"unnumb" poems
I am waiting
till we turn 30.
When emotions no longer reckless
we seek stability and comfort.
I am waiting
till we unnumb.
When temptations no longer ******
we crave for family and assurance.
I am waiting
till you see
I am waiting.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Face your demons—if that’s what it takes for you to keep moving forward.
Stop holding back—if that’s what it takes for you to feel whole again.
Let it go—if that’s what it takes for you to unnumb.
Do not suffocate—if that’s what it takes for you to move on.
Don’t fall hard—if that’s what it takes for you to live longer.
Because everything that falls, gets broken.
Because when you win some, you lose some.
Because when you decide to stay, they won’t.
Because he let go, you didn’t.
Because you gave happiness you didn’t own and he’ll always be a question mark.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
If you touch me
I won't feel anything
I am numb
It'd be fascinating to light a fire to my skin and smell the burning flesh as it turns black
It'd be ok because i won't feel anything
I'd stick pins into my skin and see how long it would take to be lightheaded as my blood drips
If you touch me
I won't feel anything
The burning sensation, the sparks, the goosebumps i would get at your touch
Would only be an imagined feeling
A feeling i yearn to feel again
If you look at me
I won't feel anything
Am emotionally numb
I won't shy off if we are eye to eye
The nervous feeling
The eye diversion
Is only a thing my unnumb self
If you look at me
I won't feel anything
My blank mind
My lack of words
The gibberish talk
My painted smile
And overplayed laugh
All as i stare into your eyes
All this is what you'd wish to see
Rather than the numb stare i give you
If you listen to my words closely
You'll realise , i don't care
My uninformed mind can't take the shock anymore
My euphoric hormones can't be controlled
My hopeful heart is becoming hopeless
My mind is tired of over analyzing
My mind is tired of this romantic B.S that's everywhere
My heart doesn't give a **** about your lies
My euphoric hormones don't need to be fed by your presence
My face is tired of lighting up when you walk into the room
My body is tired of sending signals to please you
I am tired of feeling
So i might as well embrace the numbness
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
I can't think too much
Or I'll become unnumb
The space you once kept
Has been hollowed by death
With each shallow breath
I feel more unrest
Realizing how similarly
You would inhale,
each small jolt in your chest
The day before you left
This earthly plain
And moved onto the next
My only relief:
Now you're at ease
Finally free
To talk, walk, smile, and breathe
Still tears fall
As the sound of your voice fades
I wish I could call
And see your gentle face
Until we meet again,
I'll keep this special place
Full of the memories
You helped create
What once held my love for you
Now holds so much more
Hope, memories, and your legacy
There I will store.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
I numb pain by getting high
Bounce from drug to drug
Wish I was stronger than I am
Want to get clean and be done
I keep hoping motivation will blossom
Positive train of thought
Guess temptation is more seductive
Giving it all I've got
My skin senses familiar stinging
Night comes; I succumb
I tumble down the rabbit hole
The place my conscience is dumbed
My hands move of their own accord
Hope I soon gain control
My cold heart is seeking comfort
From the agony hindering me from being whole
I do not know any other way
To stifle the ache of being alive
Than consuming toxic substances
The irony of methods I use to survive
So near to dying completely inside
Want to unnumb emotions
Remembering how I'd always complain about the flood
Now I wish for those sensitive oceans
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
Because sometimes, something just hits you
and you're not sure why it hits you,
or what direction it came from,
but you stop what your doing and feel it.
In your bones, in your soul, in your chest.
And you're not sure if its realization
or just fleeting moments like you have become unnumb.
But its raw and it hurts.
It shifts your thoughts and changes something
if I only knew what that something was.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
With every good movie, sweet song,
Great book, remarkable poem,
Or awesome short story
I find a new part of me
A shared understanding
Half parts fiction and reality
Swirling in the mix
Full of tricks to fix
Breaking the ice with picks
Or challenging my perception
Like a psychedelic trip
Without the psychotropic
Chemicals
Till, I smile or the tears drop
Till, I can’t stop
From feeling something deeply
No matter how much it hurts me
Stories unnumb me
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC