"dehydrate" poems
His fingertips are doused in gasoline,
setting fire to everything he sees.
Each object he touches,
all the memories collected,
ash away and fall to crimes.
He's got eternal flames inside him,
and yet his eyes remain dimmed and submissive.
He's fragile and fractured,
and as his last heart string crackled,
you could see the hope unlit.
Fires and unsettling demons
are all he even seems to remember.
He might try and set his body ablaze,
to calmly dry off that crying pain,
sadly sticks and stones withhold his embers.
He won't die, but he can't learn,
the anguish manipulated to feed a burn.
His life was hanging in a balance of dry anger,
rather the deployment of washing hurt again,
he thought would dehydrate its annual return-*
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
With a single
glance
you make me sweat--
your sticky breath
dances
melodically with every swagger
of your step.
You chronically
dehydrate
my thoughts--
ironically inspiring me
to bathe in refreshing
conscience streams
that are not mine.
I want to taste
the salty Sahara sands
between your toes
to feel what it's like this close
to the sun--
concealed by the burning
Shisha smoke you breathe
with such control into your soul.
For one steamy night
I want to be the wind
igniting--brightening--heightening
those burning embers in your eyes
watching you slither,
as if an ice cube touched your spine.
I want white light smiles
to scar our faces
the next morning,
disfiguring our charred
hearts--
our ashes scattered
by the wind from the burning
building we've collapsed.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
Does it sting you if I tell you, you're a ****** a thief, and a liar by association?
Sure you've been convicted and you wear your prison tags with pride
This is not a tale, this is not for your entertainment, I'm talking about you!
Wearing your abercrombie and fitch, am I interrupting the call on your iphone!
Sure what you buy has been cleansed to hide the stench of blood and sweat
Do you know where it's made? Do you care about those who made it?
Think you got it bad? Wait until you see factory workers cry!
They can't because their tears dehydrate their malnourished bodies
Your thinking its alright to be at ease, better think twice
Panic, your self-preservation is not safe, your body's agency will soon give way
Living in ghettos, urban centers, metropolises, seeking comfort among congestion
Depositories for the excesses of humanity, fresh produce scarce, drugs plenty
Commercial, social, fashion districts hiding alley ways and misery
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
it's been thirty seven days
since we last spoke and the
only reason i know is because
that's how many packs of cigarettes
I've forced into my lungs
i drank an entire liquor store out
just to feel your bitter kisses burn
my lips and dehydrate my heart the
way you would rip me apart and leave
me to wither away in the dark night
i've gotten an inhaler just so i could
pump your heartbeat into my chest
to feel alive because this feeling is
so **** ******* suffocating and im
dying im dying imdyingimdying
please send help
please don't leave
please love me
please
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
My heart skips like a rock across the river filled in my sorrows
I'm down today, but there's hope for tomorrow
This hope lets me cope like its dope and I'm a fiend
Each ripple of a wave shows me the way
Taking me, making my mental depression raise
And in the breeze that kisses my tear streaked face
I find a glimmer of a smile the dawning of a new day
A day that dissolves anguish and brings an abundance of happiness
Like hot chocolate deep in winters mist
I find that I'm deep within these myths
Buried in lies beyond lies, I've tried and I've tried
Floundering time after time
Sinking deep until the bottom was my place to hide
Struggling for air, lungs unable to rise
Weight of burdened waters and tides
Until in the darkness I chose to swim and rise
The time is now determination fills my eyes
Thru pain comes happiness I have come to realize
Press to the top this Ian my life and my sunrise
I am the drive train in the machine that motivates me
The I in the team that solely consist of me
Like a beam of light it strikes me
Profusely enlightens me ,
Adjust my contrast and brightens me
No longer will I huddle in the dark acquiescly
Eloquence bubbles up inside of me
Hope serenades from within
As an illuminating light in my eyes begins
I can see now the fantastical future depends
On where I lay my burdens and my sins
I chose to be free, live my life, plant seeds
And allow destiny to drive and fulfill my needs
As I cry out the pain Heaven has heard my pleads
The anguish washed away, my soul no longer bleeds
My Utopia awaits, this cages bird is freed
Its times flee and gambol
No longer gambling on the shadows
Luminaries of the sky let me spread my wings and fly
Nature lifts me high, the birds chirp hi, as they gracefully fly by
I can't fathom the fugacious elegance so prevalent
With great relevance to my contentment with life
No longer with I struggle or strife
I'll dehydrate my eyes no longer will I cry
Time is ineffable so I'll pay no mind,
To the hands that control the lie
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
I am the product of two naked bodies
That no longer intertwine but are now
Only seen as broken vacant homes and empty parking lots.
I grew up in shells as big as mountains and bathed in salt water tears of grief
Hoping that my loose skin would hold tight and dehydrate
And then maybe for once I could put my thoughts aside and sleep at night.
I've been haunted my whole life except when I close my eyes and dream of you and all soft and vibrant things that relate to you.
My body is a broken vessel that I've been piecing together by other broken shipwrecks and tattered rags that I'm still learning how to use.
I'll keep on drowning because you sailed away with my heart and I was never good at swimming from the start.
The machines in my mind are getting tired of the dreams where you and I are on rocks and we intertwine with veins like naked bodies that are only seen as broken vacant homes.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
You were an exquisite boy, or so I thought. You looked past normalcy in individuals & dug around in their chests for something to cling to. I saw a light in you. I'm guessing because you came from a far off place. A place I hadn't known to be tainted & hollow. I looked to you for answers. Answers you didn't have. I looked to you for safety. And a safe place, you weren't. Nights were spent indulging in music I had never heard, & sewing my skin back together in rows. It's hard to let go of the one who reminded you to drink. But eventually you just left me to dehydrate. It's for the better, I know. It was self destruction honestly. & although I no longer romanticize this silence, I will always love the boy who loved me when I was sad.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
Little molly who
the little white pill
crave and rave
dance all night
*** into the light
makes it feel right
the ******* night
they all live for
dehydrate all week
eat with the meek
dream of that molly night
throughout the week
and crave for the rave
they strive all night
or
end up in a fight for their life
Little molly who
the little white pill
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Coffee coffee a delacasy with a
tasty dehydrating quality
Farmers worked the feilds
where there once was a beautiful yield
Why the hell is my tongue all pasty
whatever cause that was Fuckn tasty
Chuck the paper cup, disrupt they all add up
bite your plastic shrunken lid lip
take it, grind it, its best brewed with a slow drip
this thing we speak of, it desires
the minds insatiable crazy love fires
Black or cream and with a little sugar
to some its a dream
ya sure theres water or h2o in there
but the caffine doesnt discriminate or even care
Substance abuse
people and nature swinging from a noose
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
He sprinkles salt in my wounds, gently, as every word digs deeper and deeper
He deprives my life of flavor, saving it like ammo for the next fresh water war
He buries me in a pile of crystals
Shining, sparkling, dazzling, until they dehydrate every ounce of ambrosial hope
He throws salt over his shoulder for 'good luck', leaving anything and everything behind him burning, withering
Like binging and purging, the ocean rolling in and out, he's suffocating me under what he claimed was sugar
Like the mastermind behind water-boarding, he jerks me left and right, pure and tainted, innocent and soiled
He promises that this time it's Confectioner's
He promises the water he's leading me to is fresh
But every time it's salt
And I'm the definition of insane, constantly falling for the same look in his eyes, the same half smile
And every grain is one hundred lies,
And every grain brings another ten-year war
Sodium chloride might as well be cyanide
Simple table salt bottles may as well be containers of gunpowder
We're fighting through the desert, sand turned into his favorite compound
We're losing, bleeding, lacerated, with only his promises as bandages
I'm betrayed by my own body, as I wipe my tears and realize their chemical makeup
I'm trying to explain why I panic if my dish is too salty, why I panic if I'm near the ocean
I'm rebuilding my pallet, substitution after substitution
I'm learning to use other spices
I'm remembering the taste of a simpler world.
I'm washing over my scars with water I filtered myself.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
you turned me into ....
into an anxious person
passive aggressive
trembles at your absence
screaming your name
now I'm a scary puppy
licking my wounds
going around in circles
waiting for you to return
... your words
a gesture of love in your eyes
... to throw the ball
i wait ... and waiting I get weak
dehydrate me, I'm getting carbonized
my eyes are dry watching the window
my lashes fall
and my hands wrinkle
this time is cruel
makes me feel anxious, awkward, desperate
is like a tunnel crowded, which I can't leave
as tying the laces without hands
falling limply to the floor
without intermediaries
Here I'm
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Dehydrate my bones and
Sprinkle the crumbs over a deliciously
Warm winter dessert, creamy
In the centre like surprise ice
Floating above the tide.
Do I melt in your mouth
The way he did?
Your memories of me now are just
Strange dreams
That remind you of
My ashes.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
I am weeping for the trees
And for the grass, and for the flowers.
I am weeping for the souls
And the soulless, and the soulful.
When I tune my brain correctly
All I can feel is deep, throbbing, horrid pain.
And I wonder if anyone could feel the pain I feel,
Would they weep with me?
I feel the pain of the animals in the plants,
I feel their blood-curdling screams looping
Over and over until it's all I can hear.
I feel the abuse and depression in every creature who knows they will be violently slaughtered.
I feel the pain of mother nature.
She is asking, "why do you destroy the gifts I have given you?"
She is crying, "nobody is listening to my warnings,
The droughts, the storms, the disasters"
I feel the pain of human beings
I feel the pain they know not yet that they feel.
That each and every one of them is enslaved, bred, and controlled.
Maybe we aren't so different from the cattle on our plate.
I feel the pain of the creatures in the ocean
Who are lucky if they don't ingest poison early on in their lifetime,
Who are lucky if they don't get caught in plastic
Or in a net, to suddenly-slowly dehydrate and die.
I feel, mostly the pain of our creator,
Who goes by many different names.
That they created us to learn and grow, and love, and spread love
Yet, all anyone can focus on is their own gain.
I am weeping for the world
Because the weight is pushing down on me.
I am weeping for the souls
Who are overwhelmed by the pain and cry with me.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
The sun
The rain
The ocean
The clouds
Ferocity
Passion
Love
Thought
those beautiful things
they hurt the most
they burn, dehydrate, and blind us
they flood the land, and drown our people
they carry diseases, spread blights, batter our shores
they electrify us with their crashing waves
they **** ****** and maim
they ******* mutilate, and ****
they break, batter, and wound
they incapacitate, wrong, and hurt us
our mind, our bodies, our souls
they are malicious
they are pain
they are life
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
I make believe and always dream,
Of nothing practical except the mean,
In all those random thoughts,
From a kid being taught,
To a teenager wanting to forget,
To an adult holding no regret,
Falling down and breaking,
Holding my stomach aching,
Searching for some kind of relief,
Not sure what it is I seek,
A thrill falling from the sky,
Pushing buttons asking why,
The sounds I hear are there,
Wondering why I have fear,
Being strong and knowing when I'm wrong,
Making art through story and song,
Exercising to the point of exhaustion,
Unable to cast even notion,
Towards verbalizing perfect silence,
While keeping peace from violence,
A guardian for some,
Wanting to fight none,
Teaching others to be honest,
And life having plenty of test,
For everyone to pass,
While many speak crass,
I know what it is,
I want to say this,
I want love,
I've tried all the above,
I'm failing but not giving up,
Not now nor abrupt,
Will this stop,
A passion from the top,
Of my heart to the bottom of my soul,
I want to give you full control,
Some say foolish I may have to agree,
However I'd rather it be,
So I will keep on going,
Confessing to you and showing,
How much I want,
Until I taunt,
Myself of your dreams,
So our lives meet at the seam,
Connecting us like a zipper,
Fastening us to deliver,
Something new to this world,
Spin around and twirl,
With that beautiful figure,
Making life even bigger,
Then we could hope,
Of having a castle with a moat,
O' how I wish,
This were a dish,
That would be served,
O' how much you deserve,
Give me your hand,
Let's walk through the sand,
Counting the stars,
Where there's no pollution or cars,
I will go on forever,
Trying to be clever,
Enough to get your attention,
And will always continue to mention,
Every time I encounter you,
I like you,
And ask you out,
I'll even shout,
Til my veins dehydrate,
Til my heart fails to cooperate,
With my brain,
To the point my eyes rain,
That I'm no longer sane,
I will fill this pane,
Of shattering proportions,
A simple solution not an illusion,
A chance worth taking,
Don't you know I'm not faking,
My feelings are real,
I don't want to steal,
Your heart and break it,
I want to mend it,
From everyone who has,
In your past,
Let me be there,
I am one who cares,
Be my girlfriend,
I'll be your boyfriend
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 1:54 AM UTC
*Your need is a knife,
Sometimes a chainsaw.
It cuts at my shoulders,
The bones in my arms,
Some days it's quite greedy,
Wanting a share of my soul,
Dissecting a chamber or two
of my heart.
You eagerly want to drink my sanity,
To dehydrate me of any positivity,
Till life seeps through me and into you,
And osmosis makes us even,
Two distorted figures with no aim,
That's when you can sleep.
I'm afraid we can't both reside
in my fraying body,
You weigh a million unsaid words,
And my spine isn't strong enough
To keep pushing us through
your derailing paths.*
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
When copulating with a cadaver
Warm in a bath,with moisturiser slather
Its fine to cut a few new holes in
Providing once done you sew where you've been
They're better fresh unless you wish to gump
While they still have blood they give a better pump
To preserve like biscuits you'll need a cool dry place
And bodies dehydrate so you'll need botox for the face
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
uh im rude like awakening
knock those out who fakin' flakin'
like they frosted i leave ya exhausted
hard to see me when them black ants
crawlin' over eye visions cuz my visions
dehydrate your precisions
stingin' ya harder the bees like wind to breeze
ya cant slow me yall haters below me
bring force like kinobi just show me
yo head so i can fill it with led down goes yo bread
tears in the hearts of families fatalities bring joy to me
emcees beware ya in for a scare no truth or dare
pause ya like ya in a stare
first glare ya see im in ya shadows
check my plateau ruthless as Don Vito evils we see no
remorse for those who try to show
**out they *** we never chased the cash**
we burned out like brass true with me class
yall dont want no clash
dancin' with the titan fast as lightening
strike so compellin' enticin' frightening
no late night news can fused or abuse
our images we mass murderers lowerin' percentages
of those in advantage we bringin' mo' carnage
than the average savage live in havoc
dont thread the best unless ya wanna die like the rest
ease my stress with totes of canibus while yall diss
im chillin' like maximus
full potential we never been bought out chips just sought out
takin' over islands reestablish demands with illegal contrabands
one man stand
dont need no fan feel me i be the straight loco true colo
*** hole by nature too a few bites from forbidden manzana**
makin' miracles like ana
from lyrical content bites critics like piranhas sound the black madonna whos gonna?
**stop me once i began the tears so ***** *** commentators beware**
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
particles never stay in the same place.
you were a tin can but now you're a horse, running alone
tethered maybe to a burned up stable
but mostly a creature of fire, muscle, sweet speed sweat that
takes pause only to graze from the land.
you are a machine.
a machine that runs.
a running machine.
and you tried to change, didn't you?
saw a California sunset in a psychedelic silhouette,
grew legs and became a beast of the land.
there was a great plain with mountain frame but
your legs. your eyes. your tail your flies by god
if I could tame.
very few could love you but those that do,
will dehydrate, expire, at the mirage that rises
and fades with you from view.
you are a horse running alone and my
body aches to be the stream you drink from, to be the
sunset that gives you solace, if
ever you require some.
you are different now and I am the same shape,
dressed even as I was the day you left.
I want your love for me
to be the ruined running ground
beneath sweat soaked feet:
stable, and strong
then impermanent, and weak.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
You are the epitome of a Broken, masterpiece
A Happy little accident, like a Robert Ross Tree
To procrastinate would just dehydrate their fate
Riddled and widdled to core instincts so innate
Like when reincarnated DNA lays a dinosaur egg
Like someone offering you a hand when you need a leg
Like a slap in the face when you wanted a hug
Like a crap in the place, but right on your rug
My point is you're rare, so much so ...so much I just don't know or care, because such blind luck should appropriately just not give a **** or maybe give two...... and so the challenge lay at an absolute stalemate. Next time we shall both properly hydrate and then get in too mate and then hit the snooze and sleep in late...
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
An Apollonian
will dehydrate
swamp in
petri dish
if platitude
shall inhibit
crab to
crack shell
ramble in
vicissitude that
anymore is
congenial with
genesis rational
in mode
with a
seance inhabit
extreme viability.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
A million centipedes are crawling under my skin.
I've killed all the plants in my mind's garden.
Waterlogged with saline as I try to dehydrate my face.
But I'm not prepared when they come out to play.
They climb up the hypertrophic ladders on my skin.
Clawing at me while I rip off all their anthropomorphic legs.
They seep poison into my bloodstream that contaminates my brain.
It leaves me helpless.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
When I take my glasses off
When I stay up too late
When I don't drink enough water
My vision becomes blurry
When I take out my contacts
When I pull an all-nighter
When I dehydrate myself
My writing makes more sense
When I squint
When I wipe the tears from my eyes
When I put the drops in
The world I see hasn't changed
All that's changed
Is what I see of the world
And yet
No matter how much I
Blur, sharpen, obscure, or improve my vision
My feelings remain unclear to me
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC