ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
My body is electrified—
live wire in a puddle.
I lie—
"yes,
everyone inhabits
their body."
I do not—
there is a schism
going on.
Soul peeling its skin
from the membrane
of the holding cell.
There is no way to explain
phantom limbs moving
unattached to a
chandelier torso—
it's too complicated.
Hands move by their
own accord—
hovering, flighty—
wide-awake.
The physics of neurons
pulsing against currents
to animate
are lost on me—
I've escaped to a place
where everyone is sane
& the tigers waiting
outside the doorjamb
don't exist.
Where the overwhelming
loneliness of the leaves'
painful death
never dulls me.
The tether of my body
is too frayed to keep me
how I used to be.
I am learning a new landscape.
live wire in a puddle.
I lie—
"yes,
everyone inhabits
their body."
I do not—
there is a schism
going on.
Soul peeling its skin
from the membrane
of the holding cell.
There is no way to explain
phantom limbs moving
unattached to a
chandelier torso—
it's too complicated.
Hands move by their
own accord—
hovering, flighty—
wide-awake.
The physics of neurons
pulsing against currents
to animate
are lost on me—
I've escaped to a place
where everyone is sane
& the tigers waiting
outside the doorjamb
don't exist.
Where the overwhelming
loneliness of the leaves'
painful death
never dulls me.
The tether of my body
is too frayed to keep me
how I used to be.
I am learning a new landscape.
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.
Suggested Collections
the answer is always "situational."
© 2010 - 2024 schriftsteller
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In