#numb

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  • away_with_words 11h

    In the Depths of Shallow Eyes
    ______________________________

    Celcius slips to sub-zero,
    as the world grows cold.
    The spreading snow surrounds me
    Buries me
    Encasing my form.

    Shivering, as a spotlight sun
    seldom shares me its shine.
    Trapped inside trappings
    Ragged and thin
    Feeling tepid within.

    Facing frigid faces 
    Hidden behind frozen masks 
    Concealed, the same costume
    Carries me on clay-cast cadence
    Turning my back to their turned backs.

    Unhearing; fearing their foreign words
    might blind me
    might bind me
    to the shared isolation 
    Alone with what we’ve sown.

    My unfeeling fingers
    Failing to feel that my heart has gone numb;
    In its place, an empty space.
    Leaving me to search for paradise 
    in the depths of shallow eyes



    @writersnetwork @tomorrow_is_amazing @love_poet @nishurastogi @incommunicado #repost #please #thanksinadvance

    #alliteration #shallow #numb #alone #mask #isolation #cold #awaywithwords #captiveimagination

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    In the Depths of Shallow Eyes

    Celcius slips to sub-zero,
    as the world grows cold.
    The spreading snow surrounds me
    Buries me
    Encasing my form.

    Shivering, as a spotlight sun
    seldom shares me its shine.
    Trapped inside trappings
    Ragged and thin
    Feeling tepid within.

    Facing frigid faces 
    Hidden behind frozen masks 
    Concealed, the same costume
    Carries me on clay-cast cadence
    Turning my back to their turned backs.

    Unhearing; fearing their foreign words
    might blind me
    might bind me
    to the shared isolation 
    Alone with what we’ve sown.

    My unfeeling fingers
    Failing to feel that my heart has gone numb;
    In its place, an empty space.
    Leaving me to search for paradise 
    in the depths of shallow eyes

    ©away_with_words

  • 21st_century_phoenix 2d

    Numb

    I'm like a Ghetto Firefly,
    Who Lights up your Dark Days.
    I know I cannot Stay by anyone's Side,
    Without Getting a Heartache.

    Come to Me to Heal the Pain,
    That's what I did in my Past Days...
    Cut me off the Promises Hanging by your Tongue,
    Because in the End, When I Leave?
    I become Numb.

    ©21st_century_phoenix

  • ms_speechless 2d

    RELICS

    Blindfolded, clutching the rein,
    Echoes of laughter in disdain,
    Directionless, pacing in vain,
    A dreamer outcasted yet again!

    ©ms_speechless

  • spadesunderground 3d

    It's up..

    Then down..

    Then up..

    Then down..

    Then up..

    Then down..

    And then...

    ... it's just...

    Down...

    ...Down...

    ...Down...

    ...Down...


    ©spadesunderground

  • mighty_pen23 3d

    ज़ख्म इतने मिले ज़िंदगी में,
    की अब दर्द का एहसास भी फीका पड़ गया।

    ©mighty_pen23

  • little_miss_deadly 4d

    crashing

    For weeks you can feel numb
    Not overwhelmed
    Not sad
    Not broken
    But not happy
    Just sitting there breathing
    Barley eating
    But surviving
    Not living
    Not during
    Just surviving
    Walking through the day
    Evey thing turning to grey
    Till everything comes crashing back
    And you realise that feeling numb
    Dosnt make you all better but just puts your feelings on pause till they come crashing back all at once
    And as you sit here you remember why you felt so damn broken
    ©little_miss_deadly

  • _megha__ 1w

    Numb.

    Today, I am sitting here alone. Headphones in my ear, listening songs but ain't vibing with the lyrics. I don't know what music matches to my vibe today. It's today a Friend to me. A friend to whom I am listening to when I am numb. Just sitting on a chair, listening to my friend, playing with pen, and nothing on my head.

    I am confused that I have lost everyone through my rude actions or it is because of stopping to care for everyone.

    Is it worth it? I have forgotten to take care of myself.

    But it feels good to lock myself up to myself only. Maybe spreading too much creates toxicity for yourself.

    Almost everyone had misunderstood me. Until being a joker, no-one knows what's inside you and for them it's Okay.

    I found peace in keeping myself restrain, which make me lost everyone.

    I am confused that I have lost everyone through my rude actions or it is because of stopping to care for everyone.

    Furthermore, I realised Music has been my Friend all over this time. It's not just the lyrics, it's not just the tune. It's a voice that keeps you alive.
    ©_megha__

  • lgbtq_writer 1w

    Happy Pills

    Prescribe me pills...

    Help me!

    Help me feel less alone,
    Help me get up,
    Help me eat again,
    Help me stop hurting myself,
    Help me feel numb...

    Help. Me. Escape. My. Bipolar.

    ©lgbtq_writer

  • nishank_kesari 2w

    I remember that day when I was sitting in a corridor trying to grasp things happening in the space available to my vision in all the possible angles I could generate by tilting my focus physically or by shifting the focus mentally to some next level of perception lying amidst the scenes separated by an aesthetic difference.

    In this quest of mine I created a bridge connecting the various actions and events which people were literally letting to just happen in a flow to those events which were creating the flow, thus ignoring anything which was going against the stream of events or better say the stream of natural sequences.

    I started my journey on this bridge and now I could look back at the corridor where I was still sitting ignoring the time which was running out ignoring the pulses on my phone which could have led this path to some other place. Now as I was moving there which was basically a network of the flow of command from the influencers to those who misinterpreted it and were now pretending it to be the latest feature of the plastic copies of their attitude.

    Among all the things which were being transferred from one mind to another using routers of aesthetics, switches of literal tags of being dark and erotic to dunk and dope and channels of ideologies pushing the frustration to the extreme and coming back with a smile of satisfaction only for as long as the next human is added to it, I saw a point of source of hope.

    This very source of hope had self love packaged in cookie jars with a scent meant to morph with each touch into a better version using the smooch stickers and the heights which it reached with each jump by a trampoline which was as circular as those words of praises printed on those circular cookies. I thought I found something good and I took one jar and turned to come back.

    I was still on the bridge only when I realised that even I am connected to the source of flow now. But I had the cookie jar with great scent. As my steps took me closer to reality the connection started to break with bumps. All the cookies started to crumble. So I quickly opened the jar and tried to eat them whole but they had crumbled and were grainy now...so instead of turning me into a delicious cookie they started to turn me grainy... that cookie jar with a label of self love, the bridge, everything grainy losing existence....I fell from that and died somewhere in that strawberry reality.

    At this I blinked and came back looked down upon my phone to see so many new notifications of new posts of self love by my frns with filtered pictures with grainy effect and beautiful captions ..maybe they never died ..maybe they are still in their grainy version...who cares afterall death has been my old friend killing all such nonsense versions of mine who could have brought much foolery in this world if haven't died.

    ©nishank_kesari

    #selflove #reality #imagination #numb #vision #motivation #lies #truth @writersnetwork

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    I died there so I got saved

    ........ thoughts which were being transferred from one mind to another using routers of aesthetics, switches of literal tags of being dark and erotic to dunk and dope and channels of ideologies pushing the frustration to the extreme and coming back with a smile of satisfaction only for as long as the next human is added to it, I saw a point of source of hope..... But little did I know....

    ©nishank_kesari

  • pujith_66 2w

    Numb❤️

    The dark Room filled with silence.
    I lay down feeling numb again.
    Climbing down the wounds of helplessness that my soul had fed upon.



    ©pujith_66

  • _sudarshan_ 2w

    I don't even feel Myself, How the hell am gonna feel You?

