"hydrates" poems
Fireworks that spray paint
brain matter and bits of tongue
like obscenities in a bathroom stall.
Spray paint everything yellow.
Own everything. Burn everything.
**** everything. Invade it;
infect it, vivisect your name
as an iron-on patch into it's guts.
Stitch it in close to something necessary.
A little bit of everything dies.
Anything that can be possessed,
umbrella of oppressions.
Prancing.
You'd make me cry just to see if it's possible.
You'd push me off the edge to see how close I am.
You'd push me off the edge to see how fast I fall.
You'd step on my fingers to see if they bleed.
You'd stomp in my teeth to see if they crack.
You'd spit on the corpse to see if it hydrates.
Cartwheeling.
Anything abrasive, anything slightly toxic,
something disgusting to indulge in.
**** the gardens, **** the rivers and lakes;
Died in a boar's den,
died in the stomach of a volcano,
gave it three days and decided
death suits one just fine.
Pieces
of
dishes
stuck between your toes.
A rainbow in violent undertones,
the ROYGBIV of slashing motions.
Tax exempt.
Cartwheeling.
A little bit of everything dies.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
Scribble,
Scribble.
The etchings,
of a dreamer.
Who's quill he,
quibbles with.
Grasping at an idea,
that he hydrates
with ink.
In wrathful vengeance,
he abuses parchment,
with a sharpened wood spear.
Drinking his creation,
tweaking the taste,
that's almost bitter.
Slash, ****
cross out.
He is vexed,
about the ending…
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
On Midnight Delights
“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”
***Nyctophilia
noun***
*“a love or preference for night, darkness.”
But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.
I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.
Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.
I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.
You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.
Time: 12:00am*
© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet | The Moonlight Rose | The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
I haven't written in a while
The time it takes to swallow your thoughts and let them stew in your belly?
The only thing that'll come out is **** and ****
I'm so tired of being evocatively inspired and not have the words to say what I'm feeling accurately enough
I keep swallowing, swallowing
My words stick in the saliva that hydrates my lips
Cracked every time my tongue can't bathe them
swallow, swallow
till I can't anymore
till I can't fight anymore
then,
A swallow flew over head
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
The morning is serene
sober shafts of light
filter through the trees
which were planted
lining the streets
to make the city seem
just a little less man made
and it isn't too hot
and there isn't too much wind
only a light breeze
and a gentle wash of
sunlight
Mornings are holy times
times of reflection
times of rekindling
the spark
of the spirit of humanity
and I'm not a morning person
so I'm graced with these moments
much too rarely
but they are my best moments
and my favorite moments
easy summer mornings
when the birds chirp their loudest
and the sky is the cool blue
of the pacific ocean
morning for the usually dreary
hydrates the brain
better than any cool
perspiring
glass of brita filter water
the morning is the birth
of a new day
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
I miss you every second I’m away from you
My heart can’t help but fill up with envy
For the people who get to rejoice in your presence
Every second of every day
Passerbyers who get a second glance
Of your beautiful golden locks twirling around with every step you take
I start to envy inanimate objects
That serve your every need
Napkins that wipe your bottom lip from the stickiness of lipstick
Mirrors that reflect every one of your perfect stances
The water that hydrates and gives you life
I obsess over you maybe too much
Maybe I just have too much time to think
But even in my busiest moments
Your image replays in my mind again and again
You’re a flash flood that takes ownership of everything it touches
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
I dream that you are able to find love in the way the sun's warmth sets the sky on fire after it has gone.
The way hope dangles from burnt out stars and even the darkest places glow in the moonlight.
In the tide that kisses your feet, drowns your worries and hydrates your soul.
In the wind that whispers a song of peace as it waltz's through your hair and gracefully across your skin.
The unadulterated dawn that tip toes into each waking day as it spills its water colors through out the sky.
Don't wake the dreamers.
I hope that you are able to recognize the world in all it's luster and prevailing beauty. And most of all, how it reflects in you.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
When the sun rises I know that she’s alive. Because her smile is the sunlight to my eyes. That means she got a shine equipped for my eyes. I stare into that light knowing that I will not go blind
Not to mention she the air that I breathe. Tell me what you would do if your air was to leave. Love and air are in the same category to me. Cuz both are needed to live and to transparent to see.
But what I can see is how her eyes go deep. When I like at them they are a ocean like a sea. So basically she’s the water that hydrates me. And that cleanses my skin and cries with me.
She’s also the flame in my heart The one keeps me warm when it’s raining and dark. But a fire opposite of most flames that I start Cuz when I’m burning with rage she extinguishes the pain in my heart.
Plus she the earth that I’m standing on. I mean where would I stand if my land was gone? Or if I came from above and I landed wrong? With her as foundation my building stays standing strong.
So behind all the mirrors and the powder. She’s there with me every second, minute, hour. I love how she’s somehow always around me this girl is my mother nature what would I do without her.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
I can feel myself melting
My skin sinking in
My heartbeat is nauseating
And my thoughts fall like lead
Everyone's questions echoing
Their thoughts highlight the obvious
If this air burns my lungs
Why do I keep breathing it?
If this fire scorches my feet
Why keep taking steps?
Maybe I love the sweetness of pain
Maybe it hydrates my soul
Maybe chaos is so familiar
I built it's home in my heart
Like a dark wine, intoxicating
This joy is but an illusion
One taste never enough
To reach satisfaction
If I know I can be good
Why are the choices so difficult?
Why does kindness feel like pain
And pain feel like home?
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
You see
I have the tendency to fall in love so easily
especially with a kindred soul,
but it always seems to end in a catastrophe.
Maybe because I preconceived it in a manner Viewed only religiously.
And search for it in people, The Sun, the moon, the stars, and the infinite galaxy but I always ended up feeling empty.
Until the day you came my way and opened my eyes to see only to be blinded by your truth
you leave me vulnerable and as open as a room without a roof.
Its Like I'm thirsty for something real and your living waters hydrates me to quench the parchedness of my desiccated soul.
For I was the driest desert until you poured upon me Your showers of cascading rain.
You are my shalom and joy in the middle of my most excruciating laboring pain.
You are my momentum, You help me maintain.
I hope that these words I Write Will uncover the expressions of what I can hardly explain.
Now I'm hungry for something more than what I am currently experiencing and your vibes nourish my psyche. And the times when I felt alone and worthless I felt your powerful presence surrounding me. Your energy embraces me with open arms. Your spirit speaks to me. You comfort me both knowingly and unknowingly.
You see straight thru the physical me As if I was an image of transparency. Apparently, when you look at me you see my hidden identity, My true colors, my passion, The Awaken me, the Conscious divinity, The God in me. Your deep Still voice is soothing. Your words are comforting. You captivate me intellectually. I cherish thee for you are many of the written pages in my diary. You Motivate me. You inspire me. I'm in crave for you. My father the Most High. Who knew my soul before it arrived, before I was even a twinkled light in my mamas eye. Before I became a caterpillar that morphed into a spiritual butterfly. And Yet and still, my brain cant even Begin to fathom the various reasons as to why. Why, your love for me is unconditional and is as endless and beautiful as the powder blue and cotton ball sky?
More the reason to ask you why?
Why, have you saved me, saved me from my sinful nature of iniquity?
Setting me free from the shackles of wicked principality.
Exposing my lies to face the Realness of reality.
You made me a Valuable Commodity
Becoming A product of Grace, authenticity, And honesty
You are shaping me into The woman you have predestined me to be. Yahweh I Thank you ever so graciously for guiding me on this spiritual journey. For It is you who leadth me.....
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
I love you.
You are water that hydrates my soul
and yes, it is a dry, vacant wasteland
longing for your touch.
Tell me you want me as much as
I need you.
You are sweet nectar for a healing heart.
Hold my hand. Pull me out
of the darkness. Wrap me in your
embrace and I will smile.
This isn’t right, but it is a spell
I cannot break.
You steal the air from my lungs with you glow,
and I am born again.
Whispers dance in our streets and slip
in the cracks beneath us.
Words I should never speak erupt
and burn your ears with heated passion.
Your lips are sewed shut in surprise.
Compressed truth is pressure I no longer feel,
but I am numb because of it.
I long for you to whisper sweet nothings back,
but this love is forbidden.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Hello my dear,
Where have you gone?
My heart holds fear
That you won't be back by dawn.
I've been watching out the window for you for hours,
But still, you have not returned.
In my eyes, I see showers
The sunshine turned to rain, and now I'm concerned.
