"xeric" poems
Perilous, fiery eyes glaring from a high perch
Hurtling flames amidst the dark woods
Orange and red glowing silently
Elegant feathers of fine dust
Night is prime time for the Hunter
Ignited with colour and flame
Xeric feathers radiating heat, you'll wish you'd never came
The PHOENIX
~Sasha
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
I am just one fish in the sea,
And a fish out of water at that.
This whole situation,
This whole relationship
Is all Greek to me.
Although some things are a dime in a dozen,
Bring this back to square one for me.
I'm drawing a blank and
You might be barking up the wrong tree.
I'm purposefully beating around the bush,
And you are thinking of the elephant in the room.
I promise I'm not always a goody two-shoes;
I'll go for broke when I'm in a pickle.
The jig is up.
You're on a wild goose chase,
But what am I, chopped liver?
I know my part in this play is
The ugly duckling,
And I'm feeling a little under the weather,
I'm down for the count,
But keep your shirt on and knuckle down,
No ifs, ands, or buts.
Lickety split go out on the ropes,
and I'll put a sock in it if
You quit playing possum.
I'm trying hard not to rain on your party,
But right off the bat,
Doesn't this ring any bells?
Tough it out 'cause there's
Two down, one to go.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
I left my heart in a dumpster.
My life in a gutter.
I shutter when i whisper,
We once loved one another.
As cold naked in the alley,
Under street post lamps.
Dark and damp, dark and damp.
I lay heaving cramps.
Everything is ugly its all grey,
As dust storm in the dead sea,
Every blink,
sand will fling,
to my eyes in my dreams.
The dust cant cover up your trashed out corpse.
Holes in your neck and feet,
I listen to your voice.
Save me. Save.
Longing and craving.
Save me. Save.
Death for today.
This desert of the city behind the pizza parlor.
I haven’t left this spot since it happened.
In between this depository for waste and my own waste of space.
Phantoms **** themselves, picked on by rats and freegans, and murderous ruffians of soul.
Everything here in this xeric hole.
Kills. Just kills.
No. Save me. Save.
I couldn’t my darling now your lost to this ****
And with you alone my body shall die.
I shall lay with it here under this deadlampost moonlight.
We lay exhumed, tissues being destroyed by fungi,
destroyed and hungry, dead and corpsing,
mute, yet singing.
exalted, grieving.
love couldnt save us, yet the powers that be,
neglected our bodies,
lead our essence to become one with the streets.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
All that you are
Before the rain falls
Comes crashing
Down to
Earth. Although we are
Flawed, all it takes is a
Gesture to our
Hearts and
I am won over again.
Just
Keep holding my hand, my gaze with yours.
Lean into
My
Never-ending care.
My love
Overwhelms every
Pore, and with each touch, I
Quiver with joy.
Run with me, away from it all. I can never
Stop feeling for you. With each new
Threshold, breaks free stronger emotions.
Under my breast, I feel my raging heart, overflowing my
Veins. I am
Withstanding, I am able to carry on. We must rid ourselves of these
Xeric conditions and become true to one another, for it is
You and I together. And with that, I promise to love you with
Zeal, forever.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
And he said he was my friend
Beside me he would stand forever
Confused and alone, I was abandoned
Dared to trust and broke in pieces
Eternally marred with experience
Forever altered, just a bit
Giving my all to those I love
Has proven to be, less than perfect
Ideal would be that caring is equal
Jaded and hardened by
Knowledge and fear
Love is not limited to romance
Melancholy taints entirely
New friendships form more slowly
Omnipresent, the past hovers
Pandering specks of my soul
Quietly I wait
Resolving to remain true
Sensitive and sentimental
Trust, is unforgiving
Ubiquitous skepticism, underlies all
Voraciously I hunger freedom
Wanting to be who I was before the pain
Xeric hearts don't bleed
Yet, I wish on the nights first star, on a
Zillion stars I wish to face my fear and trust once more
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 7:24 AM UTC
I was far too lost in how beautifully striking they were
Too lost to notice the withered with age
Then cracked when I touched to admire
Morose exhaled the death of these fine flowers
Dried out of love and beauty
They collected dust where hues of livid red and snow white displayed themselves.
A bundle of frail, wrinkled flowers, xeric and unrecognizable
I still felt their beauty through their destitute for the eath and its pure spring
They ate themselves until they were nothing but ash and stems
But I still felt their beauty, as I gathered the remains,
I buried them in the back of my mind
I buried them somewhere
BEAUTIFUL
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
A bare corridor
Death exits frowning
Gilding her indecision
Judases keening laments
Mangled notes offering pause
Quarantined rage simmers
Tasting untapped violence
With xeric yearning
Zestless
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC