"dehydrates" poems
There is something about being numb that is addicting
It is, sometimes, the only real way to not feel the pain
There is numbing medicine that we have all heard of
Anaesthesia, which means 'loss of sensation'
It is used to induce sleep, which prevents pain and discomfort
We have no problem with people using this to numb
Alcohol is my anaesthesia
It numbs my body, it numbs my mind
It pulls me into another time zone where the hands on the clock move faster
But everything else around you moves slower
All you can do is focus on the next drink coming
Rather than the pain being inflicted on you that made you go out in the first place
We all are addicted to numbing
Some sleep, some get drunk, some get high,
We all cannot deny the sweet flavor of feeling nothing
The needle piercing your skin but only feeling the cold, not the sting
The liquor scratching itself down your throat but loving the burn
Igniting a wild fire in your mouth, going down a slope rubbed with gasoline
Numbness is an obsession
There's something so beautiful in the art of forgetting things
Even if it only be for a few hours
Alcohol dehydrates you, leaving you dizzy with a mind like a static TV
I would rather feel empty from alcohol
Than empty in the bed that we used to sleep in together
I would rather be numb in a bed next to a boy that I do not know
Rather than feeling all the glass I've stepped on walking away from you pressing into my skin while lying in bed alone
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
If I were a glass jar
I would overflow with a shyness
Such a shyness that stunts my growth
Blocking the sun never letting me blossom
From the tiny seed I am,
Into a large oak tree that towers over the shyness
Like a cockroach never dying always dismaying
I will always remain the tiny seed inside that glass jar
Until the seed dehydrates into death
And the jar shatters
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
You think you are the sun divine
I look at you and you multiply
I’m hungry but I can’t eat
Give me those eyes will you
My best friend, I was so afraid
Lay beside you, your body like a warm sandy beach
My body like washed up **** trying to get free
I was looking for salvation in the rock pools
Little snails and ***** would cling and pick at me
Til I finally gave in
You turned me evergreen
How long til the moon pulls you away
Leaves me to rest again, dehydrates me into a skeleton serene
How long til your silky arms stretch out again
And tickle me into an object of a lust, desires obscene
I feel you close
Like echoes in a tunnel seeming to whisper in your ear
But you’ve a long way yet to grow
And know just what this strange **** craves
It isn’t simple as giving orders, or showering me with delight
The heart of the matter lies in the murky deep,
The root causes the illness I wear from head to feet
Dissolve me in heavy salt and weightless oil
Purify me on mountaneous rock
Shake me in the willows endless, indifferent sorrow
Throw me away to make sure I’m for keeps
And maybe then after years of struggle
Summers burnt and winters melted,
I will still play my vengeful game and give you eyes that say
“I’m better, you will never win.”
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
...
I say, it's a blending of many colors, pale and bold
not all beginnings are really green and gold
others begin with hazelwood...grayish, almost pale
freshens up, when the winds are in one's sails
things turn green with aspirations...
golden.....when ripe with expectations
going brighter, like red-yellow flames, in a live kiln,
fueled, fiery confidence...burning within.
Middle parts are the most illuminated ones
the brightest hours...of afternoon sun...
could be radiant yellow...perchance, tangerine,
shifting to burnt orange...a bronzed sky...when
perspectives change..and feisty fellows start to mellow
blaring red turns coffee brown...fading colors follow,
we don't want it, but gloom visits ...trailed by fears
all become pale, when days get doused with tears.
Endings are often called, night...or dusk
horizons could be stilled, shaded gray, or black,
darkened even more by impatience and waiting...tedium
dehydrates the body and soul....ending up consumed,
others look up to a starry sky, denim, or indigo blue,
anxious with a coming.....twilight? or gray morning?
that day, when some go to a blood red sea...seething,
where unforgiving, indifferent winds are the ones blowing
where many voices bellow...begging, but in vain.
for some, dark magically turns to a blinding sun,
when it's time for them...to cross over,
the other side beckons...waiting, is finally over.
Sally
Copyright July 9, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
She's fertile in the desert heart,
An oasis in the heat,
The palms bow in her honour,
Her ripples travel gently,
Silver sunshine sparkles,
A mirage of fantasy.
Death became some who sought her out,
The unlucky victims of the desert,
Pyrexial desert dehydrates those looking for summer fun,
"Shush," can you hear them, those snorts of grumbling camels.
What a godsend,
That oasis in the burning sand!
It's really there,
You sink to your knees and drink!
(C) Livvi
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I hear it echo
deep beneath
like water that drips
one drop at a time
into a quiet cavern.
Echoes turn to rhythm
and I am filled
with a familiar melody
as I blink, walk, and breathe to the beat.
Sung from underwater,
it can exhilarate me
conjure up feelings of
dance and storm;
but mostly it exhausts me
dehydrates me,
and I am pulled under.
What used to seem like momentum
I hear like dragging feet
and the drips do less to complement
than to contrast
the storm I once could taste.
I know that I am the ocean
but with waves that tire
the current can be lost.
Sometimes I feel like the drop
dripping over and over again
and I am futile, worthless.
Sometimes I feel like the cavern
empty and waiting,
absorbing more than I contribute
and wasting time.
But I have learned
by sinking and racing
(and failing at both)
that often the best thing to do
is just to float,
and listen.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
I will always have the fear of love
.
A fear of relationships and love tends to be deep-rooted,
and be connected to a fear that love hurts (quotes)
The heartbreak, the intimacy of knowing, that they were there
And now they are in the arms of another,
Doing the things that they had promise to us
Like loving us to death, while opening mortal wound:
Death ends a life, not a relationship>” Mitch Albom
What is lovely never dies, but passes into another loveliness
I hate my x, but not his offspring,
I love coke- cola but not the caffeine
I love *** but not the togetherness:
I will always have the fear of love,
But I will always remember that one kiss,
The last goodbye, but his first hello
That look in his eyes, the day I saw him cry
I won’t apologize for guarding my heart
My expectations, of him shatters us
(My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. Luke 3:15)
I shall not be afraid to walk the street alone
Without his hands in mine, or his comforting words
At the stop light, “please wait before we cross”
But I still have the fear of love for the mortal man
He oppresses, dehydrates and ever suffocates us (quotes)
However, God’s love never fails us:
I shall always distance myself from love
Even many might say that love is life,
And life is worth living without that kind of love.
I shall never tremble again, nor grip my heart
Because love had disappointed me
My love for them is real, they love for me is about the money,
,
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 2:22 PM UTC
Moist in there giving,
but woeful are the
dewdrops that evaporate
clinging to verses.
Momentary metaphors dispersing
before others acknowledgment
of there potential.
But still clinging to dawns perception.
Reading between every analogy,
That all that dehydrates can sew new seeds.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
I am an idea
But I'm just a nobody
Taken with a grain of salt
I cause you to pucker
As the electrolyte
Dehydrates
Your sense of reality
Its fabric
Ripples and waves
At my intrusion
Into the certainty
Of your world
Leaving behind ghastly
Spectres
Embattled within
A war they cannot win
Nor hope to escape
As my identity
Crushes the prominent
Ignorance
Which fears wisdom
Above all else
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Oh to feel the sun on my face,
Makes my world feel a better place ,
Gentley warming my insipid skin,
After a winter of living within,
Central heating dehydrates,
Hot climates it cannot emulate,
Of course it's bad for us they say,
I'll take my chances anyway,
So I will just sit and enjoy the sun,
When it's not shining out my ***
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Your words become waves
As they gently kiss the barriers of my mind,
I've always admired the stillness of the ocean
As it carries cowardly sailors back to shore,
For the depths of my ocean dehydrates weak minds
And drowns those who swim with closed eyes,
But I like how your words tip toe when you speak
I often wonder about the fragile thoughts your lips will never mutter,
But I will remain wading
For the day you'll skinny dip
Your way into my ocean,
Till then I'll admire your presence
On your midnight walks as you visit my shore.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Drip drip,
Rivulets,
Swarming silver drops,
Like rivets on cold metal,
But you are hot.
Perspiring,
Burning,
Crazy lady runs,
Chasing her own 24 inch waist,
Fighting fat.
Lycra leotard,
Labelled,
Fashionista fitness fetish,
Wanting every eye to desire her,
Dehydrates,
Sizzles,
Drizzled,
Expires.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Boredom strikes notes of rhythm.
Monotony drags everyone into trance.
Blazing heat dehydrates the body,
but the insecure mind remains untouched.
The staircase is the same
and the number of steps
remain unnoticed.
Passion disperses into
the heap of dry leaves
people from the past
revisit through memories.
sunlight disappears into the night
tube-light keeps me awake
murky ponds of sarcasm
now lay dry, parched.
Within the vacancies
left behind by silent
awakenings I seem
to linger on in hopeless
hope tasting every ounce
of sour juice of pain
experiencing thrills
though pain remains
engraved in my soul
I do realize suffering
is still just a choice,
an option that has now
withered away , watered
by smiles.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC