"dryed" poems
Getting rid of my infectious thoughts that are spreading in my direction.
Looking in the mirror that shows my reflection is what Im gonna do.
Im gonna live in my sleep where I know I am safe and i will lock away my dreams and secrets in safe with a combination so no thief can take them.
My dreams will no longer be dryed up and I will search for a meaning, my meaning.
Life will no longer be death but death will be life.
I will have no more thoughts of my life before and I will shun thoughts of my sins.
My insecurities and imperfections that hold me back will not anymore, they will not keep me strapped or trapped as I sit and crack.
No more being stuck in this web if love that has led and kept me in one place to long.
I am escaping from this prison I am in and never knowing how I got here I will never know.
I am asking for inception, a seed to be planted in to help me fight the demons of my pasr and validate this life I live today.
Im gonna jump out my window beacause the front door is locked with out a key and there I will establish me.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Chapter Two -poem-Neva Flores
Sometimes I get tired of having so little time
and plainly seeing my surroundings
crying out before the scent of dawn
has bloomed.
Can a single cloud breathe in
all of the warm air
that hails my universe,
removing all reason to wake up,
live life and resume?
I look at fleeing ships
whose sails are full of thunder
and I hear a song
dissolving the wildest parts of me.
Each note dances in the breeze
dropping its own melody
inside my heart
until it becomes the only thing
I hear inside my soul
and I struggle to even
breathe.
I was a cabin boy on a tallmasted ship.In the Straits of Gibraltor.Yes they did not know I was female but that was my well kept secret.one does have to survive in this world and by hook or crook I planned on doing just that.my name is Samuel.well really Samantha..been called Sam a while so the transition /switch to samuel was fairly easy.I figure Im close to 8yrs, maybe 9 and I'm scrawny and quick.Business was done in cramped quarters so no-one was the wiser.My best friend was Joque, he kinda wanted a son I reckon, he was partial to Me and gave Me the easy work and fed Me all the time..you know the fresh stuff so I wasn't inclined to scurvy..apples whens theys were here...oranges and salt in rations he kinda shared with me.Odd how I was found at sea and in the middle of nowheres they say..just like I was plunked down in the ocean like a drowning rat , lucky it was in front of the HMS Frigate Triumph..not much to see but it was dryer than I had seen in a while...anyways Joque fished me out and dryed Me up ..said he'd never seen a boy with that much hair.so a hair cut was in order...threw me some dry clothes that dinna smell like stinky fish and here I were.
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
Sweetness
I know your just a dream and an illusion illustrated by a fevered mind and painted by a broken heart
Dark grey eyes in a black and white photograph of something innocent with a lustfull wonder and a soulful gaze
And you are in beauty and love the definition of perfection
and maybe I'll fall in love or find madness or maybe it will be a little of both and it will be an impossible thing made possible
I could love you past the infinte unknown and through the nothing of what comes next and find you in my past and futute lifes and love you more each time
Yet if I reached out to touch you and moved my lips in front of yours and hesitated for a moment of what felt like eternity
and then moved again
in an instant would you not disappear
and fade
The paint dryed to dust and carried off with the wind of this waking dream
and the illustration turned to mist
and ghost of memory
Then you would be gone and the love would still burn over the surface of my heart and your picture would still flicker in black and white on the walls of my soul
The smell of gun smoke and gasoline to remind me of an impossible dream
And if you instead reached out to me and hesitated and then...
Would our worlds collide
Would you pull me into dreams and illustrations of books and
tales of impossible love
Or would you be made real and be of flesh and bone and blood and passion of something soul and wonder and innocence
Or would we both be pulled somewhere inbetween and walk a silver line above the sky and clouds and find our story already written in the stars
Our every chapter and our ever time and our every name and our ever love
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
You were born with a ticket
For an ego-trip;
Languished on the axis
Of the Id Grid;
Dryed your hair with a comb
Before the vanity mirror.
That's how it was
When we were at home.
You fit many uniforms.
You never learned;
Never broke stride,
Now
You say good-bye.
Re-wind,
On slow-mo,
Review the moves
Then go.
Flip the rear view mirror;
It's bigger than you.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
our relationship has dryed like paint drys on a wall
I see pictures with living eyes,
making statements of their lives
I see statues pass and go,
judge me down from head to toe,
Sends a shiver down my spine,
im so glad that she is mine tonight
apart we are drained of joy like a dry river too deep to walk too empty for boats
and he dictates my life,
i facilitated to prove him right,
standing overhead my dreams,
fills my head with tortured screams
sends a shiver down my spine
im so glad that she is mine tonight
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
tree once was i
tall straight and true.
growing reaching
grasping for the blue patch of sky.
felled by men, all called Jack.
taken, stripped, naked
and beaten till no bark left on
my back.
slashed at torn shredded,
beaten to a pulp.
no way back,
to fresh air and blue sky.
flattened to skin's width,
stretched, rolled and dryed.
thirst, a memory of blue and
pearled sky.
blank without leaf or seed
barren and denied.
tattooed with wisdom deep
and scribblings inane.
cut into pages, windows
for enquiring brains.
words, that penned by
poets speak of forests
mighty,
of oaks and acorns,
growing.
places of intimate knowings.
tattooed, on my flesh,
stolen, rearranged.
reminiscent of recalling,
times of grace and falling.
book now i be.
but,
rather,
tree standing tall
and growing.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
When do petals lose their gentle sway?
When do they detach
And begin to float away?
What sort of pressures
Cause it's smoothness to fray?
Dryed and roughened,
Weakened and flayed.
When do petals begin to fall?
Into a world of dirt and decay...
Soon after, when is it,
That they crumble and break?
Laying on a horizon strewn,
With vague silhouettes and
Unfamiliarity.
And if after, the petal gathers itself,
When is it, that it is raised into the sky,
Into a familiar unfamiliar atmosphere?
When is it that the petal loses itself,
And in its emptiness,
Tears at its own soul profusely?
Elevated high
Into the expansive, empty sky
Away and away
From any natural warmth
And cleaved apart from any stability.
Because...
The petal,
When it lays back against the wind,
The image of freedom it always imagined,
Was actually
A prison.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
musta been a million of ‘em
writhing and wriggling
layin’ atop the last damp hole
in all a’ Remines Pond
and the smell…
open sewage mingled with
boat launch at the bay
peppered with wet dog
and old rotting compost
the sun should’ve cooked ‘em then ‘n there
but instead they was just a ’floppin'
t’was late summer
and my youth driven memories
while foggy and scattered
still hold some sharp edges….
I set the pole and tackle box down
Rolled up my pant legs
Tossed my shoes and socks off to the side
Proceeded to step into the swirling mire
Near instantly the pain shot up from my foot
And lit behind my left eye
Screams of ****** ****** followed
As the crimson mixed with the mud
And fish ****
‘bout all I could think,
“I am bound to get an infection”
Turns out catfish have spikes….
Both side fins and the dorsal
……Wish ole pops woulda warned me on that one –
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
Theres a flower on my shelf.
Its was once beautiful just like you
But its petals have dryed and cracked like your skin.
Its stem have grown so stiff just like just your fingers
Its gives me strength just like you did.
It was the flower that they put on me
When i put you in the same earth from which the flower bloomed
Your body's gone now but your essence will return to earth.
And hopefully as as a flower you'll be born anew.
Theres a flower on my shelf, i'll always have you.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
I made a monster
out of just a man.
He was my lover
my man.
He was my demon.
I was a ball of clay
for his hands to
mold. To mold my
innocence.
I was his clay
monster to make.
I was his halo to break.
But with the venomous
teeth he gave me,
I bit my creator.
I bit my teacher.
I bit the hand that fed me.
He made me small.
To cradle in his arms.
He made me weak.
To break in his hands.
He made me small.
to make loving me easier.
He’s taller than I remember.
His shoulders are wider than
I remember.
His face is rounder than
I remember.
I remember his hands.
how scared they were.
I remember his eyes,
How they looked like
red velvet cake.
I remember how my
skin grayed.
How my eyes dulled.
How my hair grew
thin.
I remember how he
changed me.
As a clay ball I
dryed and I stopped
being some beautiful
creature.
He bit me back
with his bigger fangs
and arsenic poison.
I never got used to the
stain. I never built up
a tolerance to you burning
me.
You poked hole in my skin.
So I wouldn’t break when
you put me under heat.
I could feel how you
were baking me.
Perfecting me.
Keeping me forever.
So I screamed. I broke
free with the wings
you mistakenly gave me.
I refused to be
your monster. And you
refused to be my man.
My venom built you into
a demon.
And like a dove I left you.
You may of found
pleasure in the
breakdown of my DNA.
But I was ashamed
of the monster I made.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Open love's chest and found nothing inside
My heart became frozen beyond the suicide
People don't understand the spiritual depletion
Living life on the edge pass the birds beaking
Eventually i became a sucker for love
A fool for fools and a answer for slugs
I yearned V-Jays from The record to the bed
Corruption by Vaginal deception messing with my head
Feeling blessed my while feeling misused
Disgusted and busted while feeling like doo doo
Praying daily to The Lord begging for forgiveness
He hugged me deep in my soul as my witness
Thats why i love hard because i was made with bricks
What you mad for because I'm sensitive about my ****
You mad because i have a brain and use it?
You're religious rhetoric causes me to loose it
I'm real about mines so stand clear of the b.s.
Just because you're life is a test doesn't mean i ain't blessed
What it mean is my window pane is free and clear of the rain
My eyes are too dryed out for the pain
So the next time you try to break me down
I will Leggo your heart just to F5 that ************ down.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Warm blankets
Cold thoughts
So many dreams
And so few that I caught
The lie that I lived
And the truth that I missed
The waves that drowned
And the sands that dryed
A plan that wasn't followed
A world that was different
The mind that was tricked
To think through
The perceptions that fell
And the paths that rose
The erroneous conceptions
And the destroyed fictions
The new world isn't
What I thought it would be
The cross on my map
Wasn't what it should be
After all I am lost
With no treasure on my chest
Witless, that quest,
That never was and never will be.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
We started with a blank, cracked wall
Hands shaking, we began to thaw
With every stroke, a world took form,
A story began, vibrant and warm.
I filled in the cracks, with thin veins of gold
Figured it'd last, and covered ugly with bold.
Excited to start, I sank into thought,
But you quietly noticed I had missed some spots.
The first layer was bright, unrestrained,
Colors of joy we couldn’t contain
We painted sunsets, golden and vast
Believing that forever would last.
You taught me to blend the shades of the sky,
I showed you the beauty in the colors of night.
Together, we built a world so grand,
Each stroke a testament to what we’d planned.
But soon, the brushes began to fray
People stared, and called us by names
We argued over colors, shapes, and space,
Yet somehow kept painting, pace by pace.
The mural grew heavy with pain and mistakes
We painted thunderstorms, chaos, and rain.
Still, tears watered flowers into bloom,
A stubborn hope shining through the gloom.
The onlookers left, but the rain eroded
Behind the clouds, faded veins of gold corroded
The thunder faded, and I blindly rejoiced
Unknowingly, I had cemented your choice
One day I looked up, to find in dismay
Your brushes abandoned, your colors turned gray.
I stood by the wall, lost and unsure,
Facing a masterpiece that felt like a blur.
With trembling hands, I picked up the brush,
In the deafening silence, my own sobs turned to hush.
I painted alone, though your colors remained,
Ghostly imprints of joy and pain.
A lighthouse painted, its beacon dim,
Two figures either side, watching it spin.
Fields of poppies, you had once made vibrant and lush,
Accidentally smeared under my hesitant brush.
My paint dryed up, eyes beckoned by sleep
A lifetime sprawled in colors and feats.
I stand before it, heart in my throat,
People walk by, unaware of what's wrote.
There’s the golden sun, where we began,
And the rain-soaked earth where our troubles ran.
The images we painted together sing,
While my final strokes frame them clumsily.
And yet, I marvel at what we’ve made,
The laughter, the love, the dreams that stayed.
It’s cracked, raw, and painfully true,
A testament to both me and you.
I step back now, my brushes laid down,
The mural is finished—its truths resound.
Alone, I face this mural we’ve drawn,
And wonder what it means to move on.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
Far
was so far away today
saw it it in a dream
I was here
that was over there
so I just stood
she was a gift
but not to be
I felt off far today
man my mind was mixied
tumble dryed
well what can I say
if I close my eyes
its like I pray
I
breath in and out
Life
is just there in my eyes
why can I
not touch it.
Just another day Today
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC