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I see the daily failures—
the pots mocking my reflection,
unused,
the children unborn
from disease of the mind,
a husband far off
as the vanishing point.
Every page untyped
sitting Shiva at my bedside—
all those emotional wrecks
piling up like wooden leaves.
There are executive decisions
to be made about
the color of smoke in the sun,
the sound of static coming
out of everyone’s mouths,
naming the cellmate that
cratered in the room
last night like an apparition.
The trial of my heart
is long awaited—
gallows hung like
Christmas lights
across my forehead.
the pots mocking my reflection,
unused,
the children unborn
from disease of the mind,
a husband far off
as the vanishing point.
Every page untyped
sitting Shiva at my bedside—
all those emotional wrecks
piling up like wooden leaves.
There are executive decisions
to be made about
the color of smoke in the sun,
the sound of static coming
out of everyone’s mouths,
naming the cellmate that
cratered in the room
last night like an apparition.
The trial of my heart
is long awaited—
gallows hung like
Christmas lights
across my forehead.
Literature
My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
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
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
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written in November.
i am not domestic,
which is both a blessing
& a curse.
i wasn't writing much
at this time either.
i am not domestic,
which is both a blessing
& a curse.
i wasn't writing much
at this time either.
© 2013 - 2024 schriftsteller
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The breadth of imagery you utilize is always appealing.