resuscitated.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
My thought process never really got around this...
How I could not profess to latter, the feelings for a goddess profoundest. From genesis you willed the cycle of life like Mother Nature, even though it grew to be your nemesis, you still recycled time to mother a stranger. Pincushioned by Love once…no twice, the repercussions of a chronic illness costs an arm and a leg. Pushing love once, no dice, but sneaking cousins call it weakness and so they come and beg. Polaroid picture of a vintage flower you are, keeps shining through the darker lens...Paranoid feature, a linkage to my late Father’s cool car, keeps driving to Wonderland. Ma, I’ll always admire your strategy of war, patience is virtue. How you always lit the fire of synergy and lore, I’m your patent statue. Inhale coz out of breath, resuscitated late being paid, or realised the thorn of this lifeless hell.
Derailed and out of depth, an eviscerated state of being, as I laid my eyes upon her lifeless shell. Hide eternal gears, moving aerial still…shots coming fly under. I cried internal tears during the burial...
the deal is shortcomings lie under. Best say it real, they tried to **** us both Eyes and Toes. Hence, I break the deal coz God sealed us both like Ice and Stone. Nefertiti won the game of thrones now, name me king!! Never guilty, walk, aim, overthrow the beast now, Angels sing!!
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
*Oh Holy Agony- how do you bear
To watch the screaming souls
Fight against your poison laced binds.
Oh Holy Agony- where is your heart,
Us pitiful humans you feast upon
Need not to submerge in your wrath.
Oh Holy Agony- why hath you not perished,
Deep in your ***** I've thrusted my knife
But death did not take you for good company.
Oh Holy Agony- you savagely resuscitated,
Crawling out the Fiery depths of Hell
To disrupt my ephemeral serenity.*
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Ancient, invisible God of the Hebrews,
Some have renamed You, and crowned You
Their Christian god; but for the discerning person
We just need a little more proof.
Here are some forms and paper work,
You need to fill out;
And of course we'll need a certified note,
Declaring just when and where and how
You came into Being, and listing
All next of kin- yes Your Son absolutely should qualify for that-
And we'll need His death certificate on file,
For future referencing, and any dependents-
What's this about Three Persons in One?
Do You have a psychiatric doctor You see?
We should probably have his information too, just in case.
Immaculate conception?
I'm sorry, that just isn't acceptable in any court of law.
Every woman seems to believe it at first, of course,
But that doesn't make it hold water-
****** birth? hmm, very interesting.
Perhaps an examination is in order,
Something surely doesn't seem right here?
Martyred for our sins? What an interesting idea.
Resurrection? Is there a record of that anywhere?
I suppose it's possible You could have had
a colorful near death experience,
If You were really resuscitated- oh it was Your Son?
Oh, You Yourself accomplished this Re-Animation-
Oh oh oh! I've got to get that call.
Hold on; be right back, dear.
"Get the guys in white coats down here in room
311 right away. I've got a hot one.."
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 9:06 PM UTC
Inside my chest lies an anomaly,
An anatomical wonder;
Inside me lives my triangle heart,
Ever torn asunder.
No rounded edges has my soul,
'Cause chafers gon' chafe;
It beats irregular the time,
Like constant battle strafe.
Often dead my heart's become,
Silent as the grave;
Resuscitated by the shock,
Its walls have nearly caved.
No weather wears the pointy ends,
And no waves caress the stone;
My heart lies cold and rough within,
Pleased to be alone.
No harm has knocked upon its doors,
Nor has its core been touched;
Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth
Since you replaced its flesh.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
"Oh, I've finally got you right here
Tonight I'll ease your mind,
That's why I'm calling on you
and ooh,
soft your love's desire
it's hard to stay away
you keep me calling on you"
I could walk upon these words again and again
maybe that flew over your heads,
that was the bridge my friends
and after all this time he probably thought he was dead and forgotten
but listen here that "ooh"
of a crooner that simply learned it from you
resuscitated a gem from the archive just to prove
that your song made an impact.
Not just the sample but the words themselves live on in a tribute to you
and I was just one of those kids who loved those songs about love
you know because I'd imagine I'm the one singing to her like:
"baby you,
my darling only if you knew
these things that you do
when your simply smiling for me
but even more you
bring illumination to my days
when the skies aren't the right hue of blue
like the blessing of the sun's rays
after it's rained a few days
you, always seem to pick up my mood,
and I can do nothing but thank you
and show you how much you mean to me".
Just a few lines to describe a groove
a song to hold her tight and slow dance to
maybe a light a fire, just romance boo
because when the chorus comes around
I'll be all up in your ear like,
"Oh, I've finally got you right here
Tonight I'll ease your mind,
That's why I'm calling on you
and ooh,soft your love's desire
it's hard to stay away
you keep me calling on you"
~Just Another Reason To Adore The Art~
[Inspired by the music of Jon B.'s: "Calling On You" and Drake's: "Cameras/Good Ones Go Interlude"]
Written By: James Desire
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC