"unresponsiveness" poems

The shackles, so inviting. You need no control. Give your control to the shackles, They love it…that’s what they are meant for right? Take control from the occupant. He must obey. Must be taken away. To where? He has no say, The shackles love the control And he loves the powerlessness. Nothing is expected, Nothing needed, He gets joy from being powerless Powerless of what happens and free Everything is let go. No memories, responsibilities, the shackles have taken it all away The shackles love the control You just need to get away. The relationship gives both just what they need, At least they think, at least for a second. One more drop, their grip grows tighter. Take it all, not just some. “sure another” They beckon and you ponder Then he tips it back. Both think this is what needs to happen Made up their mind Another down just let it happen the shackles love the control take it from me, all worries, pain, everything, it’s their’s not mine. He thinks. The shackles love the control. His eyes open, no shackles in sight. Just empty bottles and a faint light. He thinks it’s going to be ok, at least by tonight. Knowing he’ll feel the familiar metal clamped tight. as he grips the glass in fright. Scared of it all The memories, The empty thoughts, The unresponsiveness of the sky. He gives up, gives it all up Throws the key, And just lets it be. Clamped tight for the night He has let go of it all Thanks to the cold remedy he thinks heals him so well… Until his eyes open on another glimps of light In an unfamiliar place Maybe this will finally end him of this destructive chase. Or to another breakdown, Maybe the same whirlwind That he just spent the last 8 hours in The shackles love the control.

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Aug 8, 2015

Aug 8, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC

fluffel

The Shackles

The shackles, so inviting. You need no control. Give your control to the shackles, They love it…that’s what they are meant for right? Take control from the occupant. He must obey. Must be taken away. To where? He has no say, The shackles love the control And he loves the powerlessness. Nothing is expected, Nothing needed, He gets joy from being powerless Powerless of what happens and free Everything is let go. No memories, responsibilities, the shackles have taken it all away The shackles love the control You just need to get away. The relationship gives both just what they need, At least they think, at least for a second. One more drop, their grip grows tighter. Take it all, not just some. “sure another” They beckon and you ponder Then he tips it back. Both think this is what needs to happen Made up their mind Another down just let it happen the shackles love the control take it from me, all worries, pain, everything, it’s their’s not mine. He thinks. The shackles love the control. His eyes open, no shackles in sight. Just empty bottles and a faint light. He thinks it’s going to be ok, at least by tonight. Knowing he’ll feel the familiar metal clamped tight. as he grips the glass in fright. Scared of it all The memories, The empty thoughts, The unresponsiveness of the sky. He gives up, gives it all up Throws the key, And just lets it be. Clamped tight for the night He has let go of it all Thanks to the cold remedy he thinks heals him so well… Until his eyes open on another glimps of light In an unfamiliar place Maybe this will finally end him of this destructive chase. Or to another breakdown, Maybe the same whirlwind That he just spent the last 8 hours in The shackles love the control.

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and it will flow like oil. It will grip like a lion's jaw sinking into the flesh of my neck. Nothing's about to change. The vicious cycle of reminiscence to recession to unresponsiveness is a gift that just keeps on fuckin' giving. Until I have nothing left to give. I'm finished.

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Sep 24, 2012

Sep 24, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC

Donald-nicholas

There Will Always be Blood

and it will flow like oil. It will grip like a lion's jaw sinking into the flesh of my neck. Nothing's about to change. The vicious cycle of reminiscence to recession to unresponsiveness is a gift that just keeps on fuckin' giving. Until I have nothing left to give. I'm finished.

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this time you're really dying, and all i can do is sit back and watch

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC

jeneepatitucci

Unresponsiveness (Haiku)

this time you're really dying, and all i can do is sit back and watch

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As the rain dropped tonight I couldn’t tell if it was the weather or you just saying your last goodbye to the earth It pummeled against the sands that held your body, like you wanted to give it one last tap to see if you could wake yourself up from this dream But I can tell its unresponsiveness was the last reply you wanted ……. On the floor your phone is ringing, no one has heard from you for a while ……..I could hear you wishing ‘‘for a while’‘ won’t turn out to be ‘’for life’‘ So you go again, one more tap. This time you came with thunders Lightnings to lighten the grip of the bullet on your will. Yeah I can tell you want it back… through burrows and cracks fighting back for life as it rained more…. Finally!!! There’s a silence One of you had been victorious in the end ……. as the rain drops begin to lose it innocence mixing up with gore …… I saw you look up to God as you both shed one last tear together Everything goes dark__________ (as your eyes dim cold) You had plans for that day, you were close to going home. You told them you would be back for it. Your graduation was the next day, you just got engaged.. you just__________ everything goes blank So I light these candle lights for you, in these dark pages left in our hearts as we pummel the earth with rain from our eyes and our hearts with questions Let them light your blank pages and heaven fill it with answers as your name is engraved in the sands of time. As the rain dropped tonight I couldn’t tell if it was the weather or you just saying your last goodbye to the earth We love you

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Nov 15, 2015

Nov 15, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC

henry-wellington

Candle Lights (14.11.15)

As the rain dropped tonight I couldn’t tell if it was the weather or you just saying your last goodbye to the earth It pummeled against the sands that held your body, like you wanted to give it one last tap to see if you could wake yourself up from this dream But I can tell its unresponsiveness was the last reply you wanted ……. On the floor your phone is ringing, no one has heard from you for a while ……..I could hear you wishing ‘‘for a while’‘ won’t turn out to be ‘’for life’‘ So you go again, one more tap. This time you came with thunders Lightnings to lighten the grip of the bullet on your will. Yeah I can tell you want it back… through burrows and cracks fighting back for life as it rained more…. Finally!!! There’s a silence One of you had been victorious in the end ……. as the rain drops begin to lose it innocence mixing up with gore …… I saw you look up to God as you both shed one last tear together Everything goes dark__________ (as your eyes dim cold) You had plans for that day, you were close to going home. You told them you would be back for it. Your graduation was the next day, you just got engaged.. you just__________ everything goes blank So I light these candle lights for you, in these dark pages left in our hearts as we pummel the earth with rain from our eyes and our hearts with questions Let them light your blank pages and heaven fill it with answers as your name is engraved in the sands of time. As the rain dropped tonight I couldn’t tell if it was the weather or you just saying your last goodbye to the earth We love you

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Lesson// Do NOT waste your time on unresponsiveness. Chasing familiar silence is like drowning in oxygen. Move on. and with growth you will learn of rather they were there to Love you or Use you. At your worst - you will quickly learn who sits at the table; do not be afraid to excuse them. loss is an attribute of growth & possibly one of the hardest lessons.

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC

trelon-grant

Swallow.

Lesson// Do NOT waste your time on unresponsiveness. Chasing familiar silence is like drowning in oxygen. Move on. and with growth you will learn of rather they were there to Love you or Use you. At your worst - you will quickly learn who sits at the table; do not be afraid to excuse them. loss is an attribute of growth & possibly one of the hardest lessons.

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empty streets do you know to slience difficult questions the diagnostic unresponsiveness cheap ways try to sneak into the abyss look a little a bitter song listen all day in the heavy rain it get wet so everyting gains each experience

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC

semihten5

EACH EXPERİENCE

empty streets do you know to slience difficult questions the diagnostic unresponsiveness cheap ways try to sneak into the abyss look a little a bitter song listen all day in the heavy rain it get wet so everyting gains each experience

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