#deprivation
By: The-Drifter-From-Heaven
As my eyes linger in the dark,
I see shadows like a spark.
It burned my vision,
And tainted my heart;
It consumed my reason,
In a dark clasp.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC
With the blue face of Picasso,
he grabs all the strangely dismembered and distorted deprivations,
pressing them like wild flower stencils onto the canvas before him…
His sausage fingers rolling up his collaged carnage cigar… placing it to his clay mouth -
Looking at the skyscrapers outside his house
“I do this for my paradise country…”
On a dizzy permutation of this ferocious routine; he realises - nothing fits -
“I’m a preacher in my own ****
But the apple is sweeter because of me…
The pear trees are weaker…
And at least we lost their weeping wisdom
and childish victimisation…
remember…
“We make the system - ” art is meat, art is mickey…
And we’ve shrivelled their fruit to display in exhibitions, give to our children; and to flavour our unique trappings of meat certification…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC
How could I live?
How
Could I be?
When you’re so far
And I’m alone,
When you’re not there
For me
To call
Home,
To guide me
By
My
Hand?
To tell me who the
Hell I am,
And where
I
Should stand?
Leave me
Here to go,
To go bone dry,
And run away
From
A million eyes.
Run your hands back
Through my blood
And tell me,
Really,
That
You’re not gone.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
I can't sleep
I can't sleep
I can't sleep
I can't sleep
I won't sleep
I don't want to
Forgive the champion, he deserves the loss
Once in a while,
can't close my eyes
I want to put my hands around my neck
the grinding of my teeth
the air that I breathe
Stop it
stop it
stop it
stop it from flowing
I've been enjoying drinking
at six, seven, eight, nine, ten
watching the road from my balcony
listening to the drone of motor machines
I feel empty,
but am I not, constantly?
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
Cracked sienna and burnt umber bark
on trees fuzzy with blue green lichen,
like the stark, leafless, winter clothes,
of Highgate’s denizens.
Hazel branches stripped bare by squirrels
a foodless frosty park,
it’s Victorian bowling green surrounded
by golden paths and benches is
wild, broken, neglected
grass and concrete.
Exposed on the grass
a hungry squirrel gnaws her nut
sees danger and runs up a tree.
A dog barks and tries to climb,
loses interest,
and sniffs the inner city's air.
The park whimpers deprivation.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC
The cracked and umber, cyan, lichened bark,
its wintry deprivation echoes stark
impoverishment: the denizens live their
neglected, leafless lives, in Highgate Park.
The winter icy earth’s, anaemic fare,
enough for hungry birds and squirrels, there
is insufficient food for bigger beasts,
who huddle, famished, in the frosty air.
A grassland’s faded, green, uncut, now greets
all walkers down its dwindled concrete streets,
replacement for old honeyed flags: new flaws
displacing golden pathways, lined with seats.
The squirrel, hungry in the cold still gnaws
her nuts: she holds the winter food in claws,
and quickly looks for danger, then a pause,
and runs, avoiding snapping canine jaws
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
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often i am retrodden after passing a lengthy sleep battle
day following day i wake in and out loftily bobbing
nodding into conversation and durring out
like a tiny failing electric fan
struggling to appear present and take part
then whirring into a congested cumulus
a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee
she dribbles her features into her colourful lap
her words become a slury chum of incoherence
(she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her
she may upon a whim form another person altogether)
i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature)
the opposing to what may seem
this fella supports my depressions feature being
and monitor's my decline
fleshed out to drain me
whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision
shaking in a drabby coat and baring its dumbed face
i'm turned inward on drooping wealth
and rot in the anxious conglomeration
a distracted reality from reality already conquered
flagged and declared ;
the phony thing that's real
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC
We are
Born and bred
Into a life of dread.
We are oblivious
To concept,
Shaken by
Small upset.
We rely
On a human touch,
To feel at ease,
A pure ecstasy
To us.
A gentle hold,
Small movement
To and fro.
Whispers of gold,
From the depths
Of a human soul.
But we grow
And learn of self
Love,
Yet still yearn
For human touch.
But some
Do not recieve.
They must suffer
Neglect,
Lack of affection,
As one to another
Is hurt by rejection.
How purity
Is seen as weak,
Bleak,
And tossed by authority.
A desire so
Ravenous,
Brushed away
By whom we thought
Established us.
For one cannot live
In this manner of such,
As a soul becomes empty
Without the human touch.
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
Thoughts that drift off into thoughtless.
Thoughtless,
I'm lost to the the darkness
I have no feeling
Deaf, blind, mute, tasteless seething
I'm lost, but I'm believing
Believing?
Oh yes, I'm still believing in you.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 11:11 AM UTC
exhaustion
drifting through our days
taping eyes open
shaking ourselves awake
all this starvation and deprivation
of today's nation
yearning for another minute of shut-eye
while staying up staring at screens
late at night
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 1:45 PM UTC
Ugly ugly ugly
I can only assume
How you think of me
While I lay naked in our room
I'm hungry
Starving
For a touch
Of strength and admiration
Ugly ugly ugly
This is deprivation
Ugly ugly ugly
I beg to please you
Every touch seems new
4 years of cold
I've been waiting in our room
Ugly got ugly
And I'm only left to assume
Ugly ugly ugly
Your attraction to me is doomed
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC
it's nothing like they painted in the books,
this thing we call home
where hearts and souls roam;
only throats constantly hanging on hooks
hand in hand at dinner tables, praying;
but what they forgot
was pleading with God
for some patience at 6 in the morning
no laughing under the bright christmas trees,
warm conversations,
pointing stars til dawn;
only tighter grips for a hug and kiss
is it me or them or the books that's wrong?
is home even real,
or a far fetched dream?
because this place feels very far from home
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
I was not fed love on a silver spoon
Never have I ever tasted it
Thus, many questions runs in my mind
All due to curiosity of deprivation
Did love tasted sweet? was it addictive?
Was it never bitter to the taste?
I am clueless of it, for I was neglected
I grew not knowing how love tasted when spoon fed
But all this is a thing of the past now
A yesterday's misery
A mind once hungry of information
It is nothing but an unfortunate memory
Now I have learned to lick it off a knife
The taste of sweet love along with my blood
The pain is mixed with pure ecstasy
I savor it and close my eyes, I dream of heaven
It has became my new drug
I care not for myself as long I could taste love
This is the only self-destruction I have wished for
I accept it wholly, I give my heart to it
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 3:21 AM UTC
When sad, empty eyes chance to rest upon
Other eyes fixed in a hopeless gaze,
What sweet fantasies overrun the mind--
Navigating love's enchanting maze
How the pulse quickens when love is the prize,
Like dried kindling, hope begins to burn;
But what pain when one heart greedily feasts,
And for the other shows no concern
What a dilemma when only one heart
Lights the darkness with love's burning flame;
Merciless anguish does not spare the rod
When Love's endeavor is put to shame
For what is the mainstay of caring hearts
If not love that's given in return?
Just as a candle's flame must extinguish
When there remains no wick left to burn
I've heard it said love begets love, and yet
Love's hunger still courses through my veins;
So my starving heart forages for crumbs
In Love's graveyard of decaying remains
Unrequited love always takes its toll --
A forbidding toll each heart must pay;
Love cannot survive without sustenance,
Weakened by neglect, it fades away
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
You don't talk
but your eyes speak
Powerful words
that make me weak
I miss your touch
it has been a week
This sensory punishment
is your worst technique
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:10 AM UTC
You are not like the rain
You never teased my skin
Planting ideas in my head
That grew roots in my heart
The acid Dripping from your tongue,
You burnt me.
The storm raged
The waters haven't calmed since.
I felt love, I Feel love, I bleed hurt
And long for a tsunami
To sweep me from this nightmare.
Come back
Break my skin
Please
Show me what it feels like to love again.
Let me dance in the toxicity
And bathe in the poison
Your scent
Your fumes
Paint
Dirt
Home
A fresh rain falls
I'm drawn back in
Let me drown
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
Missed an hour
No problem
Missed 3 hours
That's a problem
At risk of disease
Not good
I've caught a cold
It's not even winter
Forgot something
What day is it?
Need to visit my grandpa
Hopped in the vehicle
Woke up
To shattered realization
If only I slept
At a daily rhythm
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
She likes to walk naked
along the midnight river
for there is a nightmare
denying her sleep
She´s trying to drown it
in depths of the water
but all the drowned fears
keep living indeed
Like moon to the sky
she keeps coming back
a figure of an angel
a statue made of steel
She parleys with her demons
to call off their threats
In clothes she was born with
her soul comes out to heal
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
if i put the same effort into getting out of bed that i do
starving myself
i would be so progressive
im gonna pass out
you dont look too good
i see it in your face
i havent been to school in 3 weeks because
getting out of bed is too hard
so i lay there
depriving my dog of playtime
and walks
so i could sulk in isolation
skipped work to nap
i cannot move
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
He prowls,
loose and deadly,
fears,
light and hungry.
But they don't tell him,
NO,
they don't tell
if they're laughing
or crying.
(Aren't they moving their mouths?)
He pleads,
flailing,
wanting to fail,
but he warns them, still,
(Why aren't you afraid?)
they don't stop him.
He should run,
save them.
(Please listen!)
He can't,
and black shields him.
(Stop hurting me.)
Void and
blinding
and gone,
he stands,
towers.
(Don't look at me.)
There are strands
on his fingers,
pulling the bones,
digging,
gripping,
touching,
(Tasting?)
next to nothing
around him,
and black pierces,
picks him.
(Where did they go?)
He hears them part,
then gnashes them,
gnaws them,
his snarls beg from them,
(Where did you go?)
and it panics,
urges,
burrows
in skin
(Get out of my ears.)
They sicken his eyes,
cover them,
throw them,
(Get out of my ears.)
sense leaves him with nothing.
As nothing,
he stands,
(Move.)
he prowls,
(Move.)
loose,
(Move me.)
deadly,
(Make me.)
and fears,
(Warn me!)
light,
(Me.)
and hungry.
;Narcissist.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
dark purple
under my eyes
tired
not a surprise
goosebumps
i wish i was warm
hopefully
i'll get swallowed by the swarm
i've been deprived
of sleep at night
i've been deprived
of you holding me tight
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Guilt of lack of sleep
makes me decide to go to bed early,
Guilt of lack of accomplishments
makes me unable to sleep thinking about it,
Guilt of sleeping in and time wasted
makes me put 3 alarms at 6:01 am, 6:02 am, and 6:05 am,
Guilt of my emotions eating me up,
makes me unable to get up even when Im wide awake,
It turns out that guilt is the only thing I accomplish, allow to eat my day up, and yet can't decide on lacking.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC