#feed
These tears hold no meaning,
They just keep on shedding,
Like the rain droplets-
When its dripping.
Not because of a thunderstorm,
Or even a windstorm,
It's just a feeling,
Neither its like fuming,
Neither its like vexing
They call it anger,
When it's only fear.
They see a storm,
But I see a maelstrom,
A feeling far more complicated,
Where it feels like-
Escaping unnoticed.
A pain that built up for so long
Inside this soul-
it stays prolonged.
Nor can it be faced,
Nor can it be forgotten.
So it's just a feeling,
Harder to understand for them
And so, these tears-
hold no meaning,
For these living beings,
Who don't know ,
the story of these antsy feelings
.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 5:31 AM UTC
"Whatever we convey to you,
You think we're lying,
Better get real familiar cause loose ends are tying,
They love politics and the underlying,
You understand the half without innersighting,
Better get acquainted with the chakra finding,
Lacking discipline, cut out all that trauma dumping,
They tried to block the energy , there is no stopping,
Collecting all the data that they store like shopping"....
(full poem in link below)
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC
sunday on a saturday afternoon
fills my lungs with soda taste longing
flinging through words never said
to spit out of my head
here i lie on the bedding
sunday comes around
to feed me to the ground
silence waits til i turn to say ‘i found you’
saturday sun on a sweet afternoon
week full, ate up my work til i threw up on you
what was that last thing we spoke about?
like,
just wait til it ends
just wait til it ends
sun sat day to wait til it ends
and then you know like
it starts on a friday night
we’ll tie our hands together
over our new tv
we’ll watch the stories as they play
of a life worth living past sunday
life worth living past sunday
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
Taking all of my hunger
In the palm of my hand
I carry it with me
From the sea to the sand
.
I curl every finger
To a fist in my gut
Feeding it anger and
Sadness and glut
.
The more that I fed her
The more Hunger grew
Seeking and wanting
Far more than I knew
.
The bigger she got
The more her bite stung
Until all left of me
Was teeth, blood and tongue
.
And all that I ate
Turned right to dust
I desired no food
But wanted to lust
.
I wanted to crave
I sought to suffer
Because that state was easy
But living was rougher
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
Sometimes you
Decide to
Have a really big meal
Then proceed
To not eat
For the next eight
Hours right?
It's not that you can't wait
But the faintest smell
Of food might
As well
Knock you out.
It isn't about
Being physically
Full, correct me
If I'm wrong
But going too long
Without anything
Would bring
About the strongest's doom.
(No, food here
Is not the elephant in the room.)
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC
I sit in this empty room
But I'm not the only one in here
I went and let my demons out
They produce then they feed on my fear
Been here many times before,
More times than I can ignore
I won't shed another wasteful tear
What good's all this crying for?
Both my tear ducts are sore
And it's the same year after year after year
©2024
Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 12:34 AM UTC
Last thing you have to do,
in your bag of things you have
in mind, that must be done, before
finality sets all you lived for
in allegorical stone, for
example, ensample
being subtil until
the inside out
recognition
set the next generation straight,
using ancient innocent Disneyifity.
Tinker's solder dam seen into once,
and being seen seeing, the seer chose
to loose the reason we've begun choosing
from nothing, something everything is made
from or of or in or on or a gross or so more
pre-positioning facts,
every where we look,
there it is, nothing is impossible
to do right. On the last try, you die.
Guaranteed.
………
Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 11:40 PM UTC
It'll speak to you when you wake
Thus I wallow long in bed
Till I hear and duly feed
Then I'll rise and eat the cake
It'll speak to you when you wake
Even at times before bed
Then you're waiting as dawn peeks
To run with no time for cake
It'll speak to you when you wake
But ignore it before bed
In nightmares it'll haunt your sleep
Till you walk and forgo cake
It'll speak to you when you wake
Why study when time for bed
Books are weary but sleep's sweet
Thus you'll eat and keep the cake
It'll speak to you when you wake
If not you'll despise your bed
To roam and ceaselessly seek
For real food and not the cake
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:07 PM UTC
I belong
To the roses blooming with elegance,
The birds song yearning for love,
The spring singing the song of life,
The dawn declaring a new beginning,
The moon shining on lovers’ footsteps.
I Belong
To the cry of the suffering souls,
The dish that feeds the hungry stomaches,
The sacred justice that was crucified,
The whispers of my mother’s prayer.
I Belong,
To the kind words that sooth other’s pains,
The random acts of kindness,
The hearts that are full of compassion,
The idea that plant seeds for positive change,
I Belong,
To the hope of all of humanity,
The inventor of all of the infinite beauty,
The beautiful song of all of creation,
The God of the whole universe.
Hussein Dekmak
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 12:23 AM UTC
Hades 12
Grrrr! I am the Nemosaur!
Nemosaur ************
Gonna eat you alive and **** the marrow from your bones.
I'll bight off your toes like munching sweets.
**** your brain outa your skull, slowly.
Bit by bit you cease to exist.
Eaten alive by the Nemosaur.
What bit next?
Vertebrae squash time till your two feet tall, a ****** dwarf meal.
All mine!
Nemosaur is hungry.
Slowly I cut into your fat belly and drink milky white fat.
Then I uncoil your intestines bit by bit, I can taste your last meal.
Yum!
Now the insides.
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 12:44 AM UTC
I say I don't care
Laugh at problems like it's fine
Masking hurt I feel
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC
The fang of a vampire sinks in deep
Blood of the body against her teeth
That piercing sensation as she drains
The collar of my shirt soaked in blood stains
That weakened feeling I feel stumbling around
With the world around me swirling around
My hunger has altered into a crave
The old me has met an early grave
I can hear the hearts pulsing and pounding
The smell of fresh bait in the surrounding
I can't escape the hunger pains
As thirst for blood runs deep in my viens
I no longer use a fork when I eat
Because the blood of another taste so sweet
I've slept through the day I must feed tonight
But I must resume my slumber when the sun beams bright
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
A poet
doesn't make poetry
to feed the imagination
It makes it
to speak like air
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
Seen in the distance,
beauty glistened
though ocean waves..
"Help me please,
She smiled,
as she dragged him under...
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Death is beauty,
as the rose atop of death
feeds on the nourishment of
an empty shell.
Even though its petals decay,
its reaches higher
than the tomb
to bring life crimson to the surface.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
From the womb of Coronavirus,
Comes the birth of a new human with a noble cause, a new purpose, a Renewed vision, and a new mentality, one that:
Listens to cries of the people, and lift their spirits.
Sheds tears over the innocent lives claimed.
Values close family ties, friendship, and recites a wishful prayer to
Alleviate the suffering of distressed souls.
Protects the elderly, takes care of their neighbor, shares meals with the Hungry, and renders services to others, expecting nothing in return.
The birth of a new human,
Who thinks, breathes, speaks and acts with kindness ,
Who’s molded from humility,
With a mind full of reflection, and a
Soft heart encompassed with love!
Hussein Dekmak
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
we're stopping to breathe
vampires and zombies
have come to eat...
you don't know joe
you don't know sue
what's going to be:
let me tell you:
some human stew
ain't nothing new
to dem creatures
you're just a feature
a gimmick
some meat
has to be in it
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
If we ate the rich
We could build playhouses from their bones
Paint fairytales onto marrow
Watch our children dig pixie dust from the grooves
Charleston to their windchime laughter
If we ate the rich
We could pave roads with their teeth
Crushed into twinkling mosaics
Speed in glee down the polished calcium roads
Walk on blooms of gold and lilac at sunset
If we ate the rich
Their skin could line our altars
Or catch the heat slipping through our walls
To warm our hearts or frozen feet
Whichever love was needed most
If we ate the rich
And cleaned our teeth for ligaments
And spat out the fatty gristle
And when all that remained of the last billionaire
Were just an eyesocket and some coins
We could sit back,
Minds and bellies full to the brim,
Fragmented bourgeoisie burps ringing, melodious,
And laugh at those who claimed, in the old days,
"You can't eat money".
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
He walks the end of the pier, alone
No home to go to,
A ghost in ragged clothes
Passing among the crowds,
Unseen and unheard
But he always feeds the gulls,
Their noisy raucous squabbling
Over a few scraps of bread,
Reminds him of how unhappy
All these tourists really are,
Pretending to enjoy their holiday
Kidding themselves they are free.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC