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"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.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Inception of 2014
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. prev chapter next chapter © 2011 Eclipsing Moon-blood red
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
Beauty Is as Beauty Does
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. prev chapter next chapter © 2011 Eclipsing Moon-blood red
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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
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
fevered mind
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
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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.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
The Id Grid
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
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Poem about the nothingness
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.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
tree once was i
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.
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
Petal skys
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 –
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
dryed up fishin' hole
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.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Untitled
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.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Clay Monsters
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.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Up and Down
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.
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Warm Blankets and Cold Thoughts
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.
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Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
The Mural
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.
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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
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Today.