"desiccating" poems
He was the ocean; handsome, but yet, Impulsively damaged. He had a sandy heart to correspond his sandy eyes, the moon dismantled that omitted pride he carried at a dead weight; shoveling and reshaping it, so people would see a sandcastle statue assembled in strength. But his washed-up soul and unannounced insecurities were aware of its genuine purpose,
this beach alongside his pupils;
quicksand, he'll sink so slowly in. Waves in his hair like ripples on his cheeks, skipping stones land at his defeat, he left notes in bottles for you, sank multiple ships for you, because he hasn't the heart to say he's desiccating with the arrival of the stars.. Retracting scars are not too far from gasps for air, foaming words of crisis by writing in the sand, signaling a light as the last one in him died. You wouldn't understand, the calm before the storm, as valve after valve puncture him. So intoxicating as it drains him, and from within, he's drying out. Sunburns stain him, a smile restrains him,
in an inescapable drought--
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
A mask is what you see
No one knows the real me
No not even I
No matter how I try
the rhymes can mask the pain
but i feel it everyday
trying to break its way
to the surface
and show that what you see
is not the real me
but a mask to cover up
the girl who is lost but,
the walls are holding strong
you cant hear her screams or song
sung painfully and slow
its depressing, i know,
but the truth is so much worse
than the mask you see first
so keep that mask in mind
when finally breaks the ryhme
broken, fading
faster
loosing control
desiccating
darkness consumes
falling
gone.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
I forgot you were there, hiding
under winter's slow, grisly grip
only ten days into spring
you made your return, myriad mounds
pocking my pastures
dead center, in one of your proudest heaps,
I teased you with sweet pear, just to see your ranting red industry
though a tiny roach occupied half your tugging army, its only crimes
being live birth and waddling through your masses
I forgot you were there
hunkered in the wet, wormed soil
patient, until ninety and one degrees brought you
to the desiccating ground
you had not forgotten me, had you?
for you sent a special sentry from your brigades to find my foot,
and welt it with a welcome back kiss
in tomorrow‘s heat,
after the soldier’s scratching, martyred memory fades,
I will forget again, though winter
never does
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Thought of you spills
like the sea caught in a steel tumbler
Each time strangers speak your name
And the cigarette smoke that is seeping
a chosen death through my lungs
Cannot quench you.
This is sweet pain:
sweet and desiccating, all plum stone, apricot seed
Patterns in the dark are drawn and
the world turns like roasting corn upon the coals of magical machines
and everyone is being pulled, heartstrings looped and
knotted together in golden electric lines
Such states crave ending in love and light. Something wholesome, mild and true.
Yet one thought stays splinter-wise:
I cannot reach you...
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
with a hole in my heart
I have to take care
not to let all the love spill out
desiccating a young heart before its time,
even if borrowed and not returned before it's due
whenever that will be.
don't tell life's librarian
even if it's overdue
there are things I'd still like to see
places I'd still like to go
so I don't feel like I'm waiting for the hangman
to finish his merit badge for one handed knot tying
which will take long enough
if not forever, I hope.
though stumbling up the gallows steps
I will have been to several mountain tops
and will have seen several lands of promise
and though I will not make it elsewhere with you
you've filled the hole in my heart
long enough
for me to get this far
though it's never far enough.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
Thoughts, like the shadows of clouds
That pass below you
Pass above me:
White heat blaring like telephone wire buzzing,
Control box popping
Everything I own
Has been bleached by the sun.
My legs keep up with the crickets
Crescendo desiccating the atmosphere
Incessant buzzing, that telephone wire.
Molecules reverberating around my eye sockets
Hollow ear bones click and chatter.
There is a language here
Unbeknownst to any welded frame
Human or just wavelength
The last breath of Something we all hope for
Transpires on the air--
Air like bathwater.
We assume the return of everything.
CO2 in our lungs, sleep, the seasons
But one day these things will not arrive.
One day, Spring will not show up.
I can't help but feel
I am coming into something.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
There sat she
Under the canopy
Of bright sunlight
Breaking stones
Ceaselessly
The lord of the skies
At its ruthless best
Scorching vegetation
Desiccating the living
Shriveling all in sight
But her.
She selected
and picked
placing it on a larger one
Her hammered hand moved
Quelling obstinate protests
Smashing to bits those
that rolled off the pile.
Perseverance
Till the last one
meets its fate.
As the day progressed
What burnt harder?
The sun
her body,
her hunger fires!
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
A rivulet penetrates the surface,
sustaining a desiccating thing.
A slanted ray
awakens a dormant seed.
A dropped morsel
nourishes a starving creature.
None is significant
Each is
A whispered hope
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
The bones of our friendship accuse me,
brittle; not gleaming, dull and dry, resonant of forgetfulness
their facticity desiccating, chipping, drifting
into obscure cracks in the ossuary of recollection.
Each mute bone is a stick upon taught silence
rat-tat-tatting a twisting wheezing death roll
bones drumming for an audience of none,
echoing through the past,
oblivious to the cadence of the living.
There is no salvation from the wheel.
You turn and spin,
a constellation in my memories.
Rat-tat-tat
Amogasidi!
Do not be deterred.
Align the maze.
Open the door from Samsara!
Rat-tat-tat.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
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The bones of our friendship accuse me,
brittle; not gleaming, dull and dry, resonant of forgetfulness
their facticity desiccating, chipping, drifting
into obscure cracks in the ossuary of recollection.
Each mute bone is a stick upon taught silence
rat-tat-tatting a twisting wheezing death roll
bones drumming for an audience of none,
echoing through the past,
oblivious to the cadence of the living.
There is no salvation from the wheel.
You turn and spin,
a constellation in my memories.
Rat-tat-tat
Amogasidi!
Do not be deterred.
Align the maze.
Open the door from Samsara!
Rat-tat-tat.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
archangels banish the devil
in the depths of your heaven
like a non-violent exorcism
the likes of which I haven't witnessed
sentimental plague covers our
binary consciousnesses
until the veil burns off
and the ashes feed the land
till it softens
wiping clean the mourning
desiccating grief
from the haunting
worshipped debris
embedded rootless
to the thick of the longing
to the excised fat
of past-time reveries
yet the ivory towers
still stand bared
amidst newborn flowers
sparing no sand
from the hourglass
for an epitaph
for only tomorrows
carry redemption
promising blossoming
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
I refuse
To keep emptying my cup
To overflow yours
For I have given all that I can
Far too many times
With hardly a single drop
Left for myself
While you,
With your exorbitant porcelain
Laden with the finest wine
Have watched my cup chip and crack
Slowly desiccating back to the clay
In which it was fashioned
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
When the skies lie burdened with heavy clouds,
When the buds yearn to bloom, but for a ray of sun,
When the fires grow weary of burning evermore,
I will think of you.
It slices my conscience into slivers of guilt,
To think that I would ever relate the likes of you,
To times so dreary,
That unbearable pain and unsalvageable mess makes me think of you.
But was my spirit not the same, when I met you?
Was my will not desiccating, when you found it?
When with a gentle touch, you placed the pieces back.
When you replaced the dulled fragments, with little bits of shining stars.
When the mere fact that I could ever deserve your love,
Made me feel whole again!
So do you understand how it pains my heart,
To see you heading towards a raging storm?
Do you see how your theory of clogging your mind with thoughts,
Now applies to the both of us?
I never had the courage you have, and might never will,
To move heaven and hell or stubborn will,
But listen carefully dear, for the silent whispers of my heart,
Which refuses to let you go.
Look carefully, and find that outstretched hand yearning for your reach.
I cannot take away the pain, but I am willing to share.
Shed not your tears into the arms of loneliness,
But know that there is a shoulder, that can understand!
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
In a vast canvas, outside the spread of doubt
the feathers from my brush start to settle.
As my pupils stare through, I reach within my thoughts.
Every movement and every breath...
slowly desiccating through motionless actions of uncertainty and question...
Have I seen her before?
The harmonious sigh extracting a simple, no.
The spread of wonder inside and around me
start to grow
marching up and down the peering eyes
I tell myself that I know.
Density and silence
embracing the frames around her face.
Then I remembered something else and slowly smiled
inside
the awe of skepticism peering through me
I paused for a moment...
just to wonder.
Again, I wonder
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
Life has always been lonely for me
Life has always seemed impossible
to breathe
I recall many nights
crying my own body weight
praying to be taken away
Never wanting to be in this place
I've seen torment
I've been torment
I've seen screams
and dying souls
I can never seem to let go
Let go of fear
let go of pain
let go of it all
Though I've tried
many nights off to die
fly straight into the moon
because it's all I knew
The only friend I had
my spirit tortured and twisted
nobody ever around to listen
desiccating into the ground
Never dare to make a sound
Life now can feel similar
The days pass me by
I lay down and I cry
My soul becomes intertwined
with the cruel torment of my mind
How can I leave it all behind?
new fears new screams
I feel my spirit failing
but
I'm not alone
No not anymore
I had the moon before
and this time
I have you
I can't forget
all that you do
it's surreal to believe
but it's amazing to conceive
I have you
and you have me
The world is just as cruel as before
but this time I'm not alone behind closed doors
I have your warmth
I have your love
everyday
in every way
we are
alive and okay
Which is more than I ever used to say
The way you hold me
The way I feel
ethereal
simply under a tree
or my head on your shoulder
It's in the eye of the beholder
and I can't wait to see your beauty
everyday as I get older
When I cry myself to sleep
When I get sick and only weep
I used to be crawling within me
and only me
but now there's you
I don't have to come undo
I don't have to talk to the walls
With you I can have it all
all of everything that matters
red and pink color splatters
when the demons come to crawl
I know you'll be there dancing with me
at every ball
at every wedding hall
A dream so surreal
yet here it is
it's real
You and I
Me and you
Life was always gloom
but you bring the sun and the moon
to my bed
and lay me softly to rest
next to you
in your warmth
I'll never come undo
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
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the spent breeze rises up, moving,
****** into, ******* up air in our lungs
but yet still! the spirit weak,
the teeth useless chewing,
dry words mashing,
no eat, just pasty
the scars shine
like veins protruding from the top of a man’s neck,
looking like holes in a rusted car that can’t never
shine no more,
once the breeze stops moving
he sat there while he slow died,
not moving,
nature and his loves
and his
skin slow dry texturized,
desiccating
done.
the spent breeze rises up, moving on...
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Hailed as a hero to all
That don't know him
A harvestman, of porcelain
Collective picture of me
Identify & catch the fall
Dealing in lies
The joker has no hand
No full house, empty pair
Cards are for tricks
Slight of hand, baffled eyes
Desiccating words
That dry my soul
Spat out, shat out
From my own mouth
A truth? not unheard
Shackled myself down
Bound in false words
Ironically , moronically
Still have the key
Locked solid within a frown
Even a cactus flowers to show
YOU, the beauty inside
An ocean, not shallow pool
Self improving, pretty mind
Dull light, now aglow
Something's are best reflected in your eyes, not your lies
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Your name sounds like a poem in spring
I love to write poems
spring always smells sweet
As the snow slowly melts
As birds start to sing again
Your name carves the beauty of blooming
land me your name to adorn
I promise it will be a lovely poem as this spring comes
Clouds pile up around a luminous Sun
The light bestows plenty of soft warmth
Touching everybody’s laugh
Desiccating everybody’s tears
Your name is formed by two words
Six syllables and hundreds meaning
I know spring will never stand forever
Autumn and winter is just a time
Even if your name is a poem in spring
That has been carved in everybody’s heart
I said, land me your name, land me a poem
To complete flowers to bloom
Now, you can leave with a smile
Without being worry to fade away
Every lovely poem is hard to forget
We will meet next spring, I promise
Your name resembles stanzas in a spring song
Wind in that flower hill rings your name along
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC