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The lightning
doesn't seem real
anymore—
it signifies you
& all I see
is your electrified face
in the sky
like a saint.
You've said
you fought like an angel—
what magnificent victims
you've made of us,
soldered together
by a strike
& god's fury.
We cannot escape each other
in this diamond storm
with a midday moon—
they'll find us
with no trace of human features,
just two midnight-black
artifacts of Pompeii
with stolen wings.
doesn't seem real
anymore—
it signifies you
& all I see
is your electrified face
in the sky
like a saint.
You've said
you fought like an angel—
what magnificent victims
you've made of us,
soldered together
by a strike
& god's fury.
We cannot escape each other
in this diamond storm
with a midday moon—
they'll find us
with no trace of human features,
just two midnight-black
artifacts of Pompeii
with stolen wings.
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
Literature
Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
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Debuting Saints & Angels
or
Exploitation.
k-k-killer says--
"I lost all my earthly faculties
& fought like an angel."
i like stealing his words
& making them my own.
or
Exploitation.
k-k-killer says--
"I lost all my earthly faculties
& fought like an angel."
i like stealing his words
& making them my own.
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This is exactly how I feel right now.