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DRY
I知 dry
Dry as a tongue after the binge
Dry as the heat making me singe
I知 dry
Dry like the unfucked
Dry eyed and on self-destruct
Dry like the shifting grains of sand
Dry like this desert my wasteland
I知 dry
Dry and I want to be wet
Stick dry fingers inside so I can forget
Dry fingers roughly caress the skin
It lingers this feeling that I allow in
I知 dry
Dried up
Tied up
Burning up inside
Dry, restrained, bound, and tied
Burning up
Dry tongue licks after the binge
Sandpaper texture making me cringe
I知 dry
Paracetamol aftertaste
Devastated like a land laid to waste
Fallout dust patterns are traced
Debased and bound and slowly erased
I知 dry
I cry
I cry with no sound
I cry but I知 dry no tears to be found
Bound and tied upon the scorched ground
Dried up
Tied up
Paracetamol kiss
Flames ignite the skin with bliss
I combust
Fragment to dust
Escape the bonds to a sky like rust
Fly
Fly to a rust coloured sky
I知 dry
Dry as a tongue after the binge
Dry as the heat making me singe
I知 dry
Dry like the unfucked
Dry eyed and on self-destruct
Dry like the shifting grains of sand
Dry like this desert my wasteland
I知 dry
Dry and I want to be wet
Stick dry fingers inside so I can forget
Dry fingers roughly caress the skin
It lingers this feeling that I allow in
I知 dry
Dried up
Tied up
Burning up inside
Dry, restrained, bound, and tied
Burning up
Dry tongue licks after the binge
Sandpaper texture making me cringe
I知 dry
Paracetamol aftertaste
Devastated like a land laid to waste
Fallout dust patterns are traced
Debased and bound and slowly erased
I知 dry
I cry
I cry with no sound
I cry but I知 dry no tears to be found
Bound and tied upon the scorched ground
Dried up
Tied up
Paracetamol kiss
Flames ignite the skin with bliss
I combust
Fragment to dust
Escape the bonds to a sky like rust
Fly
Fly to a rust coloured sky
I知 dry
Published 23rd Mar 2017
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24th Mar 2017 11:31pm
Very interesting poem by composedwithrazora about composedwithrazors.
Quite the picture is painted here.
A picture so dry the canvas cracks as the dry brittle brush strokes carve into it.
What is drying you up so viciously friend ?
Quite the picture is painted here.
A picture so dry the canvas cracks as the dry brittle brush strokes carve into it.
What is drying you up so viciously friend ?
24th Mar 2017 11:46pm
"A picture so dry the canvas cracks as the dry brittle brush strokes carve into it."
I intend to steal those words my friend for future use.
i was dry of words and inspiration when I started to write. I like to write a few times a week I like to vent mostly. That day I had NOTHING. I was dry. Dry of words, ideas, opinions. So I wrote about being dry. The dry became reflective became hijacked by a sexual theme involving drugs but that was not the intention. After rereading my words I realise DRY is about being used.
But poetry, lyrics are open to interpretation. Thats what is so cool about them. It means differant things to differant people. Other perspectives shine a differant light on the meaning.
Cheers LEO for taking the time to read
peace brother?sister?
cOMPOSEDWITHRAZORz
I intend to steal those words my friend for future use.
i was dry of words and inspiration when I started to write. I like to write a few times a week I like to vent mostly. That day I had NOTHING. I was dry. Dry of words, ideas, opinions. So I wrote about being dry. The dry became reflective became hijacked by a sexual theme involving drugs but that was not the intention. After rereading my words I realise DRY is about being used.
But poetry, lyrics are open to interpretation. Thats what is so cool about them. It means differant things to differant people. Other perspectives shine a differant light on the meaning.
Cheers LEO for taking the time to read
peace brother?sister?
cOMPOSEDWITHRAZORz
25th Mar 2017 00:54am
You may quote my line :) Yes i know that feeling. The dry feelings. Sometimes , the quite opposite drowned feelings. And i am male. Lol. Far from female . Not implying there is anything wrong with females... its just my cock and balls strongly suggests im a dude.
Anonymous
25th Mar 2017 1:42am
The ecstatic rush I got from reading this edginess and im still there.
nevertheless, this is real no matter how metaphorically conveyed
nevertheless, this is real no matter how metaphorically conveyed
Anonymous
- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
25th Mar 2017 8:45am
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