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Yearning for birds –
the reminder of anchors in
each half-moon cresent
so lovingly carved into my soles.
And you play hopscotch in my veins -
the ones forbidden now to bleed -
until I am beaten blue and flat
but there are sparrows in my brain
among cerebral cortex clouds,
and that should be enough...
only it isn’t.
Literature
Screamed No
You said no,
but he said yes.
How were you to know
what would happen next?
How could you know
that he'd push you down?
How could you know
you'd hit the ground?
How could you know
he'd rip off your shirt?
Tossed it away,
covered in dirt.
You didn't know
he'd have you pinned.
Because how could you know
that this would happen?
That your shirt would come off,
jeans un-zip.
That your heart would falter
with the rhythm of his hips.
That you would scream no,
as he groaned yes.
Literature
The Escapist
It is really insomnia
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the h
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i could be nothing
some days you look at me as if i am
worth remembering,
glances studying my face like a road map.
but mostly, i find your eyes stuck in the static
of the pavement, or lost
in the clouds
gathering before lightning.
and we never promise anything, just share the air like strangers
when we don't know what to say.
(it always ends with a silence more desolate
than broken trust.)
you said this is the calm before the storm
but what if
it never slows down
enough for me to notice
that there are days when we can exist
without doubting every second. you have a tendency to whisper
too quietly, leaving room for me to imagi
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and since there may be some confusion -
half-moon crescents: fingernail marks
and since there may be some confusion -
half-moon crescents: fingernail marks
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