Did your love for me go away?
Why did you run from me?
I remember when together we spent almost all of our days,
But now, I'm sifting through my heart's debris.
You let me go and left me alone,
And now I can't function.
All week I've stared at the phone,
You never called, I pretended it just malfunctioned.
But deep down I knew, you just didn't call.
You didn't think of me.
From my eyes, the water falls
Why is this how it has to be?
Did I misunderstand your feelings?
Did I do something wrong?
This pain isn't easy to be dealing
Especially when I thought our love was so strong.
Remember when we'd fall asleep together?
You told me you waited all day for those moments.
I thought we'd make it through any weather,
But now I'm just broken.
I remember the way you used to look at me,
You looked at me like you were so in love.
So if you loved me, why did you flee?
I thought we had a love worth bragging of.
But now I'm alone, with nothing left of you but your sweater.
I curl up with it at night, wishing it was you.
I can tell you, life has definitely been better
But without you here, what can I do?
Being with other guys makes me realize,
My heart doesn't work unless it's you.
It's you that revitalizes me,
It's you that gives me what I need to get through.
Your touch hydrates me,
Your kiss keeps me sane.
Can't you see?
Without you, I'll surely go insane.
The memories are haunting me,
There's not a moment you're not on my mind.
With you is where I should be,
But you're so hard to find.
I crave your touch, I crave your smile
I crave your lips and just you in general.
You and me, we never go out of style.
You and I, the value is sentimental.
If I could love you again, I'd do it right
So please be gentle and come back to me.
No more crazy, no more fight.
I'll be everything you need me to be.
Andrew, I love you with all of my heart
And I can only pray you still feel the same.
In my life, you play such a huge part
And you're my muse, you're my flame.
This girl loves you, and this girl needs you.
You're the one I want to spend my life with
I hope you still feel the way I do,
So if it's true, let's stop being a myth.
Come back to me my dear, you belong with me.
Your arms are where I belong.
You make me the best person I can be,
Without you, my life just feels wrong.
Hello my dear, as you can see I feel strongly about this.
Please come back to me, in one piece.
You are something I dearly miss,
And until you're returned to me, I won't be at peace.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
You Asked Me If I’m
Too Shy To Eat
Truth is
Your Energy Feeds Me Plenty
& When You Speak Kind Words
It Hydrates My Soul
You Keep Me Full
Without Even Knowing
You Give Me All I Need
To Survive.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
The RAIN knocks on my window
WATER patient to get in
Travelling from CLOUDS up high
And OCEANS far away
Transported by RIVERS
Or flew as VAPOUR
A TEAR rolls down
Salty MOISTURE slightly
HYDRATES my eyes
Staring at the STORM
While the CURRENT inside me
FLOWS
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so
yet often times, i bleed
i bleed.
the thorns are thick, my skin is thin
i faint.
the sun awakes me nonetheless
the rain hydrates me, I could care less
these clouds opaque my view, it seems
in fields of roses sweet, i swirl
i bleed.
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC
it's just a phase..
this face that i must fake..
yes, the cake is a lie..
that only you and i recognize.
i am a scar..
though i ask of you, look hard..
for the compartments left departed
are only vacancies of an exhausted heart.
i have issues deep in tissues..
ink stains in the pink flesh I've misused.
a subtle twitch in this left eyelid..
reminiscent of where I've been.
my aim, to wipe a slate clean,
and further, to electrify like lightning,
hydrates a sane mindscape..
that I've made my end game.
so please, go easy on me.
i needn't reload those leavened loaves.
I'll leave it be 'till kingdom come.
just watch and you'll see, I'll overcome.
just dare me to go barreling
into life like a stunt man's staircase.
I'll take the risks even if it means splints
as long as it benefits those around me.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
*This rain
Washes my pain
Cools my head
Hydrates my brain
Dilutes my tears
And drains my fears
We no longer together
It's been many years
Suddenly he shows up
With his coffee cup
And my scars open
To bleed with sorrow
As if there's no tomorrow
I walked away unrecognized
In the rain, I disguised
He followed to apologize
But I failed to recognise
This rain helped me
To let go of my past
From where it all began
Time just went too fast*
©sim
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
its water hydrates
hosts the Kenai birch mushrooms
mineral rich birch
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC