"thirstier" poems
You kiss like electricity
Flowing through my veins like a circuit
You should have a warning sign
Because it's more addictive than nicotine in a vein
And there's no way I can refrain
Releasing energy only a powerplant can contain
My skin may not be metal
But your touch makes it just as conductive
You kiss like the sea
And you're as strong as the tide
Completely filled with mystery
The more I drink the thirstier I get
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
It's dark.
Sounds like a rainstorm and smells like fragrant fire. But the earth underground is thirstier than what sulfur and dead things and various excrements can quench.
And the scent may be a brain tumor,
or even better some drug-induced hallucination;
either way it feels amazing.
I'd just love to slap these stupid feelings
in their pretty faces, I bet that'd also feel
pretty amazing.
a million oscillating fans and still so much heat.
divine metallic miasma .
Is there something pathological about how
I like to see the hurt & desperation & the shock that I cause? Cuz I've been told this type of behavior is 'odd.'
...I don't see it.
I mean,
I do feel remorse out of narcissism
& for my own wants & gains.
It's just a ***** ***** game.
Everyone plays one or the other.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
for the 111 yr. old young lady from Mars
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fluids in, fluids out
wake up at midnight, lips, throat, even eyes, California Death Valley parched, white crusted-stuck together,
it takes Poland Spring water from the Northeast to unlock the throat, ****** not sipped, from a plastic gourd the chilling wetness slap to the body and brain screams metaphor, poem in there somewhere,
so what if it's spat-past midnight,
isn't this one of those soul-criticality's,
staying hydrated, (is) disco staying alive
make sense to you?
the older I get, thirstier I am, could be I'm drying/dying out from the inside out,
doctors clueless, but then again they don't reveal all they see out of poetic professional courtesy and they are tired of
yeah yeah yeah,
my professional courtesy answer to their dire warnings repetitious
tonight tho the metaphor runs strong like a mountain stream,
a Mt. Marcy beginning trickle growing into a mighty Hudson,
and the driving urge to drink, simple replenishment, birth fluid
is strong transformed into words
water is words, the water is wide, the poems hydrate what's left on the inside, and the metaphor transforms itself again
water is words, words are water,
the difference huge, the difference minuscule,
both pour, both refresh like a mother's body fluids,
all for one, one for all, and as closing time grows nigh,
staying-hydrated is primate
place a new cold bottle in readiness for my
3 o'clock feeding
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
Because our talk was of the cloud-control
And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate,
Her tremulous kisses faltered at love’s gate
And her eyes dreamed against a distant goal:
But soon, remembering her how brief the whole
Of joy, which its own hours annihilate,
Her set gaze gathered, thirstier than of late,
And as she kissed, her mouth became her soul.
Thence in what ways we wandered, and how strove
To build with fire-tried vows the piteous home
Which memory haunts and whither sleep may roam,—
They only know for whom the roof of Love
Is the still-seated secret of the grove,
Nor spire may rise nor bell be heard therefrom.
2.5k
I was in a nightclub
I saw under wears
and people drinking from tiny glasses.
I saw no food and only drinks
but people gets thirstier after each one.
I saw laughters and energy
but no smiles or warm hugs.
I saw love,
but towards another's body.
I was in a nightclub
and it was not where I want to be.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
Often times
We are so mesmerized by the chase
That we forget whom we are running after
Or why we started following their path
In the first place
Our intentions become unfamiliar
So caught up in the excitement
It is easy
To get lost in the chaos
Become addicted to the adrenaline
There is something so appealing
Beautifully devastating
About loving someone
Who will never love you back
The chase
Is the root of humanity
What we cannot have
Only makes us want it more
And knowing we'll never have it
Only makes our hearts grow thirstier
And our imaginations stretch wider
Believing it is better
To hang on by a string
Than it is to have nothing to hold on to
The chase
Is what fuels us
It is the catalyst to disaster
And we feed it anyway
Each day is motivation
Determination building from every let down
His failed promises
And excuses
Apologies and forgiveness
Those who show remorse
Do not always mean it
But grant it anyway
Forgive again
Play the scene over and over
He will hurt you the same the next day
And yet
You will still run
Arms open
Eyes closed
Trying to catch up
With what is ultimately unattainable
Attempting to reach
For hands that pull away
Kissing lips that speak only of now
Never tomorrow
Crawling with tired legs
And weak knees
But the chase
Is what keeps us
Going
Going
Going
Without ever
Looking back
The chase
Is what keeps us
Living
Searching
Longing
The chase
Is the heart
Of passion
We are running
With no intention
Of ever stopping.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
The great drought decimated the animals,
forcing them to survive on only a few drops of water
found here and there,
but one fateful day
a sudden storm
created a huge puddle,
which has become a fountain of life.
An ant is the first to find the fountain
but it has no time to drink
because a monkey orders it to leave.
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
And forces it to run away.
The monkey gets ready to drink
when a dog arrives.
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
The monkey quickly disappears
but the dog doesn’t manage to get anything to drink either
because a wolf approaches.
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
The dog flees
but before the wolf can drink,
a lion interrupts it.
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
So the wolf flees, too
and when the lion is about to drink,
a rhinoceros shouts:
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
Before the rhinoceros can taste the water,
an elephant arrives.
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
The rhinoceros vanishes
and when the elephant
draws its trunk near to the surface of the water,
the ant who first discovered the fountain stops it.
“Go away.
This fountain is mine because I’m the strongest.”
Elephants
don’t like ants
and so the elephant runs away.
When the ant,
even thirstier than before,
is just about to take a sip,
the monkey suddenly appears
and the story starts all over again
with the same animals,
none of which manages to drink any water
and this goes on
for days and days
until every last one of them
dies of thirst.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
It's funny how I remember everything.
Every moment that you made me feel special; made me feel seen.
Only to suddenly turn around and give me the cold shoulder...
Giving self-doubt and self-consciousness a little more wiggle room to settle over me.
But stupid little me didn't take this as a warning sign.
Instead, it made me hungrier...thirstier...for the scraps of attention you doled out.
For the rare smiles that i thought i got out of you.
For the rare moments when you would look at me and the world would fall away.
For your one one ability to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
I drank from you like wine
Engorging myself with the sins of another
But the thing about alcohol is the more you drink the thirstier you feel
I became so dehydrated i was bedridden with sadness
I wished this melancholy would come in waves
So i could find the water my body needed
But i only felt satisfied empty
Which was okay because you took more of me than i anticipated
So I'm left feeling antiquated
And i think i make a better ghost than human being
But today i woke up and decided that your face and name would no longer make me sad
But i never said it'd make me feel whole either
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
art and famine go well together,
because every taste of
beauty
only ever makes me hungrier, thirstier,
and I swallow every drop
until my withered heart finally
and gracefully
abandons its tired post,
gives up on its lifelong work,
lies silent and unticking under the broken constellations
that it never could fathom.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Chatty-Cathies with hunched backs
munch on thick stacks of flashbacks
like giraffes itching for their next fix
but only finding the next branch
Little wooden piranhas in gas masks
laugh as they set fire to your mattress
bet their noses will grow like Pinocchio's
though when the questioning takes root
and the water is sold to a thirstier throat
There's white sharks in my cereal
all teeth no breakers straight visceral
Iceberg crowns cracking surface tension
thirsty, circling veteran victims
Beating down doors like witnesses
No wonder Santa mass produced
guns this year for Christmas gifts
If Xerox Xanax couldn't handle it
what makes you think someone
off planet planning planets could
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
This is the end of the beginning.
I woke up in the dark.
A leap but no fall to remember.
The panic but no will to vanish.
Waiting in a corridor.
Driven mad by sirens.
A fragile memory.
Surrounded by friends and strangers.
Growing thirstier with every case of stairs.
Inventing. Connecting. Accelerating. Speeding forward.
A spark of the unexplainable.
Speaking with a new voice, I found myself in a dangerous way.
Laughter is the bane of control.
Be happy and kind.
No one to trust, everything to gain.
Focus on what is important.
When met with faces and words at high temperatures.
Miles from home and hours later.
This is the beginning of the end.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
I need sme water
My body needs more
This thirst,
I hve failed to quench
The more i drink
The thirstier i become
The thirdt only she can quench
I hve been inslaved to my desire
My desire to hve her
My desire to hold her
To devour her
The harder i try to escape
The deeper it feels
As a slave to my desire
An addict to her love
I feel like i hve a pit inside me
One that can keep eating for eternity
Deep and dark
U mightcall it bottomless
Am I tired....?
Yes
Can i stop....?
No
I cant stop eating
My hunger for her keeps growing
with every bite i take
The pit grows deeper
Leaving me starving for more
A hunger even she cant satisfy
Call me gluttony
I thirst for her lips
My body craves to taste em
A revitalising kiss that brings back life to my shrivelled and dry body
I am an addict to her love
A day without her feels like eternity
When im in her,
Arms feels like home
When i see her
My heart jumps from joy
Like playing a song for her
I starve for her body
The slightest and most delicate of touches feels like hve touched heaven
The screams and moans....,
Melodies i can't live without
When she kiss me
When she holds me
And when she takes me in
I pray it is a fantasy
Because if not......
I MAY BE IN LOVE.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
What am I?
Well…
I can tell you what I’m not.
I’m not popular
I’m not funny
Nobody likes me
I’m not cool
I’m clumsy
I’m huge…
I’m fat
Not skinny
I drown myself in food
It tastes so good
When people’s words taste so bad
What else can I do?
It’s my only comfort
It’s my only friend
I shovel
Shovel
Shovel
The tasty sugary, salty, buttery goodness into my mouth
It’s my safe place
Until
My delicious heaven turns into a guilty hell
I realize my error
The food is the cause
It adds on to my suffering
People are starting to notice
So what do I do?
I eliminate it completely
I ignore my needs
I deny my suffering
Why?
Because someone actually called me beautiful
So I keep going
Trips to the doctor grow in size
They have my cure
It will surely be my downfall
I’ll return to where I was before
I ignore their words
Why?
To keep my crisp jawline
My flat stomach
My skinny legs
My stick arms
Because this is beautiful
I keep going
I walk miles on end
My crackling lips are thirsty
However my mind is thirstier
To get that beach body
But I can’t do that
If I don’t put anything in
You can see my bones
My hair is brittle
I can’t breathe
I’m absent from school
I’m dying…
But I can’t see it
I don't want to see it
This... is beautiful
I’m glowing
But I can no longer look in the mirror
I’m still not good enough
I have to be perfect
I keep going
Until I can't anymore
I can't get out of bed
I can only carry one binder in my backpack
I have to stop
I need to stop
But it's impossible on my own
I get help
And here I am
Telling my story
People love me
People care
Those who don't, don't matter
I have style
I’m talented
I'm beautiful on my own
Without my poison
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC