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For years I was raving delirious—
Van Gogh’s ear attached to my head
& a stockpile of Virginia’s riverbed rocks
weighing against my heart.
Every crack in the sky
broke my back into sections
of grieving notches made of
radio tubes & Mason jars filled with
all the Easter dresses I never wore
& the molecular structure of grass stained knees.
Each book contained a new personality—
a pair of speakers in my throat
recited wrote speeches of
dismembered romances
& headaches of knived snow—
biannually I tore myself to the foundation
& rebuilt with plot progressions
& stark heroines in my veins.
There was no recourse from
the millions of extra panic nerves in my mind—
no cure for the blood spirographs
I made on tissues like lip prints.
They molted into rust when
the dark circus pulled up its stakes & left—
now they only resemble the
six-fingered skeletal hand that
crawled into my sorry mouth
& choked my tongue for three months
away from a decade.
Van Gogh’s ear attached to my head
& a stockpile of Virginia’s riverbed rocks
weighing against my heart.
Every crack in the sky
broke my back into sections
of grieving notches made of
radio tubes & Mason jars filled with
all the Easter dresses I never wore
& the molecular structure of grass stained knees.
Each book contained a new personality—
a pair of speakers in my throat
recited wrote speeches of
dismembered romances
& headaches of knived snow—
biannually I tore myself to the foundation
& rebuilt with plot progressions
& stark heroines in my veins.
There was no recourse from
the millions of extra panic nerves in my mind—
no cure for the blood spirographs
I made on tissues like lip prints.
They molted into rust when
the dark circus pulled up its stakes & left—
now they only resemble the
six-fingered skeletal hand that
crawled into my sorry mouth
& choked my tongue for three months
away from a decade.
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
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.
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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new. i don't know
what this is. it feels false.
help. i need somebody.
help.
what this is. it feels false.
help. i need somebody.
help.
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I feel the story because I know you, and therefore this is far from fake. Yes it's new and that scares you but it is still good. Different does not ever necessarily mean bad.