    ©_an_escaper_

  • _fableandink_ 2w

    I feel so numb
    I feel like I'm in my bed,
    I've got the whole world spinning my way
    I can't feel, I can express no more.
    I'm down and out like a stone,
    I feel so numb.
    I see the stars, I can see the binding lights.
    All of the time I wonder why I'm down with the blues?
    ©_fableandink_

  • unknownstar1729 3w

    Forced Inspiration

    The life I am living is so dry and meaningless
    That I am living it very thoughtless

    Thinking about things which makes me numb
    My brain don’t have anything else to pump

    The air which is blowing in my way
    I hope I get the answers from it as it sway

    Time is passing by so fast
    nothing but a rhythmic beat’s playing in my nest

    A monotone called life asked me for motivation
    I said, look for a forced inspiration


    ©unknownstar

  • lezysul 3w



    I screamed my love at you,
    But you were never listening to me.
    There was nothing I could do
    Your silence was so crippling .

  • poetic_catastrophe 3w

    Waves

    And some days when I ride the streams of consciousness, I cherish the feeling of being so lost and so numb. A place where your memories are just on the surface; not contagious. I ride those waves and give in to the urge to just take a dive right into a limbo.

    ©poetic_catastrophe

  • rodney 3w

    Numbing.

    Won't you see me like the way you used to see me ?
    Won't you hold my hands like you used to hold them ?

    I possess eyes but they aren't properly working.

    My heart,
    She, she's been spitting—

    Spitting words alike swearing.

    You, you—

    Have traveled afar from my calling.

    I just keep me numbed, from my own feelings.

    You, you left.

    You, you left.

    You, you left.

    The thought of loneliness is haunting.

    Paper and pen, they keep on scribbling.

    But you don't seem to care to take note of— what I in agony keep confessing.

    I'll be gone before this becomes trending.

    I'll be gone and I'll be grown like a gravestone.
    So the tone that you've kept listening, it has become my groaning.

    It is my groaning amidst the chattering that you've failed to have kept tracking.

    ©rodney

  • shewastheone 4w

    Dear ex

    Dear ex,
    I think I've moved on from you.
    because your memories
    don't hurt me any more.
    I'm not waiting for you.
    I learn how to be happy
    and live without you.
    And the best thing
    you did to me,
    killed all my feelings.
    Now I don't feel anything,
    I'm numb,just like a dead bodies.

    Your temporary forever.
    ©shewastheone

  • passerby_ 4w

    Poetry has lost me.

    and I, those fancy words.

    poetry destroyed me.

    and I, those who tried to love me.

    I want what they can't give,

    they give what I won't take.

    Poetry has lost me,

    and the words finally betrayed me.

    left me numb, empty and

    utterly speechless...



    #poetry #speechless #words #poems #empty #numb #love #fancy #lost #betrayed

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    Poetry has lost me,

    and the words finally betrayed me.

    left me numb, empty and

    utterly speechless...


    ©passerby_

  • little_miss_deadly 4w

    Time loop

    It feels as if I'm a robot walking through a Dreamland as if I haven't slept in days please don't ask if I'm okay because I don't know what to say I'm numb in so many ways
    It feels like I'm stuck in a haze
    Walking in a big circle everyday
    Numb to the fact that everything is the same
    Is there a way to end this pain
    Or will I be stuck this way till the end of my days
    I truly don't know what to say
    It feels as if I'm watching the events of today through a TV screen I forget this feeling till it comes back to haunt me is this my brains way to say it doesn't want to continue on to the next episode of yesterday no matter how hard I try I can't explain this feeling that washes over me
    It's like my brain is stuck in slow motion as my body is stuck on fast forward
    I'm drowning in my teenage memories
    Dreading the day I turn 18
    I never have seen myself amounting to anything
    I have given up on trying
    I can't stand the fact that I'm still living
    I stay stuck in this haze because I don't have the backbone to take my life away
    ©little_miss_deadly

  • vanessa_inivorytower 5w

    I'll make this miscommunication endless...and someday you' ll suffer from something which would have no cure..and that would be my beginning and your end ..
    ©vanessa_inivorytower