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Daisy Fields Nov 2014
what do you do,
when you've done all you can,
when you lend every hand,
till you barley can stand.
till your blue in the face,
and your down on your knees,
your heart'a lost the race,
and it's starting to plea.
I am loosing myself,
to everything I am not.
I tried to do well,
gave them all that I got.
now I'm spent and I'm dry,
wet regret fills my eyes.
shaken down to the bone,
and my hearts turned to stone.
Alexa Dark Nov 2014
I am screaming in my mind
Crying with dry eyes
Dying of broken heart
Elioinai Nov 2014
Is it the moon
Pulling out my unfed longings
Is it winter stars
Setting aflame the darts
I threw
Dry
Vain wisps of smoke
Drift up
to choke
and give
no warmth
A musing on my currently turbulent emotions and feelings of thirst
thoughts to dump Nov 2014
Sent my tear-stained shirt off to the laundry
Nothing else more to worry
Sleeves would be as bold as of an army
Collar's persnickety like the majesty
Cleansed and free from insanity
No traces of crumples and folds
From any of your memories.
Amber Oct 2014
I watch as tears fall;
From the sky, her eyes, his eyes, your eyes.
I smile;
My eyes are dry.
*they would remind you of a desert.
I've lost the ability to feel anything other than hunger, thirst and exhaustion.
Supine Plath Oct 2014
I can never say what I feel inside,
and it kills me tonight
'Cause I'm watching you with all of these words
but nothing comes to surface,
I kiss you off once again with words bursting from my eyes
with a mouth gone dry, and all I say is "goodbye".
Poetic T Sep 2014
And the seasons changed
And they died
From
Life,
To
Passing,
There death was beautiful
They changed,
From what was
To what was to become,
And the wind took them
A million lives
Floating
Blown from there
Cradle
to
Grave,
Colours of decomposition
Fly through the air
Brittle,
Dry,
Life,
Now gone
The Season had changed
*And A Million Did Fall
rook Sep 2014
my veins pump molasses

my dry heart belongs to the desert sands and i

cough

i cough up my childhood

memories scattering through the air like

d                   s

         u                      t

i have been parched since birth, since the beginning of this journey

that never ends

i measure my height in sunspots and in the time it takes to forget where i'm from

beached without an ocean

dry and cracking like the desert soil, no hope of rain and no sign

of life

empty and hot and alone

my dry heart hides behind my bleached desert bones and i

drown

in the sand
hello, welcome to the desert,
Poetic T Aug 2014
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|V|
|E |
|R |
|~ |
|L |
|E |
|T |
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   !~~~~~~The~~Ink~~Run~~~Dry~~~~
SRS Aug 2014
You've wrung yourself dry
with thoughts on lies
and you just don't care anymore
I never did anything at all......
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